[{"id":13437207,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"Manchild","duration":231.92,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Big L)\n\n[Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n[Reporter]\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\na Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n[car spinning out of control and crashing]\n[beat drops]\n[multiple gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n[Big L]\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nor I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n[Shyheim]\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n[gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson]\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nand furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nmy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n[Big L]\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nthe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nand put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n[Shyheim]\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: Manchild\n  duration_ms: 231920\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Big L)\n\n  [Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n  [Reporter]\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  a Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  [car spinning out of control and crashing]\n  [beat drops]\n  [multiple gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  [gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson]\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  and furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  the heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  and put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":13191561,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Big L)\n\n[Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n[Reporter]\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\na Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n[car spinning out of control and crashing]\n[beat drops]\n[multiple gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n[Big L]\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nor I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n[Shyheim]\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n[gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson]\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nand furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nmy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n[Big L]\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nthe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nand put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n[Shyheim]\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: Wu-Tang Collective\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Big L)\n\n  [Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n  [Reporter]\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  a Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  [car spinning out of control and crashing]\n  [beat drops]\n  [multiple gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  [gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson]\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  and furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  the heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  and put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":38535634,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"Manchild","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Big L)\n\n[Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n[Reporter]\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\na Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n[car spinning out of control and crashing]\n[beat drops]\n[multiple gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n[Big L]\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nor I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n[Shyheim]\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n[gunshots]\n[Samuel L. Jackson]\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nand furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nmy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n[Big L]\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nthe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nand put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n[Shyheim]\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim\n  album: Manchild\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. Big L)\n\n  [Report set to \"Co-Defendant\" beat]\n\n  [Reporter]\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  a Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  [car spinning out of control and crashing]\n  [beat drops]\n  [multiple gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  [gunshots]\n  [Samuel L. Jackson]\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  and furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  [Big L]\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  the heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  and put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n  [Shyheim]\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":17198279,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L, Shyheim","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01] Corleone\n[00:22.84] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49] Yo, what?\n[01:12.39] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73] \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L, Shyheim\n  album: Wu-Tang Collective\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 21010\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 32880\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32880\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46510\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75150\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 75150\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90550\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90550\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 105760\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105760\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 116770\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 116770\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131240\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 131240\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Ain't that somethin? 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I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":15234973,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim & Big L","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar\n\ncar spinning out of control and crashing\nbeat drops\nmultiple gunshots\n\"And you will know my name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowing the wolves'll put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the ho up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get a soul clap\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOh I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit right\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\ngunshots\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces frown, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim & Big L\n  album: Wu-Tang Collective\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar\n\n  car spinning out of control and crashing\n  beat drops\n  multiple gunshots\n  \"And you will know my name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowing the wolves'll put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the ho up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get a soul clap\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Oh I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit right\n  Yo, what?\n\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  gunshots\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces frown, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  \"My name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":15234975,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L; Shyheim","albumName":"Wu Tang Vs. Shaolin Masters","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01] Corleone\n[00:22.84] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49] Yo, what?\n[01:12.39] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73] \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L; Shyheim\n  album: Wu Tang Vs. 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I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01] Corleone\n[00:22.84] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49] Yo, what?