[{"id":12629620,"name":"11 - Geto Boys - Scarface","trackName":"11 - Geto Boys - Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin\nI started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\nI'm comin back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.00] I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n[00:27.98] Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n[00:30.66] Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n[00:33.09] You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n[00:35.74] Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n[00:38.09] So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n[00:40.62] Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.35] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.66] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.21] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.75] You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.45] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n[00:58.03] (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n[01:06.09] (All I have in this world)\n[01:06.94] (All I have in this world)\n[01:08.50] (Balls)\n[01:09.23] (Balls)\n[01:09.85] (Balls)\n[01:10.48] (Balls)\n[01:15.26] I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n[01:18.24] It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n[01:20.83] Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n[01:23.38] And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n[01:25.75] Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n[01:28.35] So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n[01:30.97] Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n[01:33.62] Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n[01:35.91] Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n[01:38.61] So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n[01:40.94] Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n[01:43.36] Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n[01:46.22] Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n[01:48.52] Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n[01:50.93] Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.51] Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n[01:55.88] Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n[01:58.63] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.23] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.73] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n[02:06.48] (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n[02:14.05] (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n[02:25.99] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n[02:28.94] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.39] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:33.97] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n[02:36.28] I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n[02:38.68] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n[02:41.20] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:43.63] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.58] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n[02:48.66] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.37] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.34] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:58.92] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.27] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.91] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.55] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.98] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.53] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.99] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.25] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.62] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.67] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.29] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.61] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:33.90] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.62] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.09] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.46] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.02] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.73] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.35] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.60] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.22] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.84] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.20] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.84] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.52] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.87] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.21] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.93] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.32] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.93] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.52] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:21.94] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.38] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.90] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.68] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:31.28] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:34.45] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:37.14] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:39.19] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.25] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.71] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.29] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.75] Geto Boys\n[04:49.12] 1990\n[04:50.62] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:53.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 - Geto Boys - Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  start_ms: 25000\n  end_ms: 27980\n- text: Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  start_ms: 27980\n  end_ms: 30660\n- text: Sportin 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mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":10237314,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit 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that came with rolling hard\n[00:32.94] You try to school me, you'll get served with no regard\n[00:35.58] Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin' lessons\n[00:37.91] So motherfuck you and that bullshit you're stressin'\n[00:40.45] 'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.02] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.41] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.06] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.66] You'll be bumped up, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.05] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me \"Scarface\"\n[00:58.01] Crazy motherfucker from the street\n[01:02.97] It's crazy motherfucker from the street\n[01:05.62] (All I have in this world)\n[01:06.90] (All I have in this world)\n[01:08.03] (Balls, balls)\n[01:09.12] (Balls, balls)\n[01:10.57] (All I have in this world)\n[01:11.79] (All I have in this world)\n[01:12.80] (Balls, balls)\n[01:14.01] (Balls, balls)\n[01:15.02] I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n[01:18.22] It's getting dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n[01:20.90] Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n[01:23.49] And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n[01:25.96] Boy done fucking with me, Will, man, I done told him\n[01:28.46] So let's just step out on the block and Peter-roll him\n[01:30.94] Load up the Uzis, turn the village to a war zone\n[01:33.51] Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n[01:35.97] Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n[01:38.41] So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayne\n[01:41.12] Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n[01:43.44] \"There they are, in the street, let's put some head out\"\n[01:46.14] Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n[01:48.61] Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n[01:51.25] Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.48] Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead\n[01:56.03] Yo, they don't understand me, they'll yell, \"Brad, why?\"\n[01:58.76] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.25] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.89] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me \"Scarface\"\n[02:06.62] (Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't)\n[02:08.56] (Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool)\n[02:11.17] (Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't)\n[02:13.75] (Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool)\n[02:25.66] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kicking it\n[02:28.70] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.17] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:33.73] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"Here, you need some pussy\"\n[02:36.11] I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n[02:38.87] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n[02:41.16] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:43.92] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.30] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n[02:48.85] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n[02:51.41] The bitch was sweating, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:53.77] 'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.31] I started banging, I was banging, dick was numbin'\n[02:58.86] She wasn't hanging, she was singing, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n[03:01.48] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n[03:03.99] I started sticking with the quickness, we were grindin'\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:09.00] I heard a-, now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.53] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.91] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.41] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.98] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.40] So many hunters dying, faces to the concrete\n[03:24.15] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.55] Of the heart, boy, how dare you try to sucker me?