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Something like a motherfucking phenomenon\nEat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan\n\n(Hook)\nBig barbarians, baboons with big bucks\nGorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!)\nAfrican Apes, stackin them pap's\nI put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!)\nOrangutan gang bangin with that purple flag\nPiff-puffin, there's nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!)\nI'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death\nThe Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!)\n\n(V2)\nBenjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa\nBoom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you.\nThink you nice, but I know somebody hotter\nWith a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!)\nNiggaz tryna Free Mumia\nI'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer\nGot a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt\nFunkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk\nNo money, clothes bummy, nose runny\nBent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies\nHop on the train in front of the cops\nPoppin their brain, confrontin the cops\nStating the facts, no hating you wack\nThrow the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen\nMy niggaz is back, you don't believe me though\nPlaying games and get caught, cocoa leave-io\nHot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner\nWith your not needed mother, yo\nI'm one of the best you one of the worst\nGun on your chest blood on your shirt\nSon it's berserk, nicca\n\n(Hook)\n\n(V3)\nSilverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps\nOunce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track\n... lemme get a light man","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.17] (V1)\n[00:04.08] Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it\n[00:16.71] Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican\n[00:21.27] Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper\n[00:23.90] Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us\n[00:25.75] Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor\n[00:27.54] Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker\n[00:31.15] My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack\n[00:33.88] Fuck you paw, you can't rap\n[00:35.67] Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne\n[00:38.34] I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe\n[00:41.17] In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams\n[00:44.77] Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons\n[00:46.58] Y'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps\n[00:49.23] My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back\n[00:52.83] Yo... you kidding me duke\n[00:54.68] Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot\n[00:57.36] (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon\n[01:00.02] Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan\n[01:01.87] (Hook)\n[01:02.72] Big barbarians, baboons with big bucks\n[01:06.36] Gorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!)\n[01:10.00] African Apes, stackin them pap's\n[01:10.97] I put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!)\n[01:14.53] Orangutan gang bangin with that purple flag\n[01:17.27] Piff-puffin, there's nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!)\n[01:19.06] I'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death\n[01:22.61] The Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!)\n[01:25.39] (V2)\n[01:26.23] Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa\n[01:28.02] Boom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you.\n[01:30.77] Think you nice, but I know somebody hotter\n[01:32.62] With a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!)\n[01:37.13] Niggaz tryna Free Mumia\n[01:38.94] I'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer\n[01:40.73] Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt\n[01:44.39] Funkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk\n[01:46.19] No money, clothes bummy, nose runny\n[01:49.79] Bent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies\n[01:51.56] Hop on the train in front of the cops\n[01:56.06] Poppin their brain, confrontin the cops\n[01:56.93] Stating the facts, no hating you wack\n[01:59.74] Throw the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen\n[02:02.44] My niggaz is back, you don't believe me though\n[02:06.02] Playing games and get caught, cocoa leave-io\n[02:08.78] Hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner\n[02:13.28] With your not needed mother, yo\n[02:14.11] I'm one of the best you one of the worst\n[02:15.95] Gun on your chest blood on your shirt\n[02:17.70] Son it's berserk, nicca\n[02:18.67] (Hook)\n[02:40.47] (V3)\n[02:41.37] Silverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps\n[02:43.17] Ounce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track\n[02:45.83] ... lemme get a light man\n[02:49.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Monkey Barz\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (V1)\n  start_ms: 3170\n  end_ms: 4080\n- text: Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it\n  start_ms: 4080\n  end_ms: 16710\n- text: Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican\n  start_ms: 16710\n  end_ms: 21270\n- text: Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper\n  start_ms: 21270\n  end_ms: 23900\n- text: Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us\n  start_ms: 23900\n  end_ms: 25750\n- text: Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor\n  start_ms: 25750\n  end_ms: 27540\n- text: Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker\n  start_ms: 27540\n  end_ms: 31150\n- text: My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack\n  start_ms: 31150\n  end_ms: 33880\n- text: Fuck you paw, you can't rap\n  start_ms: 33880\n  end_ms: 35670\n- text: Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne\n  start_ms: 35670\n  end_ms: 38340\n- text: I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe\n  start_ms: 38340\n  end_ms: 41170\n- text: In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams\n  start_ms: 41170\n  end_ms: 44770\n- text: Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons\n  start_ms: 44770\n  end_ms: 46580\n- text: Y'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps\n  start_ms: 46580\n  end_ms: 49230\n- text: My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back\n  start_ms: 49230\n  end_ms: 52830\n- text: Yo... you kidding me duke\n  start_ms: 52830\n  end_ms: 54680\n- text: Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot\n  start_ms: 54680\n  end_ms: 57360\n- text: (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon\n  start_ms: 57360\n  end_ms: 60020\n- text: Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan\n  start_ms: 60020\n  end_ms: 61870\n- text: (Hook)\n  start_ms: 61870\n  end_ms: 62720\n- text: Big barbarians, baboons with big bucks\n  start_ms: 62720\n  end_ms: 66360\n- text: Gorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!)\n  start_ms: 66360\n  end_ms: 70000\n- text: African Apes, stackin them pap's\n  start_ms: 70000\n  end_ms: 70970\n- text: I put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!)\n  start_ms: 70970\n  end_ms: 74530\n- text: Orangutan gang bangin with that purple flag\n  start_ms: 74530\n  end_ms: 77270\n- text: Piff-puffin, there's nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!)\n  start_ms: 77270\n  end_ms: 79060\n- text: I'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death\n  start_ms: 79060\n  end_ms: 82610\n- text: The Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!)\n  start_ms: 82610\n  end_ms: 85390\n- text: (V2)\n  start_ms: 85390\n  end_ms: 86230\n- text: Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa\n  start_ms: 86230\n  end_ms: 88020\n- text: Boom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you.\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 90770\n- text: Think you nice, but I know somebody hotter\n  start_ms: 90770\n  end_ms: 92620\n- text: With a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!)