[{"id":285018,"name":"Crew Deep (remix)","trackName":"Crew Deep (remix)","artistName":"Skillz feat. Clipse, Pharrell & Missy","albumName":"Got Skillz??? The Neptunes Collection, Volume 1","duration":209.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro repeat 14x: Skillz]\nUn un un un, come on nigga\n\n[Skillz] (Missy Elliott)\nI be the S-K-I, double L, Z'n\nBlock is hot again, guess who's the reason?\nYour favorite rapper, I got his ass not breathin\nYou seen me with Missy so it's VA season\nLike (Hollaaaaa!) check the flow\nAnd if you a hater, exit the door\nRap is a set up, just a lot of games\nA lot of suckas with colorful names\nI'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that\nBut all y'all cats rap about is cars and crack\nAnd these R&B cats, spammers\nWhat chu think, you sound better with a wife beater and a bandana?\n(Hey!) Hunh, you fools need to stop\nHalf y'all got paid studying pop\nAnd as far as these beats, I spit sparks to them\nI'm sick in the booth, aiyyo shorty talk to 'em, like...\n\n[Chorus: Kandi (Missy)]\nY'all don't really wanna fuck with me\nMy click D double E to the P\n(Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya side\nFlow in ya doe in ya motherfucking ride\nY'all really wanna fuck with me?\nMy click D double E to the P\n(Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya chest\nAin't no other yet cause I'm the motherfucking best\n\n[Skillz]\nYo, stop what your doin, cause I'm about to ruin...\nThese half-ass rappers your used to\nSo who the fuck wanna battle me?\nI spit slugs out my mouth bout the size of a C battery\nLike, \"chik chik chik\", put it down, man\nHalf of y'all cats lying on your sound scan\nAnd you sold what? That was the amount?\nCome on nigga, you know sample tapes don't count\nReal quick out the stash, been flippin at dash\nBruise me with two feet when I'm kicking yo' ass\nAnd you never catch me in the club leaving a skirt\nIf I don't get brains then the meter get jerk\nY'all them fools in the club with a Smedian shirt\nRent a car in your hometown just to see if it work\nFor 18 years, your momma been feedin a jerk\nI spit something hot, have you getting wheezy like Turk, nigga\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Skillz]\nAiyyo, say blast I'ma blast, while y'all play dummies\nHunh, thinking I ain't gon get this money\nWatch me come through spit sick and get fly\nBeat you on your best day on your best try, and...\n(Y'all don't really wanna...)\nDig out the stash cause I probably. on yo' ass\nAnd my words make the track get up\nWhile I move on it, groove on it\nAnd keep you flows on the cut like...\nRockin mic's, y'all know how we get down\nCatch me on tour when I slide through your town\nI'm hit bound, y'all lay down flat\nThe new \"King of VA\", who's fuckin with that?\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Crew Deep (remix)\n  artist: Skillz feat. Clipse, Pharrell & Missy\n  album: Got Skillz??? The Neptunes Collection, Volume 1\n  duration_ms: 209000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro repeat 14x: Skillz]\n  Un un un un, come on nigga\n\n  [Skillz] (Missy Elliott)\n  I be the S-K-I, double L, Z'n\n  Block is hot again, guess who's the reason?\n  Your favorite rapper, I got his ass not breathin\n  You seen me with Missy so it's VA season\n  Like (Hollaaaaa!) check the flow\n  And if you a hater, exit the door\n  Rap is a set up, just a lot of games\n  A lot of suckas with colorful names\n  I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that\n  But all y'all cats rap about is cars and crack\n  And these R&B cats, spammers\n  What chu think, you sound better with a wife beater and a bandana?\n  (Hey!) Hunh, you fools need to stop\n  Half y'all got paid studying pop\n  And as far as these beats, I spit sparks to them\n  I'm sick in the booth, aiyyo shorty talk to 'em, like...\n\n  [Chorus: Kandi (Missy)]\n  Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me\n  My click D double E to the P\n  (Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya side\n  Flow in ya doe in ya motherfucking ride\n  Y'all really wanna fuck with me?\n  My click D double E to the P\n  (Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya chest\n  Ain't no other yet cause I'm the motherfucking best\n\n  [Skillz]\n  Yo, stop what your doin, cause I'm about to ruin...\n  These half-ass rappers your used to\n  So who the fuck wanna battle me?