\n[03:29.05] And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.65] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n[03:34.18] I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.52] He's in his Cadillac, staring at my front door\n[03:38.92] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was joking, griff\"\n[03:44.08] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.63] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.30] 'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.42] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.13] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.78] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.27] I aim my pistol for his stomach, but I popped his knee\n[04:01.75] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.29] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.63] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.17] That's 20 soldiers and a copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.76] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.25] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.73] But maybe one day in the future, I can come back\n[04:19.25] But until then, I'm going home, where I'm from, black\n[04:21.84] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.40] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.66] Hey coño, man, listen to me, man\n[04:28.47] Now that we got Texas fiendin', man\n[04:30.71] It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n[04:33.78] We expand across the whole motherfuckin' world, man\n[04:36.65] And we get the dope out there, man\n[04:38.91] We fuck 'em up!\n[04:42.13] And you motherfuckers thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, man\n[04:44.81] I'm gonna tell you somethin', man\n[04:46.07] I'm comin' back, man\n[04:47.69] Geto Boys\n[04:48.99] 1990\n[04:50.39] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, man\n[04:54.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 1540\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 2840\n- text: (All I have in)\n  start_ms: 2840\n  end_ms: 3310\n- 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shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n  (Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n  The bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\n  She wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n  I started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin' home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n  We expand across the whole mothafuckin' world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck 'em up!\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\n  I'm comin' back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":22299418,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys-Retail","duration":294.29551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, 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they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, 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falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) 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mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":11256873,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best of the Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked 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fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.51] Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n[01:55.88] Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n[01:58.63] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.23] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.73] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n[02:06.48] (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n[02:14.05] (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n[02:25.99] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n[02:28.94] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.39] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:33.97] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n[02:36.28] I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n[02:38.68] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n[02:41.20] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:43.63] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.58] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n[02:48.66] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.37] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.34] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:58.92] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.27] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.91] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.55] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.98] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.53] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.99] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.25] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.62] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.67] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.29] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.61] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:33.90] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.62] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.09] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.46] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.02] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.73] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.35] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.60] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.22] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.84] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.20] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.84] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.52] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.87] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.21] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.93] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.32] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.93] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.52] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:21.94] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.38] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.90] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.68] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:31.28] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:34.45] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:37.14] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:39.19] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.25] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.71] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.29] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.75] Geto Boys\n[04:49.12] 1990\n[04:50.62] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:53.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best of the Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  start_ms: 25000\n  end_ms: 27980\n- text: Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  start_ms: 27980\n  end_ms: 30660\n- text: Sportin 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falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":33210852,"name":"Money And The Power","trackName":"Money And The Power","artistName":"Geto Boys And Scarface","albumName":"Best Of Geto Boys And Scarface","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Money and the power, money and the power\nI ain't fallin' short, I got the money and the power\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nNever goin' back 'cause I got money and the power\n\nDeep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker\nS.A.F.O., native Houston, South Parker\nBorn and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker\nNo one else to blame, fuck it, blame it on my mother\nWhen I was growin' up, nobody seemed to give a shit\nAnd that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch\nSince they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either\n\nSweet sixteen, time to stack me up some keys\n\nLearned the game of hustlin', fuckin' over fiends\nSellin' niggas speed, in other words, amphetamines\nMy game was more advanced, sellin' speed, I'm goin' broke\nGot 'em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope\nLearned to rock it up, now I got it sold\nTime to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe\nBusiness started boomin', started movin' powder\nMotherfuck the bitches, I want money and the power, yep\n\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nI ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nBitches on my dick 'cause I got money and the power\n\nWalkin' your cat, 30's and Vogues\nBrand new crib, brand new clothes\nMom would ask questions and often pitch a bitch\nWhere am I gettin' that money? Mickey D's ain't pay me shit\nI'd make up a story just to get her off my back\nUh-oh, I got a beef, I think my boys are out of crack\nEverything was smooth, exactly how I played it\nA dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it\nNickels, dimes and twenties and sixty cent bumps\n\nNigga rollin' hard, stackin' paper like Trump\nAnd I ain't give a fuck, I told you that from the jump\nDidn't worry about no static, I had a motherfuckin' pump\nAss out of line, word 'em up, a nigga sprayed 'em\nMama told me shoot first and ask questions later\n\nSix hundred bucks a motherfuckin' hour\nAnd I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yep\n\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nI ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nI got it like that 'cause I got money and the power\n\nI was twenty-one and still stackin' 30's\nBrought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey\nHe helped me for a minute, then he started screwin' up\nSaid fuck gettin' paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck\n\nBitches ran his life and they're still runnin' Lee\nI guess he doesn't realize the bitches fuckin' me\nIt really doesn't matter 'cause I could never tell\nHe can stay broke, but I got dope to sell\nI step out on the cut, shit was lookin' funny\nI ran back in the house and started callin' up my money\nI signal for my workers to bring in all the dope\n\nI can feel the bust and sure enough, in comes the 5-0\nNiggas stayed relaxed, but they was friskin' niggas up\nIf someone said my name, then I was definitely fucked\nBut I'ma play it cool, if I kill, I gotta kill\nFightin' for my shit, I never ran and never will\nCome to find out they wasn't fuckin' with my boys\nBusted a nigga who said he paid 'em talkin' noise\n\nI guess the juices is sour\nBut I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yep\n\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nSold a million records, I got money and the power\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nYou best to come clean 'cause I got money and the power\nMoney and the power, money and the power","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] Money and the power, money and the power\n[00:03.34] I ain't