\n[01:12.39] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73] \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L; Shyheim\n  album: Manchild\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 21010\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 32880\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32880\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46510\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75150\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 75150\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90550\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90550\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 105760\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105760\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 116770\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 116770\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131240\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 131240\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Ain't that somethin? 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I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01] Corleone\n[00:22.84] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49] Yo, what?\n[01:12.39] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73] \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L Shyheim\n  album: 139 & Lenox\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 21010\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 32880\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32880\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46510\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75150\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 75150\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90550\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90550\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 105760\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105760\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 116770\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 116770\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131240\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 131240\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Ain't that somethin? 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I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01] Corleone\n[00:22.84] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49] Yo, what?\n[01:12.39] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73] \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L, Shyheim\n  album: In Memory Of Big L Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 21010\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 32880\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32880\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46510\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75150\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 75150\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90550\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90550\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 105760\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105760\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 116770\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 116770\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131240\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 131240\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Ain't that somethin? 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I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":37441598,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L/Shyheim","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord... \"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.23]Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.01]Corleone\n[00:22.84]Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:28.38]Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.10]Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.88]To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:33.78]Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.55]And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.24]You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.99]If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.64]Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.51]I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.39]Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.15]I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.82]Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.52]It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.34]The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.18]Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.84]1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:05.68]I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:07.44]What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:08.35]My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.49]Yo, what?\n[01:12.39]Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.15]I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:16.94]Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.61]I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.33]Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.16]I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.85]So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.55]O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.90]Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.76]You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.30]Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.09]Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.76]Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.28]\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:56.77]And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:02.12]My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.82]If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.67]Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.36]The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.24]What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.06]You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:14.91]Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:16.76]And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.48]Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.26]Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.95]Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.73]\"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.64]Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:28.50]Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.28]In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:35.84]Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.70]I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.34]Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.19]It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.71]But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:49.46]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L/Shyheim\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 231523\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 19230\n  end_ms: 21010\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 21010\n  end_ms: 22840\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 22840\n  end_ms: 28380\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 28380\n  end_ms: 30100\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30100\n  end_ms: 32880\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32880\n  end_ms: 33780\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 33780\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 41990\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41990\n  end_ms: 44640\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44640\n  end_ms: 46510\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46510\n  end_ms: 48390\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48390\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52820\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52820\n  end_ms: 55520\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55520\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 60180\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60180\n  end_ms: 63840\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63840\n  end_ms: 65680\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 65680\n  end_ms: 67440\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 67440\n  end_ms: 68350\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 68350\n  end_ms: 71490\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71490\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75150\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 75150\n  end_ms: 76940\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 76940\n  end_ms: 79610\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79610\n  end_ms: 83330\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 83330\n  end_ms: 85160\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85160\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90550\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90550\n  end_ms: 93900\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 93900\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 102090\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 102090\n  end_ms: 105760\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105760\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 116770\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 116770\n  end_ms: 122120\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 122120\n  end_ms: 125820\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 125820\n  end_ms: 127670\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 127670\n  end_ms: 130360\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 130360\n  end_ms: 131240\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 131240\n  end_ms: 133060\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 133060\n  end_ms: 134910\n- text: Ain't that somethin? 