\n  start_ms: 92620\n  end_ms: 97130\n- text: Niggaz tryna Free Mumia\n  start_ms: 97130\n  end_ms: 98940\n- text: I'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer\n  start_ms: 98940\n  end_ms: 100730\n- text: Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt\n  start_ms: 100730\n  end_ms: 104390\n- text: Funkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk\n  start_ms: 104390\n  end_ms: 106190\n- text: No money, clothes bummy, nose runny\n  start_ms: 106190\n  end_ms: 109790\n- text: Bent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies\n  start_ms: 109790\n  end_ms: 111560\n- text: Hop on the train in front of the cops\n  start_ms: 111560\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: Poppin their brain, confrontin the cops\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 116930\n- text: Stating the facts, no hating you wack\n  start_ms: 116930\n  end_ms: 119740\n- text: Throw the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen\n  start_ms: 119740\n  end_ms: 122440\n- text: My niggaz is back, you don't believe me though\n  start_ms: 122440\n  end_ms: 126020\n- text: Playing games and get caught, cocoa leave-io\n  start_ms: 126020\n  end_ms: 128780\n- text: Hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner\n  start_ms: 128780\n  end_ms: 133280\n- text: With your not needed mother, yo\n  start_ms: 133280\n  end_ms: 134110\n- text: I'm one of the best you one of the worst\n  start_ms: 134110\n  end_ms: 135950\n- text: Gun on your chest blood on your shirt\n  start_ms: 135950\n  end_ms: 137700\n- text: Son it's berserk, nicca\n  start_ms: 137700\n  end_ms: 138670\n- text: (Hook)\n  start_ms: 138670\n  end_ms: 160470\n- text: (V3)\n  start_ms: 160470\n  end_ms: 161370\n- text: Silverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps\n  start_ms: 161370\n  end_ms: 163170\n- text: Ounce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track\n  start_ms: 163170\n  end_ms: 165830\n- text: '... lemme get a light man'\n  start_ms: 165830\n  end_ms: 169400\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 169400\nplain: |-\n  (V1)\n  Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it\n  Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican\n  Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper\n  Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us\n  Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor\n  Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker\n  My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack\n  Fuck you paw, you can't rap\n  Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne\n  I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe\n  In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams\n  Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons\n  Y'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps\n  My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back\n  Yo... you kidding me duke\n  Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot\n  (Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon\n  Eat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan\n\n  (Hook)\n  Big barbarians, baboons with big bucks\n  Gorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!)\n  African Apes, stackin them pap's\n  I put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!)\n  Orangutan gang bangin with that purple flag\n  Piff-puffin, there's nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!)\n  I'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death\n  The Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!)\n\n  (V2)\n  Benjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa\n  Boom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you.\n  Think you nice, but I know somebody hotter\n  With a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!)\n  Niggaz tryna Free Mumia\n  I'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer\n  Got a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt\n  Funkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk\n  No money, clothes bummy, nose runny\n  Bent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies\n  Hop on the train in front of the cops\n  Poppin their brain, confrontin the cops\n  Stating the facts, no hating you wack\n  Throw the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen\n  My niggaz is back, you don't believe me though\n  Playing games and get caught, cocoa leave-io\n  Hot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner\n  With your not needed mother, yo\n  I'm one of the best you one of the worst\n  Gun on your chest blood on your shirt\n  Son it's berserk, nicca\n\n  (Hook)\n\n  (V3)\n  Silverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps\n  Ounce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track\n  ... lemme get a light man\n"},{"id":36770115,"name":"Monkey Barz","trackName":"Monkey Barz","artistName":"Sean Price","albumName":"Monkey Barz (Instrumentals)","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(V1)\nAiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it\nStraight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican\nRang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper\nTwo socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us\nYo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor\nRedo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker\nMy little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack\nFuck you paw, you can't rap\nListen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne\nI'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe\nIn the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams\nDrinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons\nY'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps\nMy niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back\nYo... you kidding me duke\nWalk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot\n(Sean P!) Something like a motherfucking phenomenon\nEat your food at noon, celebrating Ramadan\n\n(Hook)\nBig barbarians, baboons with big bucks\nGorillas with gats, nigga Big Ruck -- (AWOO!)\nAfrican Apes, stackin them pap's\nI put some, crack in your steak, don't get slapped in the face -- (AWOO!)\nOrangutan gang bangin with that purple flag\nPiff-puffin, there's nothin to hurt you bad -- (AWOO!)\nI'm Boot Camp for life, Decept to death\nThe Force Magnum nigga, never forget -- (AWOO!)\n\n(V2)\nBenjamin Banneker, Afrika Bambaataa\nBoom-bap-bip and yo, medulla oblongata, you.\nThink you nice, but I know somebody hotter\nWith a crackhead mother and a piece of shit father (Sean P!)\nNiggaz tryna Free Mumia\nI'm unravelling roach clips, tryna free this reefer\nGot a Boot Camp hat on, Wu-Wear shirt\nFunkmaster Flex Lugz lookin like a fucking jerk\nNo money, clothes bummy, nose runny\nBent Metrocard, 4-4 blow dummies\nHop on the train in front of the cops\nPoppin their brain, confrontin the cops\nStating the facts, no hating you wack\nThrow the A to your back then escape with your trap, listen\nMy niggaz is back, you don't believe me though\nPlaying games and get caught, cocoa leave-io\nHot peas and butter, cop trees on Sumner\nWith your not needed mother, yo\nI'm one of the best you one of the worst\nGun on your chest blood on your shirt\nSon it's berserk, nicca\n\n(Hook)\n\n(V3)\nSilverback Gorilla nigga baboon raps\nOunce of 'dro, two hoes and a Black Moon track\n... lemme get a light man","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.17] (V1)\n[00:04.08] Aiyyo we Mighty Joe Youngin it, thuggin it\n[00:16.71] Straight from the jungle my brother, my niggaz Banana Republican\n[00:21.27] Rang-a-tang slang, Chewbacca not proper\n[00:23.90] Two socks fulla rocks, plus the cops watch us\n[00:25.75] Yo, we smoke weed, pop pills, drink liquor\n[00:27.54] Redo the knowledge, read lessons, think quicker\n[00:31.15] My little niggaz that the Boot Camp wack\n[00:33.88] Fuck you paw, you can't rap\n[00:35.67] Listen let it be known, stepping on rose petals lead to the throne\n[00:38.34] I'm the motherfucking king, getting head from this hoe\n[00:41.17] In the new estate in Jersey with Jay Williams\n[00:44.77] Drinking Amstel Light, shooting at clay pigeons\n[00:46.58] Y'all niggaz is straight timid, delicate with the raps\n[00:49.23] My niggaz is spray midgets, elephants on they back\n[00:52.83] Yo... you kidding me duke\n[00:54.68] Walk around like that, you ain't strapped, gimme ya loot\n[00:57.36] (Sean P!) 