fallin' short, I got the money and the power\n[00:09.31] Money and the power, money and the power\n[00:09.75] Never goin' back 'cause I got money and the power\n[00:12.10] Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker\n[00:15.58] S.A.F.O., native Houston, South Parker\n[00:18.56] Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker\n[00:21.78] No one else to blame, fuck it, blame it on my mother\n[00:24.74] When I was growin' up, nobody seemed to give a shit\n[00:27.98] And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch\n[00:31.02] Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either\n[00:34.45] Sweet sixteen, time to stack me up some keys\n[00:37.67] Learned the game of hustlin', fuckin' over fiends\n[00:40.81] Sellin' niggas speed, in other words, amphetamines\n[00:43.85] My game was more advanced, sellin' speed, I'm goin' broke\n[00:47.25] Got 'em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope\n[00:50.43] Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold\n[00:53.68] Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe\n[00:56.84] Business started boomin', started movin' powder\n[01:00.09] Motherfuck the bitches, I want money and the power, yep\n[01:04.02] Money and the power, money and the power\n[01:07.35] I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power\n[01:10.48] Money and the power, money and the power\n[01:13.65] Bitches on my dick 'cause I got money and the power\n[01:16.03] Walkin' your cat, 30's and Vogues\n[01:19.23] Brand new crib, brand new clothes\n[01:22.48] Mom would ask questions and often pitch a bitch\n[01:25.65] Where am I gettin' that money? Mickey D's ain't pay me shit\n[01:28.65] I'd make up a story just to get her off my back\n[01:31.97] Uh-oh, I got a beef, I think my boys are out of crack\n[01:35.22] Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it\n[01:38.21] A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it\n[01:41.61] Nickels, dimes and twenties and sixty cent bumps\n[01:44.84] Nigga rollin' hard, stackin' paper like Trump\n[01:47.86] And I ain't give a fuck, I told you that from the jump\n[01:50.82] Didn't worry about no static, I had a motherfuckin' pump\n[01:54.42] Ass out of line, word 'em up, a nigga sprayed 'em\n[01:57.53] Mama told me shoot first and ask questions later\n[02:01.81] Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin' hour\n[02:04.67] And I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power, yep\n[02:08.02] Money and the power, money and the power\n[02:11.23] I ain't fallin' short 'cause I got money and the power\n[02:14.43] Money and the power, money and the power\n[02:17.49] I got it like that 'cause I got 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bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side 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Hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah. yeah\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nNever goin back cause I got\nMoney and the power\n\nDeep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker\nS.A. fool, native Houston South Parker\nBorn and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker\nNo one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother\nWhen I was growin up nobody seemed to give a shit\nAnd that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch\nSince they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either\nSweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's\nLearned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders\nSellin niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines\nMy game was more advanced, sellin speed I'm goin broke\nGot em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope\nLearned to rock it up, now I got it sold\nTime to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe\nBusiness started boomin, started movin powder\nMotherfuck the bitches I want money and the power. yup!\n\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nI ain't fallin short I got the\nMoney and the power\nYup!\nMoney and the power, money and the power\nBitches on my dick cause I got\nMoney and the power\n\nBought me a Caddy, 30's and vogues\nBrand new crib, brand new clothes\nMom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch\nWhere am I gettin the money? 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Mickey D's ain't paid me shit\n  I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back\n  Uh oh I got a beep I think my boys are out of crack\n  Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it\n  A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it\n  Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps\n  Nigga rollin hard, stackin paper like Trump\n  And I ain't give a fuck I told you that from the jump\n  Didn't worry about no static I had a motherfuckin pump\n  Ass out of line, word em up a nigga sprayed em\n  Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later.\n  Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin hour\n  And I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power, yup\n\n  Money and the power, money and the power\n  I ain't fallin short I got the\n  Money and the power\n  Yeah.\n  Money and the power, money and the power\n  I got it like dat, cause I got\n  Money and the power\n\n  There goes 21, and still stackin 30's\n  Brought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey\n  He helped me for a minute then he started screwin up\n  Said fuck gettin paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck\n  Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin Lee\n  I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin me\n  It really doesn't matter, cause Ac'll never tell\n  He can stay broke, but I got dope to sell\n  I step out on the cut, shit was lookin funny\n  I ran back in the house and started callin up my money\n  I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope\n  I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0\n  Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up\n  If someone said my name then I was definitely fucked\n  But I'ma play it cool, if I kill I gotta kill\n  Fightin for my shit, I never ran and never will\n  Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin with my boys\n  Busted a nigga who said he paid em, talkin noise\n  Hehehehehe. I guess the juices are sour\n  But I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power YUP!\n\n  Money and the power, money and the power\n  Sold a million records I got\n  Money and the power\n  Yup!\n  Money and the power, money and the power\n  Best to come clean, cause I got\n  Money and the power\n  Money and the power, money and the power\n  Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power!\n"},{"id":27532040,"name":"Scarface (Mixtape Version)","trackName":"Scarface (Mixtape Version)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best of the Geto Boys","duration":294.080726,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'\n'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n(Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin'\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\nThe bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\nShe wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin'\nI started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin' home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\nWe expand across the whole mothafuckin' world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck 'em up!\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\nI'm comin' back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface (Mixtape Version)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best of the Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294081\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'\n  'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n  (Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n  The bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\n  She wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n  I started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin' home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n  We expand across the whole mothafuckin' world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck 'em up!\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\n  I'm comin' back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":17937394,"name":"Scarface (Mixtape Version)","trackName":"Scarface (Mixtape Version)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Best Of The Geto Boys (Mixtape Version)","duration":294.013333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'\n'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n(Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin'\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\nThe bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\nShe wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin'\nI started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin' home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\nWe expand across the whole mothafuckin' world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck 'em up!\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\nI'm comin' back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface (Mixtape Version)\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Best Of The Geto Boys (Mixtape Version)\n  duration_ms: 294013\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'\n  'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n  (Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n  The bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\n  She wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n  I started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin' home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n  We expand across the whole mothafuckin' world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck 'em up!