[{"id":9402294,"name":"Buckwylyn","trackName":"Buckwylyn","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"Shyheim A.K.A. The Rugged Child","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sample]\nThey're just out there doin it\nThey're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\nHappenin\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n[Shyheim]\nWe was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\nAnd these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\nThey pulled out a tool said get against the wall\nFuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\nMy man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\nNah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\nHis body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\nHow that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\nThe red glare with these tears made me shed\nNow I'm fed\nMy right hand man could be dead\nHell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\nOr have me and my crew lounge in peace\nSo we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\nHis life is now come to pass\nThe fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\nMy man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\nIn his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\nWipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\nYo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\nAnd get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\nChorus:\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n[Shyheim]\nI know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\nIn the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\nHe slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\nThen he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\nHe always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\nNow he use White Owl minks with his illy\nProps, had lots and girls around his finger\nThe neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\nThe cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\nHe had a plan that was def so he stepped\nHe stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\nNow Bill wants to kill Dane dead\nFor his name and his fame so he did\nHe lit up the kid with lead in his head\nNow Dane's dead\n\nChorus\n\n[Shyheim]\nThere's a party goin on down the block\nPack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\nBring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\nMy crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\nI got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\nBut it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\nHonies with the big butts whine to get stuck\nAnd they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\nBoom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\nAnd some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\nPulls out a gat or burner he's the man\nExcept he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\nShorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\nDoin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\nCrashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\nAnd it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\nThe party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\nIt's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckwylyn\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: Shyheim A.K.A. The Rugged Child\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [sample]\n  They're just out there doin it\n  They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\n  Happenin\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\n  And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\n  They pulled out a tool said get against the wall\n  Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\n  My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\n  Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\n  His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\n  How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\n  The red glare with these tears made me shed\n  Now I'm fed\n  My right hand man could be dead\n  Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\n  Or have me and my crew lounge in peace\n  So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\n  His life is now come to pass\n  The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\n  My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\n  In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\n  Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\n  Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\n  And get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\n  Chorus:\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\n  In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\n  He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\n  Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\n  He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\n  Now he use White Owl minks with his illy\n  Props, had lots and girls around his finger\n  The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\n  The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\n  He had a plan that was def so he stepped\n  He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\n  Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead\n  For his name and his fame so he did\n  He lit up the kid with lead in his head\n  Now Dane's dead\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  There's a party goin on down the block\n  Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\n  Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\n  My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\n  I got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\n  But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\n  Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck\n  And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\n  Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\n  And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\n  Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man\n  Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\n  Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\n  Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\n  Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\n  And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\n  The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\n  It's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":14226126,"name":"Buckwylyn","trackName":"Buckwylyn","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"A.K.A. The Rugged Child","duration":237.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sample]\nThey're just out there doin it\nThey're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\nHappenin\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n[Shyheim]\nWe was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\nAnd these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\nThey pulled out a tool said get against the wall\nFuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\nMy man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\nNah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\nHis body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\nHow that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\nThe red glare with these tears made me shed\nNow I'm fed\nMy right hand man could be dead\nHell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\nOr have me and my crew lounge in peace\nSo we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\nHis life is now come to pass\nThe fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\nMy man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\nIn his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\nWipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\nYo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\nAnd get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\nChorus:\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n[Shyheim]\nI know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\nIn the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\nHe slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\nThen he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\nHe always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\nNow he use White Owl minks with his illy\nProps, had lots and girls around his finger\nThe neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\nThe cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\nHe had a plan that was def so he stepped\nHe stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\nNow Bill wants to kill Dane dead\nFor his name and his fame so he did\nHe lit up the kid with lead in his head\nNow Dane's dead\n\nChorus\n\n[Shyheim]\nThere's a party goin on down the block\nPack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\nBring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\nMy crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\nI got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\nBut it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\nHonies with the big butts whine to get stuck\nAnd they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\nBoom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\nAnd some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\nPulls out a gat or burner he's the man\nExcept he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\nShorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\nDoin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\nCrashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\nAnd it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\nThe