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Agallah\nYeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it\nWinchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it\nYo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer\nWatch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker\nYo, various styles and, various hot shit\nKilled a nigga on a train with Barry Slovik, dude\nBottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck\nWhere your girl, duke, I'm ready to fuck\nDo the knowledge, I'm ill\nEspecially when the god swallowing pills\nSpaz out on your bitch while she double my deal\nAll my niggaz went through drama, for real\nRuck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggaz, keep rising to the top\n\nEveryone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah\nWhere it's me and my niggaz, my bitches, my guns and my cars\nMy dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars\nI like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\nI'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all\nWind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\nCome back to the block, then I break y'all balls\nGet murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl\nListen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\nNone of these niggaz could never see the catalog\nI don't give a fuck if it's digital or analog\nI flip, to any style, pa, press record\nGive me a million, that's how you blessed the lord\n\nBullshit me? I won't even step to y'all\nConsider the shit, this is what I left with y'all\nLook at all the hot shit, that I kept from y'all\n\nIt's music in the air, a lots of loving everywhere\nEverybody, gettin' right, everybody, gettin' right\nIt's smoke all in the air, everybody wanna share\nNiggaz is gettin' high, niggaz is gettin' high\n\nI love thin raps and flows, I love gettin' stacks of dough\nLike I love hittin' raps and hoes\nI've been to club, where the stash is yo\nWhy you bumpin' me, god, actin' up in front of company, god\nGot some shit up in the trunk of my car\nWe can fight right now, you get lumped in the bar\nBottom line duke; fuck who you are\nSpit two gem stars out my mouth, give you a couple of scars\n\nThe flame from Ruck and Agallah, and lendin' y'all spitly\nWe come through like this from Brooklyn, my niggaz hopin' shitly\nWhile niggaz like Blick Street that be reppin' with me\nMy nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly\nIt's Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly\nWe don't waste no time, we take care of this quickly\nFor real my nitly, it's about to get off the hitly\nFor shitly, you know where I'm at, my nigga, hit me\nAnd God be with me, through the streets I move switfly\nYou want war, with a nigga, pa, then come and get me","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.56] Feat. Agallah\n[00:27.26] \n[00:31.74] Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it\n[00:34.31] Winchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it\n[00:37.37] Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer\n[00:39.41] Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker\n[00:41.92] Yo, various styles and, various hot shit\n[00:44.74] Killed a nigga on a train with Barry Slovik, dude\n[00:47.54] Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck\n[00:49.61] Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to fuck\n[00:51.45] Do the knowledge, I'm ill\n[00:52.78] Especially when the god swallowing pills\n[00:54.63] Spaz out on your bitch while she double my deal\n[00:57.16] All my niggaz went through drama, for real\n[00:59.65] Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville\n[01:02.79] Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n[01:04.93] Ya'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n[01:07.47] Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n[01:10.27] Ya'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n[01:12.25] And we gon' give this all that we got\n[01:17.37] Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n[01:19.90] All my niggaz, keep rising to the top\n[01:22.57] Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah\n[01:26.94] \n[01:36.13] Where it's me and my niggaz, my bitches, my guns and my cars\n[01:38.70] My dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars\n[01:41.57] I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\n[01:43.85] I'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all\n[01:46.92] Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\n[01:49.10] Come back to the block, then I break y'all balls\n[01:51.55] Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl\n[01:54.21] Listen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\n[01:56.57] None of these niggaz could never see the catalog\n[01:59.31] I don't give a fuck if it's digital or analog\n[02:01.96] I flip, to any style, pa, press record\n[02:04.48] Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord\n[02:07.19] Bullshit me? 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Agallah\n  Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it\n  Winchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it\n  Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer\n  Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker\n  Yo, various styles and, various hot shit\n  Killed a nigga on a train with Barry Slovik, dude\n  Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck\n  Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to fuck\n  Do the knowledge, I'm ill\n  Especially when the god swallowing pills\n  Spaz out on your bitch while she double my deal\n  All my niggaz went through drama, for real\n  Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville\n  Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n  Ya'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n  Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n  Ya'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggaz, keep rising to the top\n\n  Everyone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah\n  Where it's me and my niggaz, my bitches, my guns and my cars\n  My dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars\n  I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\n  I'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all\n  Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\n  Come back to the block, then I break y'all balls\n  Get murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl\n  Listen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\n  None of these niggaz could never see the catalog\n  I don't give a fuck if it's digital or analog\n  I flip, to any style, pa, press record\n  Give me a million, that's how you blessed the lord\n\n  Bullshit me? 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months, ain't did a fucking show\nRuckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome\nBut what the fuck are you doing? Chill\nFound a new way to build\nFuck rap, started selling 2-ways and pills\nWhen the stomach growls, and the fridge there\nAnd you starving, and ya kid's there\nIt's... motherfuckin' critical pa\nMy pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa\nNiggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet\nWhen they fuckin' with a four dollar royalty check\nAnd if you feel me, act like you know\nSincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.10] It go\n[00:07.31] Frederick Douglas, Nat Turner\n[00:09.63] Ku Klux Klan, big black burner\n[00:13.27] Ashtray, cigarette butts\n[00:15.27] Box cutter gem star, watch this nigga get cut\n[00:19.29] Ten dollars, two tokens\n[00:22.23] Friends hollerin', \"Yo, what you smoking?\"\n[00:25.49] I reply with, \"none of ya biz\"\n[00:27.89] It's father's day and I ain't get shit from none of my kids\n[00:31.16] Listen, liquor store, let me get a fifth\n[00:34.84] Weed spots, let me get a spliff\n[00:38.54] Mad as hell, plus I'm frustrated\n[00:41.24] Last album came out, you motherfucks hate it\n[00:44.57] Rock solo, Ruck broke\n[00:47.75] Here's a hundred dollars, what a fucking joke\n[00:51.49] Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go\n[00:53.78] Album been out two months, ain't did a fucking show\n[00:57.63] Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome\n[01:00.97] But what the fuck are you doing? 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(I got heartburn)\n\"And just enough to make 'em stop\" uh-huh\n\"Only take us on the path\" - P\n\"So it is on your mind\" - and again\n\n(Sean Price)\nI love fist fights with brass knuckles\nI love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po\nI love mushrooms, I love to puff boom\nLove living with you though it ain't much room\nI love when you say my song is corny\nAt the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny\nI love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes\nI love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?