\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\n  I'm comin' back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":20066628,"name":"Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta","trackName":"Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangsta","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best of the Geto Boys and Scarface","duration":291.604898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn it feels good to be a gangsta\nA real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right\nA real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fucking mouth\nCause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights\nAnd niggas always gotta high cap\nShowing all his boys how he shot em\nBut real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts\nCause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em\nAnd everything's cool in the mind of a gangsta\nCause gangsta-ass niggas think deep\nUp three-sixty-five ayo 24/7\nCause real 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gangsta-ass nigga Little Jake\nNow bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign\nAnd play the role of Little Miss Sweet\nBut catch the bitch all alone get the digits, take her out\nAnd end up hittin' the ass with the meat\nCuz gangsta-ass niggas be the game playas\nAnd everythings quiet in the clique\nA gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger\nAnd his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit\nReal gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much\nAll ya hear is the black from the gun blast\nAnd real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit\nCuz real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast\nNow when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit\nHit the pen and let a mothafucka shank ya\nBut niggas like myself kick back and peep game\nCuz damn it feels good to be a gangsta\n\n(And now, a word from the President)\n\nDamn it feels good to be a gangsta\nGettin' voted into the White House\nEverything lookin' good to the people of the world\nBut the Mafia family is my boss\nSo every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down\nLike lettin' a big drug shipment through\nAnd send 'em to the poor community\nSo we can bust you know who\nSo voters of the world keep supportin' me\nAnd I promise to take you very far\nOther leaders better not upset me\nOr I'll send a million troops to die at war\nTo all you Republicans, that helped me win\nI sincerely like to thank you\nCuz now I got the world swingin' from my nuts\nAnd damn it feels good to be a gangsta","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.01] Damn it feels good to be a gangsta\n[00:13.12] \n[00:23.99] A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right\n[00:26.75] A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fucking mouth\n[00:29.42] Cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights\n[00:32.42] And niggas always gotta high cap\n[00:34.84] Showing all his boys how he shot em\n[00:37.88] But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts\n[00:40.44] Cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em\n[00:43.18] And everything's cool in the mind of a gangsta\n[00:45.84] Cause 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doug strugglers\nI hope metafy you with peace and all hustling\nI'm busting, for y'all niggas\nCause your my niggas on tha realer\nBeground these streets for stacking peeler\nFor the dealers, save back on your teams\nAnd underestimate with these who do\nYou get the paper and then get of the street\nY'all remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me\nCause I won't give a shee to a nigga starvin\nSo we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden\nHow many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck\nSurvivin' struggls hiting licks out the hippie club\nI'm just a homie out the hood who did something\nSo why are you fronting\nI'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted\nYou heard me homie!\nOr do you try to tell it to the dumdums\nThey call you niggas\nAnd niggas try steel were they come from\nI bring the front to all my homies out riding\nHelp a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding\nSange, and fange in this game, but it's true\nBe sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you\nNever forget the neighborhood were it started\nThe ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the\nGhetto,\nGhetto.\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto\nNigga\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nI represent the southeast, of southeast\nMillennium motherfucker and kay-doo were ya at\n(one time) bring tha rockas\nCause motherfuckers being talkin' for so long\nBut now I'm down with the innerface clik and it's on\nGive a fuck were you're from nigga\nAnd kay-doo always represtentin'\nThat nigga is a fact I've lived in it\nNow look at me, y'all can't steel rabbit\nFor all y'all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping\nWill I strapp ya?\nNiggas with all that hot capit\nNiggas packin' in fake and it ain't happening\nWill you think we're smacking\nThat yellow road is steady packing\nThe home of the ghetto slangin'\nAnd car jacking\nNigga, I ain't acting\nI was brought up in this bitch\nFrom the O.P's and all down to the eastwike\nEven flat Joe's and even the lingwood is all hood\nFor the Christ your all driving is all hood\nThe ghetto\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nI got give it up to my ghetto niggas\nIn the ghetto, bitch, looking for them ghetto licks\nGetting ghetto rich\nKnowing that the steam in the book flip the gang\nQuick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\nThis ghetto slang is some shit that can beat collage,\nYou ain't fucking with this hustla with street knowledge\n9 to 5\nStill fliping twenties on the side\nTry to get by the feints\nI'm making dollars out of fifty cents\nGot the big body Benz, with the wheels on it\nA cellular phone with no bills on it\nGet your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it\nBaby, lean on it, and I can put the kill on it\nYou gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer\nPutting your baby to sleep\nAnd turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick\nLooking sick in a six\nAnd some schweiz on my wrist\nNow picture this\nYou got to blow, cause to many niggas out for Mr. Jackson's dope\nY'all niggas got to go, to the ghetto\nGhetto,\nGhetto.\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto\nNigga\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nDeathwall is the site\nWhen the mic be light\nAs twice as ship advice to my homies who write me in te pine\nNow the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail\nWith their liberty bell, so I can tell you about the half\nAnd who got cow for riches, and sending bithces,\nI'm making bitches\nI remember when I just to get beat with extension cars\nAnd we slanged by to see were my house was\nStarted stealing out of my mama's perce\nNow that she's gone\nShe lives thrue my songs\nAnd it sure hurts\nI couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto\nAnd turn our women's into widows\nSick to see my homie that I ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with\nDead in a casket.\nTo my pumps we can reach the top\nBut you got a chance to get of the pop\nIf you see your chance baby take it\nI was the last mothafucka in the world who thought I would make it\nBut look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze\nCheck from the motherfucker streets of the ghetto\nGhetto,\nGhetto.\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto\nNigga\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Geto\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 321000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers\n  I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling\n  I'm busting, for y'all niggas\n  Cause your my niggas on tha realer\n  Beground these streets for stacking peeler\n  For the dealers, save back on your teams\n  And underestimate with these who do\n  You get the paper and then get of the street\n  Y'all remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me\n  Cause I won't give a shee to a nigga starvin\n  So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden\n  How many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck\n  Survivin' struggls hiting licks out the hippie club\n  I'm just a homie out the hood who did something\n  So why are you fronting\n  I'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted\n  You heard me homie!\n  Or do you try to tell it to the dumdums\n  They call you niggas\n  And niggas try steel were they come from\n  I bring the front to all my homies out riding\n  Help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding\n  Sange, and fange in this game, but it's true\n  Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you\n  Never forget the neighborhood were it started\n  The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the\n  Ghetto,\n  Ghetto.\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto\n  Nigga\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  I represent the southeast, of southeast\n  Millennium motherfucker and kay-doo were ya at\n  (one time) bring tha rockas\n  Cause motherfuckers being talkin' for so long\n  But now I'm down with the innerface clik and it's on\n  Give a fuck were you're from nigga\n  And kay-doo always represtentin'\n  That nigga is a fact I've lived in it\n  Now look at me, y'all can't steel rabbit\n  For all y'all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping\n  Will I strapp ya?\n  Niggas with all that hot capit\n  Niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happening\n  Will you think we're smacking\n  That yellow road is steady packing\n  The home of the ghetto slangin'\n  And car jacking\n  Nigga, I ain't acting\n  I was brought up in this bitch\n  From the O.P's and all down to the eastwike\n  Even flat Joe's and even the lingwood is all hood\n  For the Christ your all driving is all hood\n  The ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  I got give it up to my ghetto niggas\n  In the ghetto, bitch, looking for them ghetto licks\n  Getting ghetto rich\n  Knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang\n  Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\n  This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat collage,\n  You ain't fucking with this hustla with street knowledge\n  9 to 5\n  Still fliping twenties on the side\n  Try to get by the feints\n  I'm making dollars out of fifty cents\n  Got the big body Benz, with the wheels on it\n  A cellular phone with no bills on it\n  Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it\n  Baby, lean on it, and I can put the kill on it\n  You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer\n  Putting your baby to sleep\n  And turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick\n  Looking sick in a six\n  And some schweiz on my wrist\n  Now picture this\n  You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for Mr. Jackson's dope\n  Y'all niggas got to go, to the ghetto\n  Ghetto,\n  Ghetto.\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto\n  Nigga\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Deathwall is the site\n  When the mic be light\n  As twice as ship advice to my homies who write me in te pine\n  Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail\n  With their liberty bell, so I can tell you about the half\n  And who got cow for riches, and sending bithces,\n  I'm making bitches\n  I remember when I just to get beat with extension cars\n  And we slanged by to see were my house was\n  Started stealing out of my mama's perce\n  Now that she's gone\n  She lives thrue my songs\n  And it sure hurts\n  I couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto\n  And turn our women's into widows\n  Sick to see my homie that I ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with\n  Dead in a casket.