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Shyheim","albumName":"Manchild","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Reporter:)\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n(Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n(Beat drops)\n(Multiple gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(Gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] (Reporter:)\n[00:01.95] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.81] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:07.37] (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:16.42] (Beat drops)\n[00:17.39] (Multiple gunshots)\n[00:18.24] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:26.32] (Big L:)\n[00:27.27] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:28.19] Corleone\n[00:29.00] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:30.01] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.92] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.72] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.50] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.40] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.06] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.86] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.54] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.31] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.17] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:49.91] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.72] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.44] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.14] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.81] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.39] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.13] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.06] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.86] Yo, what?\n[01:12.79] (Shyheim:)\n[01:13.62] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:14.56] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:15.47] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.95] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:22.66] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.30] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.17] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.83] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:34.40] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.37] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:38.15] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:41.72] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.30] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:48.05] (Gunshots)\n[01:51.71] (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:54.47] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.11] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:03.46] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.28] (Big L:)\n[02:06.19] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.97] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.61] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.63] What is there to talk about?\n[02:12.51] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.21] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.08] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:18.80] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.55] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.45] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:27.05] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.95] (Shyheim:)\n[02:28.88] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:29.72] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.42] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:36.13] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.98] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.63] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.40] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.12] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:52.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L feat. 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Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 18240\n  end_ms: 26320\n- text: (Big L:)\n  start_ms: 26320\n  end_ms: 27270\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 27270\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 29000\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 29000\n  end_ms: 30010\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 30010\n  end_ms: 30920\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 30920\n  end_ms: 32720\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 32720\n  end_ms: 34500\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 34500\n  end_ms: 36400\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 36400\n  end_ms: 39060\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 39060\n  end_ms: 41860\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 41860\n  end_ms: 44540\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 44540\n  end_ms: 46310\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 46310\n  end_ms: 48170\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 48170\n  end_ms: 49910\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 49910\n  end_ms: 52720\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 52720\n  end_ms: 55440\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 55440\n  end_ms: 58140\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 58140\n  end_ms: 60810\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 60810\n  end_ms: 63650\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 63650\n  end_ms: 66390\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 66390\n  end_ms: 68130\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 68130\n  end_ms: 69060\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 69060\n  end_ms: 71860\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 71860\n  end_ms: 72790\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 72790\n  end_ms: 73620\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 73620\n  end_ms: 74560\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 74560\n  end_ms: 75470\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 75470\n  end_ms: 79950\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 79950\n  end_ms: 82660\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 82660\n  end_ms: 85300\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 85300\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 90830\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 90830\n  end_ms: 94400\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 94400\n  end_ms: 95370\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 95370\n  end_ms: 98150\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 98150\n  end_ms: 101720\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 101720\n  end_ms: 105300\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 105300\n  end_ms: 108050\n- text: (Gunshots)\n  start_ms: 108050\n  end_ms: 111710\n- text: (Samuel L. 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Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 147050\n  end_ms: 147950\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 147950\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 157980\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 157980\n  end_ms: 160630\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 160630\n  end_ms: 163400\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 163400\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 172530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172530\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (Beat drops)\n  (Multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (Gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":6969710,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim feat. Big L","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":233.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? 