\nI love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X\nLove Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest\nI love wallabies, I love trees just as much\nAs I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it\n\n(Chorus 2x)\n\n(Sean Price)\nI love to punch street niggaz\nRude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz\nYa'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me\nTo knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber\nShow me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama\nThe bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam\nDamn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man\nCouldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams\nSee, I'm on your block in a tore backed van\nJumped out with a new gun, hold that fam\nBah, Sean Price, past, present and future\nBetter late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you\nI love ya","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.77] (Sean Price)\n[00:05.49] I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son\n[00:28.00] Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite\n[00:30.71] I love it when my bitch cook, come home\n[00:33.52] To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook\n[00:36.22] I love them bullets I sent you\n[00:39.80] You know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due\n[00:43.49] I love my moms and the drug habit\n[00:46.16] I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered\n[00:48.86] I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit\n[00:51.54] I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it\n[00:55.11] I love it\n[00:56.07] I love it when you bob ya head to this\n[00:59.71] At the same time, giving the God head in the whip\n[01:01.52] I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing\n[01:04.24] Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes\n[01:07.84] And I love it\n[01:10.41] (Chorus 2x: Sean Price)\n[01:11.35] \"All this love in my heart\" In my heart y'all! (I got heartburn)\n[01:18.68] \"And just enough to make 'em stop\" uh-huh\n[01:21.34] \"Only take us on the path\" - P\n[01:24.96] \"So it is on your mind\" - and again\n[01:37.55] (Sean Price)\n[01:39.39] I love fist fights with brass knuckles\n[01:42.02] I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po\n[01:44.76] I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom\n[01:48.47] Love living with you though it ain't much room\n[01:50.25] I love when you say my song is corny\n[01:54.76] At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny\n[01:56.50] I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes\n[02:01.07] I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?\n[02:04.63] I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X\n[02:07.30] Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest\n[02:10.97] I love wallabies, I love trees just as much\n[02:14.65] As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it\n[02:17.32] (Chorus 2x)\n[02:29.00] (Sean Price)\n[02:41.65] I love to punch street niggaz\n[02:45.21] Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz\n[02:48.07] Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me\n[02:51.61] To knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber\n[02:53.46] Show me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama\n[02:57.08] The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam\n[02:59.79] Damn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man\n[03:02.47] Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams\n[03:06.00] See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van\n[03:08.73] Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam\n[03:12.41] Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future\n[03:16.01] Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you\n[03:18.78] I love ya\n[03:58.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heartburn\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Sean Price)\n  start_ms: 2770\n  end_ms: 5490\n- text: I love selling nicks at night, go home, to my son\n  start_ms: 5490\n  end_ms: 28000\n- text: Roll a spliff and watch Nick at Nite\n  start_ms: 28000\n  end_ms: 30710\n- text: I love it when my bitch cook, come home\n  start_ms: 30710\n  end_ms: 33520\n- text: To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't cook\n  start_ms: 33520\n  end_ms: 36220\n- text: I love them bullets I sent you\n  start_ms: 36220\n  end_ms: 39800\n- text: You know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due\n  start_ms: 39800\n  end_ms: 43490\n- text: I love my moms and the drug habit\n  start_ms: 43490\n  end_ms: 46160\n- text: I love a double jointed bitch up in my craft splattered\n  start_ms: 46160\n  end_ms: 48860\n- text: I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass transit\n  start_ms: 48860\n  end_ms: 51540\n- text: I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it\n  start_ms: 51540\n  end_ms: 55110\n- text: I love it\n  start_ms: 55110\n  end_ms: 56070\n- text: I love it when you bob ya head to this\n  start_ms: 56070\n  end_ms: 59710\n- text: At the same time, giving the God head in the whip\n  start_ms: 59710\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing\n  start_ms: 61520\n  end_ms: 64240\n- text: Right under her nose, I'm right under your clothes\n  start_ms: 64240\n  end_ms: 67840\n- text: And I love it\n  start_ms: 67840\n  end_ms: 70410\n- text: '(Chorus 2x: Sean Price)'\n  start_ms: 70410\n  end_ms: 71350\n- text: '\"All this love in my heart\" In my heart y''all! 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(I got heartburn)\n  \"And just enough to make 'em stop\" uh-huh\n  \"Only take us on the path\" - P\n  \"So it is on your mind\" - and again\n\n  (Sean Price)\n  I love fist fights with brass knuckles\n  I love to get right with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po\n  I love mushrooms, I love to puff boom\n  Love living with you though it ain't much room\n  I love when you say my song is corny\n  At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god stay horny\n  I love to flow, dog, tell me about it, the hoes\n  I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you know?\n  I love Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X\n  Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's Crest\n  I love wallabies, I love trees just as much\n  As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it\n\n  (Chorus 2x)\n\n  (Sean Price)\n  I love to punch street niggaz\n  Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street niggaz\n  Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the father told me\n  To knock y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber\n  Show me ya dollar, nigga, I'll show you the llama\n  The bullet blow throw holes through your armor, blam blam\n  Damn fam, you fucking with a grown ass man\n  Couldn't, picture my life different on Kodak cams\n  See, I'm on your block in a tore backed van\n  Jumped out with a new gun, hold that fam\n  Bah, Sean Price, past, present and future\n  Better late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you\n  I love ya\n"},{"id":3928438,"name":"Bye Bye","trackName":"Bye Bye","artistName":"SEAN PRICE","albumName":"Monkey Barz","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(V1 - Buckshot)\nWe started out... tight, on some white smiles\nUltrabright, it was worth the fight\nRemember you used to talk, on the boardwalk\nSigning our names in chalk, gave kisses in parks\nNow it's missing the spark, can't light the flame\nAin't quite the same, that's life in the game\nAin't really liking the fame, but I deal with it, on the low\nYou the only reason I'm still with it, I gotta blow\nSee a long time ago, I made the promise\nTo buy you diamonds to hold you down ma but to be honest\nI know I coulda called you more\nEven though my niggaz hustlin' in Baltimore\nI call you call, you call I call\nBut, I ain't callin no more, call a U-Haul\n'Cause you off\n\n(V2 - Sean Price)\nClit lickin'... big dick stickin'\nShorty rob all the stock outfit from Dick and\nI'll rip the fifth and\nI ain't playin' witcha paw\nLeave ya shit split and take a quick trip to Wichita\nBitches saw Sean on the TV screen\nSaid the nigga look good but he still seem mean\nBitches thinkin I'm a basket case\nYou can ask Yvette, shoulda bought the bitch a bassinet\nI'm giving you dick, I'm living in debt\nYou giving me lip, riffin' by the living room set\nMight smack off half of ya face\nType wild, quite foul, rip ya eyebrows with masking tape\nI don't care no more\nIke Turner with the .44 that'll lay her f'sho\n\n(Bridge)\nKeep walking, keep moving\nYou can fall, back bitch is not all that\n\n(V3 - Sean Price & Buckshot)\n(Sean Price)\nWe went from run, catch & kiss to some blunt passing shit\nNow I hunt that, front back, dump that & split\nStarted out cool. Betsy had pool\nDunks in the water get ya, trunks off my daughter\nPardon me miss, I couldn't resist\nSlim waist, fat ass and them C-cup tits\nYou wanna see where'm from flip? shit\nYou wanna see rough dick?