party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\nIt's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckwylyn\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: A.K.A. The Rugged Child\n  duration_ms: 237560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [sample]\n  They're just out there doin it\n  They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\n  Happenin\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\n  And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\n  They pulled out a tool said get against the wall\n  Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\n  My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\n  Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\n  His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\n  How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\n  The red glare with these tears made me shed\n  Now I'm fed\n  My right hand man could be dead\n  Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\n  Or have me and my crew lounge in peace\n  So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\n  His life is now come to pass\n  The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\n  My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\n  In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\n  Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\n  Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\n  And get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\n  Chorus:\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\n  In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\n  He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\n  Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\n  He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\n  Now he use White Owl minks with his illy\n  Props, had lots and girls around his finger\n  The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\n  The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\n  He had a plan that was def so he stepped\n  He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\n  Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead\n  For his name and his fame so he did\n  He lit up the kid with lead in his head\n  Now Dane's dead\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  There's a party goin on down the block\n  Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\n  Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\n  My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\n  I got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\n  But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\n  Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck\n  And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\n  Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\n  And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\n  Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man\n  Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\n  Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\n  Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\n  Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\n  And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\n  The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\n  It's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":12001083,"name":"Buckwylyn","trackName":"Buckwylyn","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"AKA The Rugged Child","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[sample]\nThey're just out there doin it\nThey're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\nHappenin\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n[Shyheim]\nWe was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\nAnd these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\nThey pulled out a tool said get against the wall\nFuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\nMy man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\nNah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\nHis body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\nHow that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\nThe red glare with these tears made me shed\nNow I'm fed\nMy right hand man could be dead\nHell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\nOr have me and my crew lounge in peace\nSo we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\nHis life is now come to pass\nThe fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\nMy man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\nIn his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\nWipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\nYo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\nAnd get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\nChorus:\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\nI'm buckwild and I want wreck\n(And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n[Shyheim]\nI know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\nIn the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\nHe slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\nThen he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\nHe always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\nNow he use White Owl minks with his illy\nProps, had lots and girls around his finger\nThe neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\nThe cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\nHe had a plan that was def so he stepped\nHe stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\nNow Bill wants to kill Dane dead\nFor his name and his fame so he did\nHe lit up the kid with lead in his head\nNow Dane's dead\n\nChorus\n\n[Shyheim]\nThere's a party goin on down the block\nPack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\nBring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\nMy crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\nI got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\nBut it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\nHonies with the big butts whine to get stuck\nAnd they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\nBoom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\nAnd some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\nPulls out a gat or burner he's the man\nExcept he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\nShorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\nDoin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\nCrashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\nAnd it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\nThe party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\nIt's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buckwylyn\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: AKA The Rugged Child\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [sample]\n  They're just out there doin it\n  They're just out there doin it and they don't really give a damn what's\n  Happenin\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet- Guru 2X)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  We was chillin on the ave buggin out lookin dap\n  And these 4 cold boys rolled up in a cab\n  They pulled out a tool said get against the wall\n  Fuck that, rather brawl then go out at all\n  My man pushed back, body pulled the trigger\n  Nah G, not Amsin, that's my main nigga\n  His body hit the floor, blood covered the ground\n  How that sound? I didn't even give my last pound\n  The red glare with these tears made me shed\n  Now I'm fed\n  My right hand man could be dead\n  Hell no, I couldn't let him flee that ain't me\n  Or have me and my crew lounge in peace\n  So we dash, put the gladiatior on that ass in the grass\n  His life is now come to pass\n  The fear made him shrimp, aw shit the gun slipped\n  My man picked up the burner and emptied the clip\n  In his back, no slack jack it's time to retreat back\n  Wipe the gat and pack it in the napsack\n  Yo be out, cause 5.0 is soon to come\n  And get arrested and bagged for murder one\n\n  Chorus:\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n  I'm buckwild and I want wreck\n  (And lil shorty with the .38 could pop you and jet)\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  I know a kid named Dane, he had mad fame\n  In the drug game, throwin his life down the drain\n  He slang mad rocks on the block til it got hot\n  Then he hit the jackpot, now he owns a crackspot\n  He always got blunted, smoked up the Philly\n  Now he use White Owl minks with his illy\n  Props, had lots and girls around his finger\n  The neighborhood banger and the hot rock slinger\n  The cops is on his back, left, right, right and left\n  He had a plan that was def so he stepped\n  He stuck up Bill, the one from up the hill that was chill\n  Now Bill wants to kill Dane dead\n  For his name and his fame so he did\n  He lit up the kid with lead in his head\n  Now Dane's dead\n\n  Chorus\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  There's a party goin on down the block\n  Pack up, load the gats now my whole crew's strapped, what!\n  Bring the drama, Shaolin against all ya\n  My crew's in here deep ready to bomb ya\n  I got the I'll rhymes, nigga's lookin for a show\n  But it's gettin kinda hectic on the mad down low\n  Honies with the big butts whine to get stuck\n  And they kill a bitch and it's time to get bucked\n  Boom baow, niggas wanna drop cause it's real hot\n  And some knucklehead wants to blow up the spot\n  Pulls out a gat or burner he's the man\n  Except he ain't down with the Clan check the plan\n  Shorty's backed up cause we're true to the crew\n  Doin what we gotta do with a 40 ounce of Wu\n  Crashed to the head, 2 seconds from bein dead\n  And it stopped, when these 2 kids busted shots\n  The party's in a smash and the Wu got it locked up\n  It's it, the man on the mic is a props\n\n  Chorus\n"}]