\n  I spit slugs out my mouth bout the size of a C battery\n  Like, \"chik chik chik\", put it down, man\n  Half of y'all cats lying on your sound scan\n  And you sold what? That was the amount?\n  Come on nigga, you know sample tapes don't count\n  Real quick out the stash, been flippin at dash\n  Bruise me with two feet when I'm kicking yo' ass\n  And you never catch me in the club leaving a skirt\n  If I don't get brains then the meter get jerk\n  Y'all them fools in the club with a Smedian shirt\n  Rent a car in your hometown just to see if it work\n  For 18 years, your momma been feedin a jerk\n  I spit something hot, have you getting wheezy like Turk, nigga\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Skillz]\n  Aiyyo, say blast I'ma blast, while y'all play dummies\n  Hunh, thinking I ain't gon get this money\n  Watch me come through spit sick and get fly\n  Beat you on your best day on your best try, and...\n  (Y'all don't really wanna...)\n  Dig out the stash cause I probably. on yo' ass\n  And my words make the track get up\n  While I move on it, groove on it\n  And keep you flows on the cut like...\n  Rockin mic's, y'all know how we get down\n  Catch me on tour when I slide through your town\n  I'm hit bound, y'all lay down flat\n  The new \"King of VA\", who's fuckin with that?\n\n  [Chorus]\n"},{"id":37939095,"name":"Imagine (Instrumental)","trackName":"Imagine (Instrumental)","artistName":"Skillz","albumName":"Crew Deep 12\"","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Skillz:]\nUhh\nThis goes out to my brother E\nDamn, uhh\nWe had it all baby, y'know?\nUhh... yo\n\nImagine you and your big brother, in a Southern town\nAll it took to lock down was some grams and a fo'-pound\nMillions, we both tryin to see that much\nSo we found some young bucks that wanna be like us\nPut 'em on to the game, showed 'em how to do it\nAll they wanted was sneakers, me and my brother knew it\nAfter six months of this, we done moved ahead\nNow I sleep with 300 G's under my bed\nImagine, livin life how you 'sposed to live\nGave my brother a buck fifty cause I'm 'sposed to give\nBut he wanted all of it like Sosa did\nThat put tears in my eyes, we was close as kids\nImagine, puttin your toast to your brother's ribs\nI had to walk past his casket and close the lid\nImagine the guilt I felt, when I hid my gun\nI'm the reason that my mom lost her oldest son, damn\n(POP!)\n\n[Chorus: Skillz]\nCan you (imagine) how my nephew would look at me\nIf he knew I was the reason him and his daddy won't leave (together)\nAnd now I feel alone\nCause it's my fault that my brother is gone and it's (forever)\nAnd that's what happens\nWhen money takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n[Skillz:]\nImagine, a year passin, I'm holdin my ground\nPlus I got a new homey, he holdin me down\nAnd my guilt won't let me go near my mother\nCats still say, \"I'm sorry to hear 'bout your brother\"\nMan the lust for this dough is startin to run me\nSo I started a record company to clean my money\nAnd my young boys think that they the only ones needin\nThey look at me, like I'm the only one eatin\nThey used to call me king, now they call me whack\nAnd it's a drought, and papi ain't callin me back\nThis the hustler's test, and I made my vow\nNext time I'm broke, broke'll be in style\nSo I got on my feet after takin a hit\nThe Jake made my homey rich after they made him a snitch\nWhen they rushed my crib, I thought I was done\nCause they ain't found my coke, they found my gun - damn\n[DOOR KICKED IN] (\"Freeze! Get down!\")\n\n[Chorus: Skillz]\nCan you (imagine) the time you gon' see\nYou and that money you made, y'all'll never be (together)\nAnd your mom knows the facts\nYou took her firstborn and she got to live with that (forever)\nAnd that's what happens\nWhen life takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n[Skillz:]\nUhh, yo\nImagine, watchin your mom cry several tears\nAnd I'm cryin over 7 years, can you (imagine)\nHow the snitch livin his life\nAnd I'm in a 6 by 6 tonight, can you (imagine)\nWhy this dude grillin you\nHe a killer and he probably wanna kill you too\nI think back to how the hustle game spoiled my life\nNow I'm in somebody's kitchen, boilin rice\nI started writin rhymes cause my time was free\nThen I finally got paroled in ninety-three\nSo I moved to V-A after doin my bid\nAnd half these rappers is rappin 'bout what I lived\nEntertainment? It's just that for real\nAnd a