\n\n(Buckshot)\nFirst you said all you want is love & affection\nNow you wanna show thug a lil' respect when\nThe question that I have for you\nWhy you love the dude that have to do, lemme ask you\nSuppose I was in the back of that Rolls & my lap wasn't rose\nFor a chick named Rose & I really was supposed.\nSee, ain't no owning me\nYou off now, you can cross the street\n\n(Bridge x2)\nKeep walking, keep running\nThink you can shake us, another thing coming\nYou ain't really all that\nYou can fall back (fall back), now don't call back","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] (V1 - Buckshot)\n[00:10.15] We started out... tight, on some white smiles\n[00:24.28] Ultrabright, it was worth the fight\n[00:26.24] Remember you used to talk, on the boardwalk\n[00:29.22] Signing our names in chalk, gave kisses in parks\n[00:31.32] Now it's missing the spark, can't light the flame\n[00:34.38] Ain't quite the same, that's life in the game\n[00:37.37] Ain't really liking the fame, but I deal with it, on the low\n[00:40.35] You the only reason I'm still with it, I gotta blow\n[00:43.36] See a long time ago, I made the promise\n[00:45.45] To buy you diamonds to hold you down ma but to be honest\n[00:48.44] I know I coulda called you more\n[00:50.40] Even though my niggaz hustlin' in Baltimore\n[00:53.56] I call you call, you call I call\n[00:56.41] But, I ain't callin no more, call a U-Haul\n[00:58.47] 'Cause you off\n[01:00.43] (V2 - Sean Price)\n[01:01.48] Clit lickin'... big dick stickin'\n[01:06.61] Shorty rob all the stock outfit from Dick and\n[01:09.94] I'll rip the fifth and\n[01:12.02] I ain't playin' witcha paw\n[01:12.91] Leave ya shit split and take a quick trip to Wichita\n[01:16.06] Bitches saw Sean on the TV screen\n[01:18.26] Said the nigga look good but he still seem mean\n[01:20.26] Bitches thinkin I'm a basket case\n[01:22.31] You can ask Yvette, shoulda bought the bitch a bassinet\n[01:26.27] I'm giving you dick, I'm living in debt\n[01:29.32] You giving me lip, riffin' by the living room set\n[01:31.39] Might smack off half of ya face\n[01:33.33] Type wild, quite foul, rip ya eyebrows with masking tape\n[01:37.32] I don't care no more\n[01:39.47] Ike Turner with the .44 that'll lay her f'sho\n[01:42.59] (Bridge)\n[01:43.60] Keep walking, keep moving\n[01:45.71] You can fall, back bitch is not all that\n[01:46.82] (V3 - Sean Price & Buckshot)\n[01:47.82] (Sean Price)\n[01:48.80] We went from run, catch & kiss to some blunt passing shit\n[01:50.89] Now I hunt that, front back, dump that & split\n[01:52.96] Started out cool. Betsy had pool\n[01:56.16] Dunks in the water get ya, trunks off my daughter\n[01:59.14] Pardon me miss, I couldn't resist\n[02:01.21] Slim waist, fat ass and them C-cup tits\n[02:04.37] You wanna see where'm from flip? shit\n[02:07.31] You wanna see rough dick?\n[02:09.32] (Buckshot)\n[02:10.34] First you said all you want is love & affection\n[02:12.44] Now you wanna show thug a lil' respect when\n[02:15.42] The question that I have for you\n[02:17.75] Why you love the dude that have to do, lemme ask you\n[02:20.78] Suppose I was in the back of that Rolls & my lap wasn't rose\n[02:24.83] For a chick named Rose & I really was supposed.\n[02:26.96] See, ain't no owning me\n[02:29.05] You off now, you can cross the street\n[02:31.09] (Bridge x2)\n[02:33.02] Keep walking, keep running\n[02:34.06] Think you can shake us, another thing coming\n[02:37.17] You ain't really all that\n[02:40.35] You can fall back (fall back), now don't call back\n[02:46.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bye Bye\n  artist: SEAN PRICE\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (V1 - Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 1070\n  end_ms: 10150\n- text: We started out... tight, on some white smiles\n  start_ms: 10150\n  end_ms: 24280\n- text: Ultrabright, it was worth the fight\n  start_ms: 24280\n  end_ms: 26240\n- text: Remember you used to talk, on the boardwalk\n  start_ms: 26240\n  end_ms: 29220\n- text: Signing our names in chalk, gave kisses in parks\n  start_ms: 29220\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Now it's missing the spark, can't light the flame\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34380\n- text: Ain't quite the same, that's life in the game\n  start_ms: 34380\n  end_ms: 37370\n- text: Ain't really liking the fame, but I deal with it, on the low\n  start_ms: 37370\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: You the only reason I'm still with it, I gotta blow\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: See a long time ago, I made the promise\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 45450\n- text: To buy you diamonds to hold you down ma but to be honest\n  start_ms: 45450\n  end_ms: 48440\n- text: I know I coulda called you more\n  start_ms: 48440\n  end_ms: 50400\n- text: Even though my niggaz hustlin' in Baltimore\n  start_ms: 50400\n  end_ms: 53560\n- text: I call you call, you call I call\n  start_ms: 53560\n  end_ms: 56410\n- text: But, I ain't callin no more, call a U-Haul\n  start_ms: 56410\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: '''Cause you off'\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 60430\n- text: (V2 - Sean Price)\n  start_ms: 60430\n  end_ms: 61480\n- text: Clit lickin'... big dick stickin'\n  start_ms: 61480\n  end_ms: 66610\n- text: Shorty rob all the stock outfit from Dick and\n  start_ms: 66610\n  end_ms: 69940\n- text: I'll rip the fifth and\n  start_ms: 69940\n  end_ms: 72020\n- text: I ain't playin' witcha paw\n  start_ms: 72020\n  end_ms: 72910\n- text: Leave ya shit split and take a quick trip to Wichita\n  start_ms: 72910\n  end_ms: 76060\n- text: Bitches saw Sean on the TV screen\n  start_ms: 76060\n  end_ms: 78260\n- text: Said the nigga look good but he still seem mean\n  start_ms: 78260\n  end_ms: 80260\n- text: Bitches thinkin I'm a basket case\n  start_ms: 80260\n  end_ms: 82310\n- text: You can ask Yvette, shoulda bought the bitch a bassinet\n  start_ms: 82310\n  end_ms: 86270\n- text: I'm giving you dick, I'm living in debt\n  start_ms: 86270\n  end_ms: 89320\n- text: You giving me lip, riffin' by the living room set\n  start_ms: 89320\n  end_ms: 91390\n- text: Might smack off half of ya face\n  start_ms: 91390\n  end_ms: 93330\n- text: Type wild, quite foul, rip ya eyebrows with masking tape\n  start_ms: 93330\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: I don't care no more\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 99470\n- text: Ike Turner with the .44 that'll lay her f'sho\n  start_ms: 99470\n  end_ms: 102590\n- text: (Bridge)\n  start_ms: 102590\n  end_ms: 103600\n- text: Keep walking, keep moving\n  start_ms: 103600\n  end_ms: 105710\n- text: You can fall, back bitch is not all that\n  start_ms: 105710\n  end_ms: 106820\n- text: (V3 - Sean Price & Buckshot)\n  start_ms: 106820\n  end_ms: 107820\n- text: (Sean Price)\n  start_ms: 107820\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: We went from run, catch & kiss to some blunt passing shit\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 110890\n- text: Now I hunt that, front back, dump that & split\n  start_ms: 110890\n  end_ms: 112960\n- text: Started out cool. 