[{"id":40266303,"name":"The Eulogy [Slip Capone & CPO]","trackName":"The Eulogy [Slip Capone & CPO]","artistName":"Slip Capone","albumName":"Murder Was the Case - The Soundtrack","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy [Slip Capone & CPO]\n  artist: Slip Capone\n  album: Murder Was the Case - The Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 288496\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":31874481,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone\n  album: Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":27859968,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone","albumName":"Murder Was the Case","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone\n  album: Murder Was the Case\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":29014294,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Murder Was the Case: The Soundtrack","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: 'Murder Was the Case: The Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":39392589,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Murder Was the Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: Murder Was the Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 283747\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":30806991,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"CPO; Slip Capone","albumName":"Murder Was the Case","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: CPO; Slip Capone\n  album: Murder Was the Case\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":27705786,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & Cpo","albumName":"Murder Was The Case","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & Cpo\n  album: Murder Was The Case\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":31013999,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (OST)","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: Murder Was The Case (OST)\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":27663009,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Murder Was The Case Soundtrack","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: Murder Was The Case Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":39816976,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Murder Was The Case: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: 'Murder Was The Case: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack'\n  duration_ms: 288485\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":29529900,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & CPO","albumName":"Chapter 345. Got It On My Mind","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & CPO\n  album: Chapter 345. Got It On My Mind\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":35873468,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone, C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone, C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":35873465,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone, C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone, C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":35873461,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone, C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone, C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":35873483,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone, C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone, C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was The Case (The Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":29314256,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was the Case","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was the Case\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"},{"id":38794336,"name":"The Eulogy","trackName":"The Eulogy","artistName":"Slip Capone & C.P.O.","albumName":"Murder Was the Case  (Soundtrack)","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\nFlashbackin' on days of me and my dog\nSee the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\nStarted out fools for real\n\nNow this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\nWith no paper available to fold\nAnd I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\nAnd we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\nSituation became drastic\nAnd so therefore we chose to impose\nSome of those criminalistic tactics\nAnd lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\nIf the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\nMuch tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\nTo stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\nStickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\nDidn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\nNow this is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nOn a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\nThe name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\nCreepin', rollin' one winter weekend\nIn a BMW, there they go, I see them\nThem fools had crossed me when I first started off\nWith the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\nBut now I got a stack of Colombian crack\nI gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\nPrepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\nSo I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\nNo one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\nAnd regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\nSeparates the boys from the men, you see\nWho's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\nThat's why I never loved no one but myself\nAnd ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\nThis is how it's done, like one, two, three\nIf a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\nI only got love for me and my dogs\nWe Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\nListen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\nSeaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\nSimply not to be fucked with\n\nBest have been on your guard\nWe was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\nBut since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\nWe did some debatin' and contemplatin'\nOn parlayin' product into revenue\nThought about it a minute, then we concluded\nWe'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\nSo we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\nServin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\nAnd so we gathered up the proper amount\nBought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\nAnd me and my nigga set out\n\nTo defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\nCame up large in commodities\nNiggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\nYes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\nSince they was swimmin' in pops' balls\nThen all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\nAnd I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\nWhat's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\nHe looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\nAnd right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\nI seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\nHe reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\nUsed to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\nI'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\nCheck it, this just a quick reminder\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know\nThat ain't no friends in this game\nEspecially when you're dealin' with this half-white\nBlack-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\n\nThe name's Capone, puttin' it down\nWith Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\nTo let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\nNiggas gotta supply they own heat\n\nRecognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\nHahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Eulogy\n  artist: Slip Capone & C.P.O.\n  album: Murder Was the Case  (Soundtrack)\n  duration_ms: 288000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sippin' yak, I'm laxin' in chronic fog\n  Flashbackin' on days of me and my dog\n  See the shit went foul when it was over but yet and still\n\n  Started out fools for real\n\n  Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends\n\n  With no paper available to fold\n  And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old\n  'Cause we was in need to be clockin' dollars\n  And we was in need to clock 'em now, uh, need 'em now\n\n  Situation became drastic\n  And so therefore we chose to impose\n  Some of those criminalistic tactics\n  And lo and behold, well I'll be goddamn\n  If the stack didn't increase ten motherfuckin' fold\n  Much tougher to go low again, 'cause we was driven\n  To stay up on top of things, lovin' the life we livin'\n\n  Stickin' business, we's in this to win it all\n\n  Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my dog\n\n  Now this is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  On a mission, dippin' down Imperial\n\n  The name's Capone, but first let me unfold the scenario\n  Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend\n  In a BMW, there they go, I see them\n  Them fools had crossed me when I first started off\n  With the kingpin corrupt and a G named Boss Hogg\n  But now I got a stack of Colombian crack\n  I gots to cook it and sell it so a nigga can make his ends fat\n  Prepared to murder if I have to, and I had to\n  So I blasted the two up front, then got the last few\n\n  No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power\n  And regulates the West Side's weed and white powder\n\n  Separates the boys from the men, you see\n  Who's your true friends and who ain't when you begin stackin' ends\n  That's why I never loved no one but myself\n  And ain't a nigga crossed me to lift a tail\n\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n  This is how it's done, like one, two, three\n  If a motherfucker serve, tryin' to step to a G\n  I only got love for me and my dogs\n  We Capone on a mission with that nigga Boss Hogg\n\n  Listen, now whosoever step with me (shit outta luck with)\n  Seaweed (two of), BG (who was?)\n  Simply not to be fucked with\n\n  Best have been on your guard\n  We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really large\n  But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew\n  We did some debatin' and contemplatin'\n  On parlayin' product into revenue\n  Thought about it a minute, then we concluded\n  We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it\n  So we was like, \"Shit, we had to do it\"\n\n  Servin' up caviar gon' make the cash flow just a little more fluid\n  And so we gathered up the proper amount\n  Bought ourselves a flock of motherfuckin' birds\n  And me and my nigga set out\n\n  To defeat the rest, so we shipped the funk out from the East to West\n  Came up large in commodities\n  Niggas started reciting philosophies like true as a rainfall\n\n  Yes, y'all, niggas was bornin' and ballin'\n  Since they was swimmin' in pops' balls\n  Then all of a sudden I started noticin' decrease in my grip figures\n  And I'm like, \"What? Hold on, wait a minute\n  What's up, nigga, with this shortness of my green?\"\n  He looked me in my face and said, \"Fuck you think it mean?\"\n  And right before my eyes, the partnership dissolved\n  I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all\n  He reached for his Glock, but I was quicker, blaow!\n  Used to be my homie, but you's a dead motherfucker now\n\n  I'm ashamed, but I said, \"Fuck it,\" the day I became the Boss Hogg\n  'Cause that day I buried my dog\n\n  Check it, this just a quick reminder\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know\n  That ain't no friends in this game\n  Especially when you're dealin' with this half-white\n  Black-hearted, cross-eyed, curly-haired motherfucker\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n\n  The name's Capone, puttin' it down\n  With Big CPO, Boss Hogg for a second\n  To let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world\n  Niggas gotta supply they own heat\n\n  Recognize, realize, and analyze that shit, you dig?\n\n  Hahaha\n"}]