\n  To my pumps we can reach the top\n  But you got a chance to get of the pop\n  If you see your chance baby take it\n  I was the last mothafucka in the world who thought I would make it\n  But look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze\n  Check from the motherfucker streets of the ghetto\n  Ghetto,\n  Ghetto.\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto\n  Nigga\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n"},{"id":21214974,"name":"The Geto","trackName":"The Geto","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies (Disc 1)","duration":320.996625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Scarface\nI dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\nI hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\nI'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\nWe grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\nFor the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\nAnd never underestimate with these who do\nYou get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\nYou never let the money and the dope to meet\nAnd I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\nSo we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\nHow many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\nSurvivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\nI'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\nAnd while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\nYou heard me homie\nFuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\nAnd niggas still forgettin' where they come from\nI bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\nAnd help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\nBe sure that you respecting the power, and that you\nNever forget the neighborhood where it started\nThe ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nK.B.\nI represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\nDecatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\nBut now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\nGive a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\nAnd I know that for a fact, I lived in it\nNow look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\nAnd for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\nGorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\nNiggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\nWhen you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\nThe home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\nNigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\nFrom the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\nEven Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\nBoulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nIce Cube\nI got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\nLooking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\nKnowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\nQuick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\nThis ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\nYou ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\nMaking dollars out of fifteen cents\nGot the big body Benz with the wheels on it\nA cell phone with no bills on it\nGhetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\nBaby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\nYou got this rap nigga lying like a singer\nPut your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\nYou can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\nWith somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\nYou better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\nY'all niggas got to go\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\n\nWillie D\nFifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\nAdvice to my homies who write me in the pen\nWillie know the cell is hell\nBut keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\nSo I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\nAnd send you pictures of naked bitches\nI remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\nAnd be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\nStarted stealing out my mama's purse\nNow that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\nHow come we treat our children\nWorse than we were treated in the ghetto?\nAnd turn our women into widows?\nSick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\nPlayed with, laughed with, dead in a casket\nTo my folks, we can reach the top, but\nYou gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\nYou see your chance, baby, take it\nI was the last motherfucker in the\nWorld that they thought would make it\nBut look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\nStraight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Geto\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies (Disc 1)\n  duration_ms: 320997\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Scarface\n  I dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\n  I hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\n  I'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\n  We grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\n  For the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\n  And never underestimate with these who do\n  You get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\n  You never let the money and the dope to meet\n  And I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\n  So we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\n  How many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\n  Survivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\n  I'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\n  And while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\n  You heard me homie\n  Fuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\n  And niggas still forgettin' where they come from\n  I bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\n  And help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n  'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\n  Be sure that you respecting the power, and that you\n  Never forget the neighborhood where it started\n  The ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  K.B.\n  I represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\n  Decatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n  'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\n  But now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\n  Give a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\n  And I know that for a fact, I lived in it\n  Now look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\n  And for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\n  Gorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\n  Niggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\n  When you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\n  The home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\n  Nigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\n  From the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\n  Even Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\n  Boulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  Ice Cube\n  I got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\n  Looking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\n  Knowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\n  Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\n  This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\n  You ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n  9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\n  Making dollars out of fifteen cents\n  Got the big body Benz with the wheels on it\n  A cell phone with no bills on it\n  Ghetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\n  Baby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\n  You got this rap nigga lying like a singer\n  Put your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\n  You can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\n  With somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\n  You better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\n  Y'all niggas got to go\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n\n  Willie D\n  Fifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\n  Advice to my homies who write me in the pen\n  Willie know the cell is hell\n  But keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\n  So I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\n  And send you pictures of naked bitches\n  I remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\n  And be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\n  Started stealing out my mama's purse\n  Now that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\n  How come we treat our children\n  Worse than we were treated in the ghetto?\n  And turn our women into widows?\n  Sick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\n  Played with, laughed with, dead in a casket\n  To my folks, we can reach the top, but\n  You gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\n  You see your chance, baby, take it\n  I was the last motherfucker in the\n  World that they thought would make it\n  But look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\n  Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n"},{"id":20557490,"name":"The Geto","trackName":"The Geto","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":298.9191839,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Scarface\nI dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\nI hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\nI'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\nWe grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\nFor the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\nAnd never underestimate with these who do\nYou get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\nYou never let the money and the dope to meet\nAnd I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\nSo we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\nHow many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\nSurvivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\nI'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\nAnd while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\nYou heard me homie\nFuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\nAnd niggas still forgettin' where they come from\nI bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\nAnd help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\nBe sure that you respecting the power, and that you\nNever forget the neighborhood where it started\nThe ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nK.B.