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ready to fuck\nDo the knowledge, I'm ill\nEspecially when the god swallowing pills\nSpaz out on your bitch while\nShe gobble my dill\nAll my niggas went through drama, for real\nRuck dred, Agallah, body armor steel\nSquar from the ville\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggas chill before ya\nMomma get killed, yo\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggas chill before ya\nMomma get killed, yo\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nEveryone welcome to the gangsta\nWorld of Agallah\nWhere it's me and my niggas, my bitches\nMy guns and my cars my dogs don't care\nThey'll kill these rap stars\nI like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\nI'mma gangsta dog, go with the shotty\nOr I'm shankin' y'all\nWind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\nCome back to the block\nThen I break y'all balls\nGet murked right on the spot\nSo we don't have to brawl\nListen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\nNone of these niggas could\nNever see the catalog\nI don't give a fuck if\nIt's digital or analog\nI flip, to any style, pa, press record\nGive me a million\nThat's how you blessed the lord\nBullshit me? I won't even step to y'all\nConsider the shit\nThis is what I left with y'all\nLook at all the hot shit\nThat I kept from y'all\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nIt's music in the air\nA lots of loving everywhere\nEverybody, gettin' right, everybody\nGettin' right it's smoke all in the air\nEverybody wanna share\nNiggas is gettin' high\nNiggas is gettin' high\nI love spittin raps and flows\nI love gettin' stacks of dough\nLike I love hittin' rats and hoes\nI've been to club, where the stash is yo\nWhy you bumpin' me, god, actin'\nUp in front of company, god\nGot some shit up in the trunk of my car\nWe can fight right now\nYou get lumped in the bar\nBottom line duke fuck who you are\nSpit two gem stars out my mouth\nGive you a couple of scars\nThe flame from Ruck and Agallah\nAnd Lenny and Spittley\nWe come through like this from Brooklyn\nMy niggas hopin' shitly\nWhile niggas like Blick Street that\nBe reppin' with me\nMy nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly\nIt's Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly\nWe don't waste no time\nWe take care of this quickly\nFor real my nitly\nIt's about to get off the hitly\nFor shitly, you know where I'm at, my nigga\nHit me may God be with me\nThrough the streets I move switfly\nYou want war, with a nigga, pa\nThen come and get me\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggas, keep rising to the top\nIt's music in the air\nA lots of loving everywhere\nEverybody, gettin' right, everybody\nGettin' right it's smoke all in the air\nEverybody wanna share\nEverybody is gettin' high\nEverybody is gettin' high\nIt's music in the air\nA lots of loving everywhere\nEverybody, gettin' right, everybody\nGettin' right it's smoke all in the air\nEverybody wanna share\nNiggas is gettin' high\nNiggas is gettin' high","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rising to the Top (Grand Theft Auto Theme Song)\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it\n  Winchester Remington's\n  Any shotty I'll hit it\n  Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper\n  Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker\n  Yo, various styles and, various hot shit\n  Killed a nigga on a\n  Train with Barry Slotnick, dude\n  Bottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck\n  Where your girl, duke, I'm ready to fuck\n  Do the knowledge, I'm ill\n  Especially when the god swallowing pills\n  Spaz out on your bitch while\n  She gobble my dill\n  All my niggas went through drama, for real\n  Ruck dred, Agallah, body armor steel\n  Squar from the ville\n  Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n  Ya'll niggas chill before ya\n  Momma get killed, yo\n  Untouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\n  Ya'll niggas chill before ya\n  Momma get killed, yo\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  Everyone welcome to the gangsta\n  World of Agallah\n  Where it's me and my niggas, my bitches\n  My guns and my cars my dogs don't care\n  They'll kill these rap stars\n  I like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\n  I'mma gangsta dog, go with the shotty\n  Or I'm shankin' y'all\n  Wind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\n  Come back to the block\n  Then I break y'all balls\n  Get murked right on the spot\n  So we don't have to brawl\n  Listen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\n  None of these niggas could\n  Never see the catalog\n  I don't give a fuck if\n  It's digital or analog\n  I flip, to any style, pa, press record\n  Give me a million\n  That's how you blessed the lord\n  Bullshit me? I won't even step to y'all\n  Consider the shit\n  This is what I left with y'all\n  Look at all the hot shit\n  That I kept from y'all\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  It's music in the air\n  A lots of loving everywhere\n  Everybody, gettin' right, everybody\n  Gettin' right it's smoke all in the air\n  Everybody wanna share\n  Niggas is gettin' high\n  Niggas is gettin' high\n  I love spittin raps and flows\n  I love gettin' stacks of dough\n  Like I love hittin' rats and hoes\n  I've been to club, where the stash is yo\n  Why you bumpin' me, god, actin'\n  Up in front of company, god\n  Got some shit up in the trunk of my car\n  We can fight right now\n  You get lumped in the bar\n  Bottom line duke fuck who you are\n  Spit two gem stars out my mouth\n  Give you a couple of scars\n  The flame from Ruck and Agallah\n  And Lenny and Spittley\n  We come through like this from Brooklyn\n  My niggas hopin' shitly\n  While niggas like Blick Street that\n  Be reppin' with me\n  My nigga Ike Eyes, yo I call him Ike Hitly\n  It's Agal-litly, featuring Sean Printly\n  We don't waste no time\n  We take care of this quickly\n  For real my nitly\n  It's about to get off the hitly\n  For shitly, you know where I'm at, my nigga\n  Hit me may God be with me\n  Through the streets I move switfly\n  You want war, with a nigga, pa\n  Then come and get me\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  And we gon' give this all that we got\n  Blow the spot, keep rising to the top\n  All my niggas, keep rising to the top\n  It's music in the air\n  A lots of loving everywhere\n  Everybody, gettin' right, everybody\n  Gettin' right it's smoke all in the air\n  Everybody wanna share\n  Everybody is gettin' high\n  Everybody is gettin' high\n  It's music in the air\n  A lots of loving everywhere\n  Everybody, gettin' right, everybody\n  Gettin' right it's smoke all in the air\n  Everybody wanna share\n  Niggas is gettin' high\n  Niggas is gettin' high\n"},{"id":3928441,"name":"I Love You (Bitch)","trackName":"I Love You (Bitch)","artistName":"Sean Price","albumName":"Monkey Barz","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Sean Price]\nAyo words can't express the way that I feel *whistles*\nYo, ya ass is fat, ya brain is small\nYou slap the kids and ya chain is pawned\nYou look like shit, you destroying yourself\nHeineken for breakfast-ass bitch\nYou don't even make my dick hard no more\nGotta think about my ex to get erect\nGotta take X when I'm erect\nStretchmarks, titties lookin like prunes\nFuck you with the lights off from behind in the room\nMy sister told me to leave ya ass alone, but fuck it.\n\n[Sean Price]\nY'all know how I met her, we broke up & got back together\nThen broke up and got back together, pshh.\nI love you I hate you I hate you I love you\nWhatever it is, do it on the strength of your kids\nWhen I was fucked up in the game, you held me down\nI'm still fucked up in the game and you holdin me down\nListen ma, we gon' make it\nPush come to shove, wrap the snub, we gon' take it\n(Nah mean? I love you ma) Yo, yo.\nOur love is like husband & wife or a brother & sister\nUnconditional love, even if I ain't with ya\n'Member when I fucked up, you kicked me out of the house?\nWait a minute that was yesterday!\nCame through the next day, started foreplaying\nYou asleep but why the fuck you move ya breast this way\nWe ain't meant for each other\nI ain't shit you ain't shit, bitch we meant for each other\nFight all day, fuck all night\nRuck ain't shit, but Ruck all right\nLove my kids but got no dough\nAnd I... love you bitch, I'm lettin you know","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.09] [Sean Price]\n[00:29.44] Ayo words can't express the way that I feel *whistles*\n[00:32.49] Yo, ya ass is fat, ya brain is small\n[00:37.58] You slap the kids and ya chain is pawned\n[00:40.58] You look like shit, you destroying yourself\n[00:43.68] Heineken for breakfast-ass bitch\n[00:46.60] You don't even make my dick hard no more\n[00:49.73] Gotta think about my ex to get erect\n[00:52.77] Gotta take X when I'm erect\n[00:54.86] Stretchmarks, titties lookin like prunes\n[00:57.86] Fuck you with the lights off from behind in the room\n[00:59.91] My sister told me to leave ya ass alone, but fuck it.