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and Rock\n  start_ms: 224330\n  end_ms: 225650\n- text: Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt\n  start_ms: 225650\nplain: |-\n  Yo, check this out\n  Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)\n  Puttin' you punks to this newness\n  In '94, you know what I'm sayin'? (Violence on the rise)\n  Lock your doors, nobody's safe\n  You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)\n  Check it out, haha\n  I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side\n  No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'\n  'Round here, heads don't act their age\n  You might be another dead bwoy pon page\n  Enter the cypher with your lighter\n  L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter\n  But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks\n  Comin' on the block, tryna rock knots\n  Pigs be actin' like they're bigger than us niggas from the streets\n  'Cause we stalk mad deep and them walk beats\n  I guess them hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge\n  Playin' tough, starin' down the judge with my hands cuffed\n  Standin' there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear\n  Au revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here\n  Pigs look me up and down with a frown\n  Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  Got five emcee that wanna contest we\n  Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees\n  Bring on your sounds and get drowned by my massive\n  Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage\n  Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty\n  On a violator that was sent out to get me\n  I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's Black\n  But Steele I'm on point, ready to Buck, ain't nothin' sweet, Jack\n  Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love\n  Deeply rooted from my Timbs to my dick above\n  Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip\n  Grip once you get hit when I let my tool click\n  Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark\n  Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart\n  Here comes the rude bwoys with the ganja plants\n  Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the, hmm, home of the, hmm\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  Another murderer, just another prankster\n  Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster\n  Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets\n  Test the wrong dread now him in eternal sleep\n  Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy\n  Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren\n  A buddha session, learn your lesson\n  Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun\n  Bucktown's everywhere, I swear\n  It's clear to me you feel the weed now I barely see\n  Nightfall 'round the way\n  Original heads come out to play, puff herb, break day\n  It's just a regular, everyday state of bein' I\n  Mind's holdin' weight, rhymes free the mind in time\n  I find reality follows me where I roam three-sixty degrees\n  Back home in\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  (Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers\n  Once again, Smif-N-Wessun\n  And we do it like this\n  To my man Buckshot (yeah, yeah, Boot Camp)\n  Ruck and Rock\n  Ha, Bucktown Boot Camp, Evil Dee, Mr, Walt\n"},{"id":672351,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Da Shinin'","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nWhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(And bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Git It On\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Da Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  When Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (And bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":672349,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nWhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(And bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Git It On\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  When Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (And bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":30348591,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nWhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(And bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Git It On\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  When Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (And bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":29612093,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nwhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Git It On\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":13541097,"name":"LET's GIT IT ON","trackName":"LET's GIT IT ON","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nwhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: LET's GIT IT ON\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: DAH INSTRUMENTALZ\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":23501961,"name":"LET's GIT IT ON","trackName":"LET's GIT IT ON","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":229.752,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nwhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: LET's GIT IT ON\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: DAH INSTRUMENTALZ\n  duration_ms: 229752\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":21806044,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' [Explicit]","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nWhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(And bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Git It On\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  When Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (And bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":9426894,"name":"Let’s Git It On","trackName":"Let’s Git It On","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin’","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nwhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let’s Git It On\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin’\n  duration_ms: 227000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":33616979,"name":"Let's Git It On","trackName":"Let's Git It On","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Gangsta Hip Hop Vol 3","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nWhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! 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(Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let’s Git It On\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun feat. 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(Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) 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(I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! 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(I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"},{"id":37372756,"name":"Smif-n-Wessun - Let's Git It On","trackName":"Smif-n-Wessun - Let's Git It On","artistName":"Ego Trip 1994","albumName":"Ego Trip - Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1994","duration":227.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ah-yea, ah\nI don't think these peeps know\nYo it's finally on for real, duke\nBrothers better recognize\nSmif-N-Wessun up in the chain\nBucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\nRaise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\nAnd the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n(Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\nGet zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\nWhat does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\nAnd those who fake (may be a taste of this)\nAh, true, now what them gon' do,\nwhen Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\nSin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\nBringin' da Ruckus,\nRock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n(Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\nJust get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\nGit it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\nGit it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n(No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\nI got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\nNew on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n(The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\nGotta get with my peeps and get paper)\nNo time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\nWith my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\nTell him hit us off with this phat beat\n(Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\nFeelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\nWe bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n(and bring on the real MC's\nRespect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n(Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n(We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n(So let's git it on!)\n\nBeef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n(Once and for all) settle the score\n(I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\nCops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\nCome and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n(Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n(The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\nAll the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\nWhen beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\nMr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n(No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\nSmif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smif-n-Wessun - Let's Git It On\n  artist: Ego Trip 1994\n  album: Ego Trip - Greatest Hip Hop Singles 1994\n  duration_ms: 227221\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ah-yea, ah\n  I don't think these peeps know\n  Yo it's finally on for real, duke\n  Brothers better recognize\n  Smif-N-Wessun up in the chain\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp, bring it son\n  Raise like a rock, on the block, where the cops carry\n  And the hard rocks carry, with props and black hearts\n  (Meet up with my people on the corner) (in the morn)\n  Get zoned get (on) now prepare to get it (on)\n  What does it take, to get the brake in the world of snakes\n  And those who fake (may be a taste of this)\n  Ah, true, now what them gon' do,\n  when Smif-N-Wessun come lookin' for you\n  Sin! (I'm comin' wit' my Boot Camp Clik) Yea (My troops)\n  Bringin' da Ruckus,\n  Rock and the rap crew, that switch just to get loot\n  (Not tryin' to go out like the recipe, the best\n  Just get to get rough and touch my chest, nothin' less)\n  Git it on! (Smif-N-Wessun and we do it like this)\n  Git it on, I've been playin' my dues for the longest\n  (No more callin' from chest to chest) to whose the strongest\n  I got ya block on lock, now you gettin' dropped\n  New on and on, (Smif-N-Wess, and we never shop)\n  (The underground flavor is major, I check ya later\n  Gotta get with my peeps and get paper)\n  No time for sleep, gotta hit the streets\n  With my peeps (get with Mr. Walt)\n  Tell him hit us off with this phat beat\n  (Hit the sack and rip the track back to back)\n  Feelin' the vibe (come around the Clik, catchin' contacts\n  We bringin' drama to y'all wannabe) (Do me a favor)\n  (and bring on the real MC's\n  Respect the I Representative) It's Smif-N-Wessun\n  (Sent to give you a rundown on how it is) Yo how it is, Dunn?\n  (We do what we do we don't fake it, we just take it)\n  (So let's git it on!)\n\n  Beef knockin' at my front door, time to face drama once more\n  (Once and for all) settle the score\n  (I could feel the heat from the hot concrete\n  Cops walk the beats, but the crooks rule the streets)\n  Come and mingle in the cipher of a no good hood, try to survive\n  (Bucktown!) Boot Camp if you could!\n  (The trouble's no different and the pain's all the same)\n  All the same game (Just mingle wit a different name)\n  When beef gets thick, I stick wit my Boot, Mr. Rippa\n  Mr. Fix, the awesome bricks\n  (No doubt, peepin in ya heart, ya had it paid)\n  Smif-N-Wessun representin' from the cradle to the grave!\n"}]