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Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n[00:18.21] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.98] Corleone\n[00:23.10] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:25.95] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.15] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.85] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.45] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.98] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.22] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.92] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.73] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.78] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.53] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.20] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:53.32] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:56.23] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.98] The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:01.57] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:04.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.79] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.33] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.67] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:12.56] Yo, what?\n[01:13.25] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.63] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:17.85] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:20.84] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.60] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.76] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:28.37] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:31.41] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.98] Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n[01:36.55] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.51] Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.43] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:46.11] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.77] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.29] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:01.99] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:06.29] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.92] Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.03] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.78] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.05] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.04] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.60] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.59] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.92] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.99] Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.65] [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n[02:28.02] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:29.61] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:33.02] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:36.90] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:38.77] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:41.65] Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:44.44] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.91] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:50.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim feat. 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Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"'\n  start_ms: 146650\n  end_ms: 148020\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 148020\n  end_ms: 149610\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 149610\n  end_ms: 153020\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 153020\n  end_ms: 156900\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 156900\n  end_ms: 158770\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 158770\n  end_ms: 161650\n- text: Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 161650\n  end_ms: 164440\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 164440\n  end_ms: 166910\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 166910\n  end_ms: 170350\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 170350\nplain: |-\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":16036121,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L feat. 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Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] (Reporter:)\n[00:01.63] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.33] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:03.44] (car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:04.10] (beat drops)\n[00:05.40] (multiple gunshots)\n[00:06.21] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:11.02] (Big L:)\n[00:11.63] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:15.59] Corleone\n[00:16.78] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:19.37] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:23.75] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:26.20] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:27.83] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:30.14] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:32.57] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:35.29] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:38.08] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:39.80] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:41.69] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:43.56] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:46.34] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:49.39] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:51.89] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[00:54.53] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[00:57.70] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:00.06] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:01.49] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:02.57] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:05.10] Yo, what?\n[01:06.14] (Shyheim:)\n[01:06.70] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:07.91] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:10.89] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:13.72] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:16.22] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:18.70] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:21.53] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:24.75] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:27.00] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:29.52] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:31.02] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:35.35] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:39.12] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:41.36] (gunshots)\n[01:46.30] (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:46.89] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:49.55] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[01:54.68] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:00.29] (Big L:)\n[02:00.75] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:01.94] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:03.94] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:05.14] What is there to talk about?\n[02:06.44] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:08.38] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:10.95] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:12.71] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:15.37] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:17.43] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:19.72] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:21.04] (Shyheim:)\n[02:21.66] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:24.37] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:25.00] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:30.78] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:31.82] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:34.12] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:36.88] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:39.68] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:42.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L feat. 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Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 141040\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 141040\n  end_ms: 141660\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 141660\n  end_ms: 144370\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 144370\n  end_ms: 145000\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 145000\n  end_ms: 150780\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 150780\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 154120\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 154120\n  end_ms: 156880\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 156880\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 162410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 162410\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (beat drops)\n  (multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":24717966,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim Featuring Big L","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar\n\ncar spinning out of control and crashing\nbeat drops\nmultiple gunshots\n\"And you will know my name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowing the wolves'll put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the ho up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get a soul clap\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOh I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit right\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\ngunshots\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces frown, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n\"My name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim Featuring Big L\n  album: Wu-Tang Collective\n  duration_ms: 232000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar\n\n  car spinning out of control and crashing\n  beat drops\n  multiple gunshots\n  \"And you will know my name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowing the wolves'll put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the ho up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get a soul clap\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Oh I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit right\n  Yo, what?