\nI represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\nDecatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\nBut now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\nGive a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\nAnd I know that for a fact, I lived in it\nNow look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\nAnd for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\nGorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\nNiggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\nWhen you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\nThe home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\nNigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\nFrom the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\nEven Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\nBoulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nIce Cube\nI got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\nLooking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\nKnowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\nQuick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\nThis ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\nYou ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\nMaking dollars out of fifteen cents\nGot the big body Benz with the wheels on it\nA cell phone with no bills on it\nGhetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\nBaby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\nYou got this rap nigga lying like a singer\nPut your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\nYou can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\nWith somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\nYou better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\nY'all niggas got to go\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\n\nWillie D\nFifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\nAdvice to my homies who write me in the pen\nWillie know the cell is hell\nBut keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\nSo I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\nAnd send you pictures of naked bitches\nI remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\nAnd be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\nStarted stealing out my mama's purse\nNow that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\nHow come we treat our children\nWorse than we were treated in the ghetto?\nAnd turn our women into widows?\nSick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\nPlayed with, laughed with, dead in a casket\nTo my folks, we can reach the top, but\nYou gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\nYou see your chance, baby, take it\nI was the last motherfucker in the\nWorld that they thought would make it\nBut look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\nStraight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Geto\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 298919\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Scarface\n  I dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\n  I hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\n  I'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\n  We grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\n  For the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\n  And never underestimate with these who do\n  You get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\n  You never let the money and the dope to meet\n  And I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\n  So we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\n  How many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\n  Survivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\n  I'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\n  And while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\n  You heard me homie\n  Fuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\n  And niggas still forgettin' where they come from\n  I bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\n  And help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n  'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\n  Be sure that you respecting the power, and that you\n  Never forget the neighborhood where it started\n  The ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  K.B.\n  I represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\n  Decatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n  'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\n  But now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\n  Give a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\n  And I know that for a fact, I lived in it\n  Now look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\n  And for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\n  Gorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\n  Niggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\n  When you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\n  The home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\n  Nigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\n  From the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\n  Even Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\n  Boulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  Ice Cube\n  I got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\n  Looking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\n  Knowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\n  Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\n  This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\n  You ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n  9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\n  Making dollars out of fifteen cents\n  Got the big body Benz with the wheels on it\n  A cell phone with no bills on it\n  Ghetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\n  Baby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\n  You got this rap nigga lying like a singer\n  Put your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\n  You can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\n  With somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\n  You better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\n  Y'all niggas got to go\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n\n  Willie D\n  Fifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\n  Advice to my homies who write me in the pen\n  Willie know the cell is hell\n  But keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\n  So I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\n  And send you pictures of naked bitches\n  I remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\n  And be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\n  Started stealing out my mama's purse\n  Now that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\n  How come we treat our children\n  Worse than we were treated in the ghetto?\n  And turn our women into widows?\n  Sick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\n  Played with, laughed with, dead in a casket\n  To my folks, we can reach the top, but\n  You gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\n  You see your chance, baby, take it\n  I was the last motherfucker in the\n  World that they thought would make it\n  But look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\n  Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n"},{"id":22039556,"name":"The Geto","trackName":"The Geto","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies (Screwed)","duration":352.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Scarface\nI dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\nI hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\nI'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\nWe grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\nFor the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\nAnd never underestimate with these who do\nYou get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\nYou never let the money and the dope to meet\nAnd I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\nSo we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\nHow many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\nSurvivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\nI'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\nAnd while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\nYou heard me homie\nFuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\nAnd niggas still forgettin' where they come from\nI bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\nAnd help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\nBe sure that you respecting the power, and that you\nNever forget the neighborhood where it started\nThe ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nK.B.\nI represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\nDecatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\nBut now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\nGive a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\nAnd I know that for a fact, I lived in it\nNow look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\nAnd for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\nGorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\nNiggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\nWhen you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\nThe home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\nNigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\nFrom the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\nEven Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\nBoulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nIce Cube\nI got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\nLooking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\nKnowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\nQuick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\nThis ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\nYou ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\nMaking dollars out of fifteen cents\nGot the big body Benz with the wheels on it\nA cell phone with no bills on it\nGhetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\nBaby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\nYou got this rap nigga lying like a singer\nPut your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\nYou can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\nWith somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\nYou better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\nY'all niggas got to go\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\n\nWillie D\nFifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\nAdvice to my homies who write me in the pen\nWillie know the cell is hell\nBut keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\nSo I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\nAnd send you pictures of naked bitches\nI remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\nAnd be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\nStarted stealing out my mama's purse\nNow that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\nHow come we treat our children\nWorse than we were treated in the ghetto?