\n[01:04.04] [Sean Price]\n[01:20.03] Y'all know how I met her, we broke up & got back together\n[01:29.27] Then broke up and got back together, pshh.\n[01:32.31] I love you I hate you I hate you I love you\n[01:34.35] Whatever it is, do it on the strength of your kids\n[01:37.48] When I was fucked up in the game, you held me down\n[01:40.43] I'm still fucked up in the game and you holdin me down\n[01:43.59] Listen ma, we gon' make it\n[01:45.55] Push come to shove, wrap the snub, we gon' take it\n[01:48.66] (Nah mean? 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I love you ma) Yo, yo.\n  Our love is like husband & wife or a brother & sister\n  Unconditional love, even if I ain't with ya\n  'Member when I fucked up, you kicked me out of the house?\n  Wait a minute that was yesterday!\n  Came through the next day, started foreplaying\n  You asleep but why the fuck you move ya breast this way\n  We ain't meant for each other\n  I ain't shit you ain't shit, bitch we meant for each other\n  Fight all day, fuck all night\n  Ruck ain't shit, but Ruck all right\n  Love my kids but got no dough\n  And I... love you bitch, I'm lettin you know\n"},{"id":3928446,"name":"One Two Yall","trackName":"One Two Yall","artistName":"Sean Price","albumName":"Monkey Barz","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Sean Price)\nYa'll motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap\nI do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack\nDo it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat\nDo it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack\nStop, y'all niggaz brand new to the game\nMy gun blow lead, two in ya brain\nWhen it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up\nHolla at Rock, he probably with Ruck\nThat was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss\nSlap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss\nI'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss\nPlus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off\nNone of y'all nice, all of y'all wack\nAnd it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back\nYa'll niggaz got hand skills, but can y'all brawl with a gat\nRosa Park niggaz callin' it back, Sean P\n\n(Chorus: Sean Price)\nOne two y'all, and you don't stop\nTo the beat y'all, when the drums drop\nIt's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop\nRustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock\nOne two y'all, and you don't quit\nSean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate\nOne two y'all, and you don't stop\nCuz you won't stop, and I don't stop\n\n(Sean Price)\nOn the fourth of July, Jamaican niggaz rock corduroy shorts\nSip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts\nDrunk and high, skunk and tie\nPop's did Tango & Cash, just once every dime\nWhile followers path, try'nna straighten demolish staff\nBag out the fifth, and hollow ya ass\nBack when Buckshot was making \"Who Got Da Props\"\nI was on the strip, who got the rocks, P\nTrained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest\nFlamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh\nYou can bullshit with rap if you want\nFuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump\nFuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette\nPlay lean, acting ignorant\nLickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' shit\nStill maintain, entertain, still getting it\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Sean Price)\nI got a glock with a clock on the top\nSo when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin' time it is\nYa girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box\nYou like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid'\nCurious George niggaz need to mind they biz\nFor I fuck around and find your crib\nOpen the door, hoping for far, scoping the four\nGet on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore\nShe got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass\nI pulled it out the crack of her ass\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Two Yall\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Sean Price)\n  Ya'll motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap\n  I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack\n  Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat\n  Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack\n  Stop, y'all niggaz brand new to the game\n  My gun blow lead, two in ya brain\n  When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up\n  Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck\n  That was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss\n  Slap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss\n  I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss\n  Plus a gold snatcher, four 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vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest\n  Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh\n  You can bullshit with rap if you want\n  Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump\n  Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette\n  Play lean, acting ignorant\n  Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' shit\n  Still maintain, entertain, still getting it\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Sean Price)\n  I got a glock with a clock on the top\n  So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin' time it is\n  Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box\n  You like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid'\n  Curious George niggaz need to mind they biz\n  For I fuck around and find your crib\n  Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four\n  Get on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore\n  She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass\n  I pulled it out the crack of her ass\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":2713686,"name":"Boom Bye Yeah","trackName":"Boom Bye 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Sean P!\nBlast these niggaz son!\n\n[Sean Price]\nYou can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs\nStraight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom's on dope\nPick up they bad habit, now the God do both\nPoppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine\nUp in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine\nBling bling, bling bling, it's a Sean Price thing\nToo many clowns want the crown, but it only one king\nI'm, the King ask Rock, there is none higher\nBitch ass niggaz, better call me sire\nBurn my kingdom, must use fire\nBig bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Rider\nYo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all\nBust matics, chrome static I ain't fuckin' with y'all\nDon't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray\nQuick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah\nDru Ha, what up, yeah yeah\nBuckshot, what up, yeah yeah\nBig Rock, what up, yo yo\nTek and Steel what up, yo yo\n\"First name Sean, last name Price\"\n\n[Sean Price]\nI step in the ring, weighin an even two hundred\nLost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills\nSo I took a trip to Jacklin Lane\nGot my weight back like that when I snatched the chain\nKeep it hardcore, far more than the average\nAnd job core, I smoke more than ya bastards\nY'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with Ruck\nWhylin' out like it's dust in my dutch, motherfucker\nStupid bitches think the god got plenty dough\nJust because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones\nHave to step back and laugh at these hoes\nI'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya\nIke Turner when rockin' the wife beater\nYou step on my toes, hoes and you wiping my sneakers\nRustee Juxx, what up, yo yo\nIlla Noyz, what up, yo yo\nElroy, what up, yo yo\nSephlo, what up, yo yo\n\"First name Sean, last name Price\"\n\n[Sean Price]\nYou can say what you want, just spell my\nFirst name Sean, last name Price\nNiggaz I'm David Ruffin in the flesh\nFucked up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best, yo\nNiggaz be rhymin' bout nothing\nI rhyme about nothing, and sound like something\nI used to sell crack and listen to Redman\nNow I smoke black, while I'm gettin' some head, damn\nSean Price, always broker than most\nThat's why the gunsmoke chokin' ya folks, stick 'em up\nPut ya hands where my eyes can see\nYo, this ain't Busta Rhymes, bung, bust a nine\nBung, roughest and toughest, so don't fuck with mine\nI will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Boom Bye Yeah\n  artist: Sean Price\n  album: Monkey Barz\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro]\n  Shut the fuck up and record the shit man,\n  Before I come out there and beat the shit out you B\n  Boom Bye Yeah nigga\n\n  [5 Ft.]