lot of cats lie after gettin a deal\nMost of 'em tell lies and make it sound true\nI oughta know, I just told one to you\nÕshort pauseú\n\n[Chorus: Skillz]\nCan you (imagine) if you had some proof\nThat your favorite rapper wasn't tellin the truth (together)\nHim and his label decide\nThey gon' base his career on lies (forever)\nAnd that's what happens\nWhen money takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n[Skillz:]\nThink about that, when you buy your next CD and just (imagine)\nWhat I could do with a pad and a pen\nBut I choose to tell the truth at the end","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Imagine (Instrumental)\n  artist: Skillz\n  album: Crew Deep 12\"\n  duration_ms: 224000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Skillz:]\n  Uhh\n  This goes out to my brother E\n  Damn, uhh\n  We had it all baby, y'know?\n  Uhh... yo\n\n  Imagine you and your big brother, in a Southern town\n  All it took to lock down was some grams and a fo'-pound\n  Millions, we both tryin to see that much\n  So we found some young bucks that wanna be like us\n  Put 'em on to the game, showed 'em how to do it\n  All they wanted was sneakers, me and my brother knew it\n  After six months of this, we done moved ahead\n  Now I sleep with 300 G's under my bed\n  Imagine, livin life how you 'sposed to live\n  Gave my brother a buck fifty cause I'm 'sposed to give\n  But he wanted all of it like Sosa did\n  That put tears in my eyes, we was close as kids\n  Imagine, puttin your toast to your brother's ribs\n  I had to walk past his casket and close the lid\n  Imagine the guilt I felt, when I hid my gun\n  I'm the reason that my mom lost her oldest son, damn\n  (POP!)\n\n  [Chorus: Skillz]\n  Can you (imagine) how my nephew would look at me\n  If he knew I was the reason him and his daddy won't leave (together)\n  And now I feel alone\n  Cause it's my fault that my brother is gone and it's (forever)\n  And that's what happens\n  When money takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n  [Skillz:]\n  Imagine, a year passin, I'm holdin my ground\n  Plus I got a new homey, he holdin me down\n  And my guilt won't let me go near my mother\n  Cats still say, \"I'm sorry to hear 'bout your brother\"\n  Man the lust for this dough is startin to run me\n  So I started a record company to clean my money\n  And my young boys think that they the only ones needin\n  They look at me, like I'm the only one eatin\n  They used to call me king, now they call me whack\n  And it's a drought, and papi ain't callin me back\n  This the hustler's test, and I made my vow\n  Next time I'm broke, broke'll be in style\n  So I got on my feet after takin a hit\n  The Jake made my homey rich after they made him a snitch\n  When they rushed my crib, I thought I was done\n  Cause they ain't found my coke, they found my gun - damn\n  [DOOR KICKED IN] (\"Freeze! Get down!\")\n\n  [Chorus: Skillz]\n  Can you (imagine) the time you gon' see\n  You and that money you made, y'all'll never be (together)\n  And your mom knows the facts\n  You took her firstborn and she got to live with that (forever)\n  And that's what happens\n  When life takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n  [Skillz:]\n  Uhh, yo\n  Imagine, watchin your mom cry several tears\n  And I'm cryin over 7 years, can you (imagine)\n  How the snitch livin his life\n  And I'm in a 6 by 6 tonight, can you (imagine)\n  Why this dude grillin you\n  He a killer and he probably wanna kill you too\n  I think back to how the hustle game spoiled my life\n  Now I'm in somebody's kitchen, boilin rice\n  I started writin rhymes cause my time was free\n  Then I finally got paroled in ninety-three\n  So I moved to V-A after doin my bid\n  And half these rappers is rappin 'bout what I lived\n  Entertainment? It's just that for real\n  And a lot of cats lie after gettin a deal\n  Most of 'em tell lies and make it sound true\n  I oughta know, I just told one to you\n  Õshort pauseú\n\n  [Chorus: Skillz]\n  Can you (imagine) if you had some proof\n  That your favorite rapper wasn't tellin the truth (together)\n  Him and his label decide\n  They gon' base his career on lies (forever)\n  And that's what happens\n  When money takes you and it leaves you (imagine)\n\n  [Skillz:]\n  Think about that, when you buy your next CD and just (imagine)\n  What I could do with a pad and a pen\n  But I choose to tell the truth at the end\n"}]