\n\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  gunshots\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces frown, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  \"My name is the lord...\" -] Samuel L. Jackson\n\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":10518589,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L feat. Shyheim","albumName":"139 & Lenox","duration":223.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Reporter:)\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n(car spinning out of control and crashing)\n(beat drops)\n(multiple gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.15] (Reporter:)\n[00:01.63] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.33] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:03.44] (car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:04.10] (beat drops)\n[00:05.40] (multiple gunshots)\n[00:06.21] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:11.02] (Big L:)\n[00:11.63] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:15.59] Corleone\n[00:16.78] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:19.37] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:23.75] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:26.20] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:27.83] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:30.14] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:32.57] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:35.29] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:38.08] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:39.80] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:41.69] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:43.56] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:46.34] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:49.39] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:51.89] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[00:54.53] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[00:57.70] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:00.06] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:01.49] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:02.57] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:05.10] Yo, what?\n[01:06.14] (Shyheim:)\n[01:06.70] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:07.91] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:10.89] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:13.72] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:16.22] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:18.70] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:21.53] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:24.75] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:27.00] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:29.52] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:31.02] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:35.35] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:39.12] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:41.36] (gunshots)\n[01:46.30] (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:46.89] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:49.55] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[01:54.68] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:00.29] (Big L:)\n[02:00.75] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:01.94] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:03.94] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:05.14] What is there to talk about?\n[02:06.44] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:08.38] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:10.95] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:12.71] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:15.37] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:17.43] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:19.72] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:21.04] (Shyheim:)\n[02:21.66] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:24.37] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:25.00] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:30.78] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:31.82] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:34.12] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:36.88] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:39.68] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:42.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L feat. 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Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 6210\n  end_ms: 11020\n- text: (Big L:)\n  start_ms: 11020\n  end_ms: 11630\n- text: Shyheim, yeah\n  start_ms: 11630\n  end_ms: 15590\n- text: Corleone\n  start_ms: 15590\n  end_ms: 16780\n- text: Uh-huh, check it out\n  start_ms: 16780\n  end_ms: 19370\n- text: Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  start_ms: 19370\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 26200\n- text: To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  start_ms: 26200\n  end_ms: 27830\n- text: Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  start_ms: 27830\n  end_ms: 30140\n- text: And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  start_ms: 30140\n  end_ms: 32570\n- text: You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  start_ms: 32570\n  end_ms: 35290\n- text: If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  start_ms: 35290\n  end_ms: 38080\n- text: Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  start_ms: 38080\n  end_ms: 39800\n- text: I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  start_ms: 39800\n  end_ms: 41690\n- text: Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  start_ms: 41690\n  end_ms: 43560\n- text: I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  start_ms: 43560\n  end_ms: 46340\n- text: Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  start_ms: 46340\n  end_ms: 49390\n- text: It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  start_ms: 49390\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 54530\n- text: Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  start_ms: 54530\n  end_ms: 57700\n- text: 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  start_ms: 57700\n  end_ms: 60060\n- text: I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  start_ms: 60060\n  end_ms: 61490\n- text: What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  start_ms: 61490\n  end_ms: 62570\n- text: My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  start_ms: 62570\n  end_ms: 65100\n- text: Yo, what?\n  start_ms: 65100\n  end_ms: 66140\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 66140\n  end_ms: 66700\n- text: Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  start_ms: 66700\n  end_ms: 67910\n- text: I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  start_ms: 67910\n  end_ms: 70890\n- text: Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  start_ms: 70890\n  end_ms: 73720\n- text: I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  start_ms: 73720\n  end_ms: 76220\n- text: Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  start_ms: 76220\n  end_ms: 78700\n- text: I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  start_ms: 78700\n  end_ms: 81530\n- text: So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  start_ms: 81530\n  end_ms: 84750\n- text: O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  start_ms: 84750\n  end_ms: 87000\n- text: Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  start_ms: 87000\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 91020\n- text: Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  start_ms: 91020\n  end_ms: 95350\n- text: Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  start_ms: 95350\n  end_ms: 99120\n- text: Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n  start_ms: 99120\n  end_ms: 101360\n- text: (gunshots)\n  start_ms: 101360\n  end_ms: 106300\n- text: (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  start_ms: 106300\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: '\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance'\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 109550\n- text: And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  start_ms: 109550\n  end_ms: 114680\n- text: My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n  start_ms: 114680\n  end_ms: 120290\n- text: (Big L:)\n  start_ms: 120290\n  end_ms: 120750\n- text: If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  start_ms: 120750\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 123940\n- text: The heat they ready to talk it out\n  start_ms: 123940\n  end_ms: 125140\n- text: What is there to talk about?