\n  Yeah, come on, yeah come on\n  Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah\n  Sean P! Sean P!\n  Blast these niggaz son!\n\n  [Sean Price]\n  You can catch me in ya tenement, doing too much drugs\n  Straight Jimi Hendrexin', pop the drinker, my mom's on dope\n  Pick up they bad habit, now the God do both\n  Poppin' some pills, sniffin' a line, drinkin' some wine\n  Up in the club, grabbin' my gun, fucking my shine\n  Bling bling, bling bling, it's a Sean Price thing\n  Too many clowns want the crown, but it only one king\n  I'm, the King ask Rock, there is none higher\n  Bitch ass niggaz, better call me sire\n  Burn my kingdom, must use fire\n  Big bag of weed, a dutch and some Eazy Rider\n  Yo, Ruck at it, drug habit and all\n  Bust matics, chrome static I ain't fuckin' with y'all\n  Don't get my hands dirty, I got goons that spray\n  Quick to kill a motherfucker, like boom bye yeah\n  Dru Ha, what up, yeah yeah\n  Buckshot, what up, yeah yeah\n  Big Rock, what up, yo yo\n  Tek and Steel what up, yo yo\n  \"First name Sean, last name Price\"\n\n  [Sean Price]\n  I step in the ring, weighin an even two hundred\n  Lost twenty pounds in e-ville, fuckin around with E pills\n  So I took a trip to Jacklin Lane\n  Got my weight back like that when I snatched the chain\n  Keep it hardcore, far more than the average\n  And job core, I smoke more than ya bastards\n  Y'all niggaz ain't fuckin' with Ruck\n  Whylin' out like it's dust in my dutch, motherfucker\n  Stupid bitches think the god got plenty dough\n  Just because they sober, motherfucker I pull any jones\n  Have to step back and laugh at these hoes\n  I'm Sean Price, the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya\n  Ike Turner when rockin' the wife beater\n  You step on my toes, hoes and you wiping my sneakers\n  Rustee Juxx, what up, yo yo\n  Illa Noyz, what up, yo yo\n  Elroy, what up, yo yo\n  Sephlo, what up, yo yo\n  \"First name Sean, last name Price\"\n\n  [Sean Price]\n  You can say what you want, just spell my\n  First name Sean, last name Price\n  Niggaz I'm David Ruffin in the flesh\n  Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I'm the best, yo\n  Niggaz be rhymin' bout nothing\n  I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something\n  I used to sell crack and listen to Redman\n  Now I smoke black, while I'm gettin' some head, damn\n  Sean Price, always broker than most\n  That's why the gunsmoke chokin' ya folks, stick 'em up\n  Put ya hands where my eyes can see\n  Yo, this ain't Busta Rhymes, bung, bust a nine\n  Bung, roughest and toughest, so don't fuck with mine\n  I will, snuff 'em and cut 'em, before he fuck with mine, yo\n"},{"id":6273313,"name":"Fake Neptune (feat. 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I love you ma\n  Ayo, yo, our love is like a, husband and wife or a brother and sister\n  Unconditional love, even if I ain't wit' ya'\n  'Member I fucked up, you kicked me out of the house?\n  Wait a minute that was yesterday\n  Came through the next day, started foreplaying\n  You asleep but why the fuck you move ya' breast this way?\n  We ain't meant for each other\n  I ain't shit you ain't shit, bitch we meant for each other\n  Fight all day, fuck all night\n  Ruck ain't shit, but Ruck all right\n  Love my kids but got no dough\n  And I, love you bitch, I'm lettin' you know\n\n  I love you bitch (I will shake the shit outta you bitch)\n  Now this for all my niggas who love they bitches man\n  As we continue on, I go by the name of Scagnetti (I love my bitch b)\n  Representing Duck Down and the Boot Camp Clik\n  Nigga been living off like Johnny Rambo\n  She been holding me down\n  We up in the building right now\n"},{"id":6273315,"name":"Shake Down (feat. 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Betsy had pool\nDunks in the water get ya, trunks off my daughter\nPardon me miss, I couldn't resist\nSlim waist, fat ass and them C-cup tits\nYou wanna see where'm from flip? shit\nYou wanna see rough dick?\n\n(Buckshot)\nFirst you said all you want is love & affection\nNow you wanna show thug a lil' respect when\nThe question that I have for you\nWhy you love the dude that have to do, lemme ask you\nSuppose I was in the back of that Rolls & my lap wasn't rose\nFor a chick named Rose & I really was supposed.\nSee, ain't no owning me\nYou off now, you can cross the street\n\n(Bridge x2)\nKeep walking, keep running\nThink you can shake us, another thing coming\nYou ain't really all that\nYou can fall back (fall back), now don't call back","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.07] (V1 - Buckshot)\n[00:10.15] We started out... tight, on some white smiles\n[00:24.28] Ultrabright, it was worth the fight\n[00:26.24] Remember you used to talk, on the boardwalk\n[00:29.22] Signing our names in chalk, gave kisses in parks\n[00:31.32] Now it's missing the spark, can't light the flame\n[00:34.38] Ain't quite the same, that's life in the game\n[00:37.37] Ain't really liking the fame, but I deal with it, on the low\n[00:40.35] You the only reason I'm still with it, I gotta blow\n[00:43.36] See a long time ago, I made the promise\n[00:45.45] To buy you diamonds to hold you down ma but to be honest\n[00:48.44] I know I coulda called you more\n[00:50.40] Even though my niggaz hustlin' in Baltimore\n[00:53.56] I call you call, you call I call\n[00:56.41] But, I ain't callin no more, call a U-Haul\n[00:58.47] 'Cause you off\n[01:00.43] (V2 - Sean Price)\n[01:01.48] Clit lickin'... big dick stickin'\n[01:06.61] Shorty rob all the stock outfit from Dick and\n[01:09.94] I'll rip the fifth and\n[01:12.02] I ain't playin' witcha paw\n[01:12.91] Leave ya shit split and take a quick trip to Wichita\n[01:16.06] Bitches saw Sean on the TV screen\n[01:18.26] Said the nigga look good but he still seem mean\n[01:20.26] Bitches thinkin I'm a basket case\n[01:22.31] You can ask Yvette, shoulda bought the bitch a bassinet\n[01:26.27] I'm giving you dick, I'm living in debt\n[01:29.32] You giving me lip, riffin' by the living room set\n[01:31.39] Might smack off half of ya face\n[01:33.33] Type wild, quite foul, rip ya eyebrows with masking tape\n[01:37.32] I don't care no more\n[01:39.47] Ike Turner with the .44 that'll lay her f'sho\n[01:42.59] (Bridge)\n[01:43.60] Keep walking, keep moving\n[01:45.71] You can fall, back bitch is not all that\n[01:46.82] (V3 - Sean Price & Buckshot)\n[01:47.82] (Sean Price)\n[01:48.80] We went from run, catch & kiss to some blunt passing shit\n[01:50.89] Now I hunt that, front back, dump that & split\n[01:52.96] Started out cool. 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Agallah\nYeah, we all cool, pa, anybody can get it\nWinchester Remington's, any shot'll y'all hit it\nYo, dress sloppy, but my rap is deffer\nWatch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker\nYo, various styles and, various hot shit\nKilled a nigga on a train with Barry Slovik, dude\nBottom line, you ain't ready for Ruck\nWhere your girl, duke, I'm ready to fuck\nDo the knowledge, I'm ill\nEspecially when the god swallowing pills\nSpaz out on your bitch while she double my deal\nAll my niggaz went through drama, for real\nRuck dred, Agallah, body armor steel, squar from the ville\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\nUntouchable, Sean Conner's got kill\nYa'll niggaz chill before ya moma get killed, yo\n\nAnd we gon' give this all that we got\nBlow the spot, keep rising to the top\nAll my niggaz, keep rising to the top\n\nEveryone welcome to the gangsta world of Agallah\nWhere it's me and my niggaz, my bitches, my guns and my cars\nMy dogs don't kill, they kill these rap stars\nI like ridin' around with a gangsta broad\nI'ma gangsta dog, go with the shotty, or I'm shankin' y'all\nWind up in prison, no thanks to y'all\nCome back to the block, then I break y'all balls\nGet murked right on the spot, so we don't have to brawl\nListen up, pa, don't fuck with Agallah\nNone of these niggaz could never see the catalog\nI don't give a fuck if it's digital or analog\nI flip, to any style, pa, press record\nGive me a million, that's how you blessed the lord\n\nBullshit me? 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