\nAnd turn our women into widows?\nSick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\nPlayed with, laughed with, dead in a casket\nTo my folks, we can reach the top, but\nYou gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\nYou see your chance, baby, take it\nI was the last motherfucker in the\nWorld that they thought would make it\nBut look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\nStraight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Geto\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies (Screwed)\n  duration_ms: 352000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Scarface\n  I dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\n  I hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\n  I'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\n  We grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\n  For the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\n  And never underestimate with these who do\n  You get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\n  You never let the money and the dope to meet\n  And I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\n  So we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\n  How many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\n  Survivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\n  I'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\n  And while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\n  You heard me homie\n  Fuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\n  And niggas still forgettin' where they come from\n  I bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\n  And help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n  'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\n  Be sure that you respecting the power, and that you\n  Never forget the neighborhood where it started\n  The ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  K.B.\n  I represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\n  Decatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n  'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\n  But now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\n  Give a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\n  And I know that for a fact, I lived in it\n  Now look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\n  And for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\n  Gorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\n  Niggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\n  When you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\n  The home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\n  Nigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\n  From the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\n  Even Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\n  Boulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  Ice Cube\n  I got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\n  Looking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\n  Knowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\n  Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\n  This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\n  You ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n  9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\n  Making dollars out of fifteen cents\n  Got the big body Benz with the wheels on it\n  A cell phone with no bills on it\n  Ghetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\n  Baby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\n  You got this rap nigga lying like a singer\n  Put your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\n  You can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\n  With somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\n  You better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\n  Y'all niggas got to go\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n\n  Willie D\n  Fifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\n  Advice to my homies who write me in the pen\n  Willie know the cell is hell\n  But keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\n  So I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\n  And send you pictures of naked bitches\n  I remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\n  And be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\n  Started stealing out my mama's purse\n  Now that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\n  How come we treat our children\n  Worse than we were treated in the ghetto?\n  And turn our women into widows?\n  Sick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\n  Played with, laughed with, dead in a casket\n  To my folks, we can reach the top, but\n  You gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\n  You see your chance, baby, take it\n  I was the last motherfucker in the\n  World that they thought would make it\n  But look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\n  Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n"},{"id":14010913,"name":"07 - The Geto","trackName":"07 - The Geto","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":320.933333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Scarface\nI dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\nI hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\nI'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\nWe grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\nFor the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\nAnd never underestimate with these who do\nYou get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\nYou never let the money and the dope to meet\nAnd I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\nSo we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\nHow many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\nSurvivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\nI'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\nAnd while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\nYou heard me homie\nFuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\nAnd niggas still forgettin' where they come from\nI bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\nAnd help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\nBe sure that you respecting the power, and that you\nNever forget the neighborhood where it started\nThe ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nK.B.\nI represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\nDecatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\nBut now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\nGive a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\nAnd I know that for a fact, I lived in it\nNow look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\nAnd for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\nGorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\nNiggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\nWhen you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\nThe home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\nNigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\nFrom the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\nEven Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\nBoulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\n\nIce Cube\nI got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\nLooking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\nKnowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\nQuick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\nThis ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\nYou ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\nMaking dollars out of fifteen cents\nGot the big body Benz with the wheels on it\nA cell phone with no bills on it\nGhetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\nBaby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\nYou got this rap nigga lying like a singer\nPut your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\nYou can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\nWith somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\nYou better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\nY'all niggas got to go\nThe ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\n\nWillie D\nFifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\nAdvice to my homies who write me in the pen\nWillie know the cell is hell\nBut keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\nSo I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\nAnd send you pictures of naked bitches\nI remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\nAnd be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\nStarted stealing out my mama's purse\nNow that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\nHow come we treat our children\nworse than we were treated in the ghetto?\nAnd turn our women into widows?\nSick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\nPlayed with, laughed with, dead in a casket\nTo my folks, we can reach the top, but\nYou gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\nYou see your chance, baby, take it\nI was the last motherfucker in the\nworld that they thought would make it\nBut look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\nStraight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\nGhetto\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here\nGhetto (Ghetto)\nGhetto\nI can't get out of here","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07 - The Geto\n  artist: Scarface\n  album: My Homies\n  duration_ms: 320933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Scarface\n  I dedicate this to my road dogs struggling\n  I hope this letter finds you with peace and all hustling\n  I'm busting, for y'all niggas, 'cause ya'll my niggas on the reala\n  We grind in these streets to stack some scrilla\n  For the dealers, you stay up on your P's and your Q's\n  And never underestimate with these who do\n  You get the paper then get out the streets, and y'all remember\n  You never let the money and the dope to meet\n  And I could give a G to a nigga starvin'\n  So we can floss and blow weed when he with the warden\n  How many niggas on the cut who don't give a fuck\n  Survivin' struggles, hitting licks after I pick 'em up\n  I'm just a homie out the hood who done did something\n  And while you frontin', I'm ten years and I'm still bumpin'\n  You heard me homie\n  Fuck tryna cater to the dumdums, they call you niggas\n  And niggas still forgettin' where they come from\n  I bring the real for all my homies out grindin'\n  And help your homie get on his feet, and we all riding\n  'Stangs, but thangs in this game and that's true\n  Be sure that you respecting the power, and that you\n  Never forget the neighborhood where it started\n  The ghetto South Acres my hood and my heart's with the...