\n  start_ms: 125140\n  end_ms: 126440\n- text: You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  start_ms: 126440\n  end_ms: 128380\n- text: Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  start_ms: 128380\n  end_ms: 130950\n- text: And put one a you punks in the ground\n  start_ms: 130950\n  end_ms: 132710\n- text: Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  start_ms: 132710\n  end_ms: 135370\n- text: Like you scarin us, not even\n  start_ms: 135370\n  end_ms: 137430\n- text: Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n  start_ms: 137430\n  end_ms: 139720\n- text: (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 139720\n  end_ms: 141040\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 141040\n  end_ms: 141660\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 141660\n  end_ms: 144370\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 144370\n  end_ms: 145000\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 145000\n  end_ms: 150780\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 150780\n  end_ms: 151820\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 151820\n  end_ms: 154120\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 154120\n  end_ms: 156880\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 156880\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 162410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 162410\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (beat drops)\n  (multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":10215548,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L feat․ Shyheim","albumName":"L Corleone","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Reporter:)\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n(car spinning out of control and crashing)\n(beat drops)\n(multiple gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L feat․ Shyheim\n  album: L Corleone\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (beat drops)\n  (multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":33643202,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Shyheim Feat. Big L","albumName":"The Wu Tang Collective (Import","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n[Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:03.93] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:13.71] [Samuel L. Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n[00:18.21] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:21.98] Corleone\n[00:23.10] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:25.95] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.15] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.85] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.45] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.98] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.22] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.92] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.73] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.78] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.53] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:50.20] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:53.32] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:56.23] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.98] The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:01.57] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:04.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.79] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.33] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.67] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:12.56] Yo, what?\n[01:13.25] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:15.63] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:17.85] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:20.84] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:23.60] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.76] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:28.37] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:31.41] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:33.98] Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n[01:36.55] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:39.51] Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:42.43] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:46.11] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:52.77] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.29] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:01.99] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:06.29] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.92] Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.03] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.78] What is there to talk about?\n[02:13.05] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.04] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.60] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:19.59] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.92] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.99] Cuz me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:26.65] [Samuel L. Jackson] \"My name is the lord...\"\n[02:28.02] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:29.61] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:33.02] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:36.90] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:38.77] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:41.65] Cuz these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:44.44] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.91] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:50.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Shyheim Feat. 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Jackson] \"And you will know my name is the lord...\"\n\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, wit 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cuz if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cuz ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cuz niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? 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Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] (Reporter:)\n[00:01.95] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.81] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:07.37] (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:16.42] (Beat drops)\n[00:17.39] (Multiple gunshots)\n[00:18.24] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:26.32] (Big L:)\n[00:27.27] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:28.19] Corleone\n[00:29.00] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:30.01] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.92] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.72] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.50] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.40] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.06] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.86] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.54] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.31] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.17] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:49.91] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.72] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.44] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.14] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.81] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.39] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.13] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.06] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.86] Yo, what?\n[01:12.79] (Shyheim:)\n[01:13.62] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:14.56] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:15.47] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.95] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:22.66] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.30] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.17] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.83] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:34.40] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.37] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:38.15] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:41.72] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.30] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:48.05] (Gunshots)\n[01:51.71] (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:54.47] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.11] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:03.46] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.28] (Big L:)\n[02:06.19] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.97] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.61] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.63] What is there to talk about?