\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  K.B.\n  I represent that southeast, that Southeast Atlanta, muthafucka\n  Decatur, where you at? (One time) Bring the ruckus\n  'Cause muthafuckas been talkin' that shit for so long\n  But now I'm down with this Interface clique and it's on\n  Give a fuck where you from, nigga, Decatur always represented\n  And I know that for a fact, I lived in it\n  Now look at me, yup, K.B. still rappin'\n  And for you niggas talking that shit, I'm still scrappin'\n  Gorilla slappin' niggas with all that hot cappin'\n  Niggas thinkin' they can fake their death, it ain't happenin'\n  When you think we slackin', that Campbellton Road steady packin'\n  The home of the big dope slangin' and car jacking\n  Nigga, i ain't acting, Eiffel Court up in this bitch\n  From the O.P's and all the way down to Eastwick\n  Even Flat Shoals and Glenwood, it's all good\n  Boulder Crest to Columbia Drive, it's all hood\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n\n  Ice Cube\n  I got to give it up to my ghetto niggas, and that ghetto bitch\n  Looking for them ghetto licks, getting ghetto rich\n  Knowing that the scheme in the book flip the game\n  Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name\n  This ghetto slang is some shit that can beat college\n  You ain't fucking with this hustler with street knowledge\n  9 to 5, still flipping 20's on the side, drop it by the fence\n  Making dollars out of fifteen cents\n  Got the big body Benz with the wheels on it\n  A cell phone with no bills on it\n  Ghetto ass, got to feel on it, still want it\n  Baby, kneel on it, and I can put the kill on it\n  You got this rap nigga lying like a singer\n  Put your baby to sleep, and turn off your ringer\n  You can catch me on Van Wick looking sick in a six\n  With somethin' Swiss on my wrist, now picture this\n  You better blow, 'cause too many niggas up at Mr. Jackson's do'\n  Y'all niggas got to go\n  The ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n\n  Willie D\n  Fifth Ward is the site where the fight for life is twice as shife\n  Advice to my homies who write me in the pen\n  Willie know the cell is hell\n  But keep sending me mail with that Liberty Bell\n  So I can tell you what's the haps, and who got capped for riches\n  And send you pictures of naked bitches\n  I remember when I used to get beat with extension cord\n  And be ashamed to show my friends where my house was\n  Started stealing out my mama's purse\n  Now that she's gone, she lives through my songs and it sure hurts\n  How come we treat our children\n  worse than we were treated in the ghetto?\n  And turn our women into widows?\n  Sick of seeing my homies that I ate with, drank with\n  Played with, laughed with, dead in a casket\n  To my folks, we can reach the top, but\n  You gotta shit or get off the pot, fuck\n  You see your chance, baby, take it\n  I was the last motherfucker in the\n  world that they thought would make it\n  But look at me now, sex on the beach in Greece\n  Straight from the motherfucking streets of the ghetto\n\n  Ghetto\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n  Ghetto (Ghetto)\n  Ghetto\n  I can't get out of here\n"},{"id":36953452,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"1989! Songs of the Year","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin\nI started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\nI'm comin back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.14] I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n[00:28.19] Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n[00:30.84] Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n[00:33.28] You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n[00:35.84] Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n[00:38.15] So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n[00:40.90] Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.30] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.56] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.24] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.92] You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.33] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n[00:58.07] (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n[01:05.76] (All I have in this world)\n[01:06.95] (All I have in this world)\n[01:08.30] (Balls)\n[01:08.96] (Balls)\n[01:09.51] (Balls)\n[01:10.19] (Balls)\n[01:15.77] I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n[01:18.79] It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n[01:21.08] Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n[01:23.43] And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n[01:25.83] Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n[01:28.57] So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n[01:31.26] Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n[01:33.55] Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n[01:36.26] Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n[01:38.62] So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n[01:41.26] Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n[01:43.58] Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n[01:46.26] Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n[01:48.66] Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n[01:51.34] Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.75] Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n[01:56.31] Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n[01:58.79] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.15] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.80] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n[02:06.43] (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n[02:13.88] (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n[02:25.41] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n[02:28.67] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.06] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:34.06] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n[02:36.63] I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n[02:38.75] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n[02:41.34] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:44.02] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.75] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n[02:49.01] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.70] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.13] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:59.13] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.50] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.89] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.85] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.51] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.93] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.55] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.60] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.60] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.09] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.67] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:34.25] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.70] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.30] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.20] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.56] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.50] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.78] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.49] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.74] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.40] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.81] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.60] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.82] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.23] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.80] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.13] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.86] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.21] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:22.12] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.52] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.56] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.33] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:30.66] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:33.91] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:36.59] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:38.65] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.39] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.59] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.26] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.45] Geto Boys\n[04:49.15] 1990\n[04:50.94] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:54.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: 1989! 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and\n  start_ms: 48240\n  end_ms: 50920\n- text: You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  start_ms: 50920\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 58070\n- text: (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n  start_ms: 58070\n  end_ms: 65760\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 65760\n  end_ms: 66950\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 66950\n  end_ms: 68300\n- text: (Balls)\n  start_ms: 68300\n  end_ms: 68960\n- text: (Balls)\n  start_ms: 68960\n  end_ms: 69510\n- text: (Balls)\n  start_ms: 69510\n  end_ms: 70190\n- text: (Balls)\n  start_ms: 70190\n  end_ms: 75770\n- text: I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  start_ms: 75770\n  end_ms: 78790\n- text: It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  start_ms: 78790\n  end_ms: 81080\n- text: Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  start_ms: 81080\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: And when it's over, all I want is bloody 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290940\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n  start_ms: 290940\n  end_ms: 294550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294550\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n  Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"}]