\n[02:12.51] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.21] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.08] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:18.80] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.55] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.45] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:27.05] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.95] (Shyheim:)\n[02:28.88] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:29.72] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.42] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:36.13] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.98] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.63] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.40] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.12] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:52.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger\n  artist: Big L feat. 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I should start bustin anyway\n  start_ms: 135210\n  end_ms: 137080\n- text: And put one a you punks in the ground\n  start_ms: 137080\n  end_ms: 138800\n- text: Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  start_ms: 138800\n  end_ms: 141550\n- text: Like you scarin us, not even\n  start_ms: 141550\n  end_ms: 143450\n- text: Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n  start_ms: 143450\n  end_ms: 147050\n- text: (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 147050\n  end_ms: 147950\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 147950\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 157980\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 157980\n  end_ms: 160630\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 160630\n  end_ms: 163400\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 163400\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 172530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172530\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (Beat drops)\n  (Multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (Gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":39458291,"name":"Furious Anger","trackName":"Furious Anger","artistName":"Big L feat. Shyheim","albumName":"The Archives 1996–2000","duration":222.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Reporter:)\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n(Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n(Beat drops)\n(Multiple gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(Gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06](Reporter:)\n[00:01.95]Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.81]A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:07.37](Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:16.42](Beat drops)\n[00:17.39](Multiple gunshots)\n[00:18.24](Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:26.32](Big L:)\n[00:27.27]Shyheim, yeah\n[00:28.19]Corleone\n[00:29.00]Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:30.01]Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.92]Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.72]To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.50]Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.40]And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.06]You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.86]If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.54]Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.31]I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.17]Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:49.91]I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.72]Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.44]It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.14]The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.81]Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.65]1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.39]I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.13]What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.06]My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.86]Yo, what?\n[01:12.79](Shyheim:)\n[01:13.62]Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:14.56]I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:15.47]Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.95]I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:22.66]Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.30]I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.17]So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.83]O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:34.40]Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.37]You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:38.15]Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:41.72]Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.30]Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:48.05](Gunshots)\n[01:51.71](Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:54.47]\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.11]And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:03.46]My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.28](Big L:)\n[02:06.19]If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.97]Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.61]The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.63]What is there to talk about?\n[02:12.51]You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.21]Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.08]And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:18.80]Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.55]Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.45]Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:27.05](Samuel L. 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Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 147050\n  end_ms: 147950\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 147950\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 157980\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 157980\n  end_ms: 160630\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 160630\n  end_ms: 163400\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 163400\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 172530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172530\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (Beat drops)\n  (Multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (Gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"},{"id":6831274,"name":"Furious Anger (feat. Big L)","trackName":"Furious Anger (feat. Big L)","artistName":"Shyheim","albumName":"Wu-Tang Collective","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Reporter:)\nShyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\nA Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n(Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n(Beat drops)\n(Multiple gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n(Big L:)\nShyheim, yeah\nCorleone\nUh-huh, check it out\n\nY'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\nNot knowin the walk, so put the price out\nTo get you stuck and punch ya lights out\nOr catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\nAnd beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\nYou got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\nIf ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\nThen lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\nI hope ya ready for the kick-off\nYa flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\nI done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\nNow I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\nIt ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\nThe garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\nOr I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\nI left enough a y'all stinkin\nWhat the fuck was y'all thinkin?\nMy shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\nYo, what?\n\n(Shyheim:)\nYoung outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\nI'll probably die from the death penalty\nY'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\nI'm not pussy so I don't need security\nLike Big L, I'm MVP on the street\nI did wet more people than the pool and the beach\nSo be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\nO.G., that's why they put me in a movie\nDon't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\nYou'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\nLook me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\nStapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\nAin't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n(Gunshots)\n(Samuel L. Jackson:)\n\"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\nAnd furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\nMy brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n(Big L:)\nIf you got somethin to say, then cough it out\nCause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\nThe heat they ready to talk it out\nWhat is there to talk about?\nYou was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\nAin't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\nAnd put one a you punks in the ground\nY'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\nLike you scarin us, not even\nCause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n(Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n(Shyheim:)\nNiggas be actin like they hoodlums\nUntil they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\nIn the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\nPut his ear to his chin\nI gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\nCause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\nIt's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\nBut when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] (Reporter:)\n[00:01.95] Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n[00:02.81] A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n[00:07.37] (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n[00:16.42] (Beat drops)\n[00:17.39] (Multiple gunshots)\n[00:18.24] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n[00:26.32] (Big L:)\n[00:27.27] Shyheim, yeah\n[00:28.19] Corleone\n[00:29.00] Uh-huh, check it out\n[00:30.01] Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n[00:30.92] Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n[00:32.72] To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n[00:34.50] Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n[00:36.40] And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n[00:39.06] You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n[00:41.86] If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n[00:44.54] Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n[00:46.31] I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n[00:48.17] Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n[00:49.91] I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n[00:52.72] Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n[00:55.44] It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n[00:58.14] The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n[01:00.81] Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n[01:03.65] 1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n[01:06.39] I left enough a y'all stinkin\n[01:08.13] What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n[01:09.06] My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n[01:11.86] Yo, what?\n[01:12.79] (Shyheim:)\n[01:13.62] Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n[01:14.56] I'll probably die from the death penalty\n[01:15.47] Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n[01:19.95] I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n[01:22.66] Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n[01:25.30] I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n[01:27.17] So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n[01:30.83] O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n[01:34.40] Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n[01:35.37] You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n[01:38.15] Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n[01:41.72] Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n[01:45.30] Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n[01:48.05] (Gunshots)\n[01:51.71] (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n[01:54.47] \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n[01:57.11] And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n[02:03.46] My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n[02:05.28] (Big L:)\n[02:06.19] If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n[02:07.97] Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n[02:10.61] The heat they ready to talk it out\n[02:11.63] What is there to talk about?\n[02:12.51] You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n[02:15.21] Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n[02:17.08] And put one a you punks in the ground\n[02:18.80] Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n[02:21.55] Like you scarin us, not even\n[02:23.45] Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n[02:27.05] (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n[02:27.95] (Shyheim:)\n[02:28.88] Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n[02:29.72] Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n[02:32.42] In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n[02:36.13] Put his ear to his chin\n[02:37.98] I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n[02:40.63] Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n[02:43.40] It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n[02:46.12] But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n[02:52.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Furious Anger (feat. 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Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n  start_ms: 147050\n  end_ms: 147950\n- text: (Shyheim:)\n  start_ms: 147950\n  end_ms: 148880\n- text: Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  start_ms: 148880\n  end_ms: 149720\n- text: Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  start_ms: 149720\n  end_ms: 152420\n- text: In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  start_ms: 152420\n  end_ms: 156130\n- text: Put his ear to his chin\n  start_ms: 156130\n  end_ms: 157980\n- text: I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  start_ms: 157980\n  end_ms: 160630\n- text: Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  start_ms: 160630\n  end_ms: 163400\n- text: It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  start_ms: 163400\n  end_ms: 166120\n- text: But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n  start_ms: 166120\n  end_ms: 172530\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 172530\nplain: |-\n  (Reporter:)\n  Shyheim, the youngest member of the Wu-Tang Clan, was jumped at\n  A Staten Island club, and his face still bares the scar.\n\n  (Car spinning out of control and crashing)\n  (Beat drops)\n  (Multiple gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"And you will know my name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  Shyheim, yeah\n  Corleone\n  Uh-huh, check it out\n\n  Y'all niggas be walkin the streets, iced out\n  Not knowin the walk, so put the price out\n  To get you stuck and punch ya lights out\n  Or catch ya car in the night and snatch ya wife out\n  And beat the hoe up if you don't give the dough up\n  You got me pissed off, frontin and ya whole clique soft\n  If ya had ya Roly on, I might cut ya wrist off\n  Then lick off, and slide ya bitch off, punk\n  I hope ya ready for the kick-off\n  Ya flankin niggas and I'm gettin rich off\n  I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack\n  Now I wanna go plat', can I get it sold plat'\n  It ain't no part a time out, once I climb out\n  The garbage can, with 2 nines out, and blow ya spine out\n  Or I got you cats by a long-shot, every song hot\n  1-3-9 and Lennox is a strong block\n  I left enough a y'all stinkin\n  What the fuck was y'all thinkin?\n  My shit's tight, nigga, I spit writin\n  Yo, what?\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Young outlaw, the state wanna get rid a me\n  I'll probably die from the death penalty\n  Y'all analog, Shyheim I keep it digity\n  I'm not pussy so I don't need security\n  Like Big L, I'm MVP on the street\n  I did wet more people than the pool and the beach\n  So be easy, or I'll expose you like shock TV\n  O.G., that's why they put me in a movie\n  Don't screw me, cause if I punch you in ya face\n  You'll probably try and sue me, and take me to Judge Judy\n  Look me in my eyes cause ya handshake don't fool thee\n  Stapleton Staten Islander, the name's marked on the calender\n  Ain't no screwin off a silencer, uh-uh\n\n  (Gunshots)\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:)\n  \"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance\n  And furious anger on those who attempt to poison and destroy\n  My brothers, and you will know my name is the lord.\"\n\n  (Big L:)\n  If you got somethin to say, then cough it out\n  Cause niggas be wantin beef, but when you pull out\n  The heat they ready to talk it out\n  What is there to talk about?\n  You was just frontin, now it ain't nuttin\n  Ain't that somethin? I should start bustin anyway\n  And put one a you punks in the ground\n  Y'all niggas be killin me with y'all faces round, jumpin around\n  Like you scarin us, not even\n  Cause me and Shy' gon' be some thugs til we stop breathin\n\n  (Samuel L. Jackson:) \"My name is the lord... \"\n\n  (Shyheim:)\n  Niggas be actin like they hoodlums\n  Until they get shot up or locked up, now they Bloods and Muslims\n  In the Wu, benz bang em like a Benz, touch kid nuttin thin\n  Put his ear to his chin\n  I gotta win and beat this game of dyin rich and old\n  Cause these playa-hatin niggas wanna block my gold\n  It's untold like the truth, they thirsty for my juice\n  But when I let loose, have them jumpin out they boots\n"}]