[{"id":30783069,"name":"Next Shit","trackName":"Next Shit","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Next Shit\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":29460089,"name":"Next Shit","trackName":"Next Shit","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Next Shit\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":9405988,"name":"Next Shit","trackName":"Next Shit","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Next Shit\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":34017943,"name":"Next Shit","trackName":"Next Shit","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Next Shit\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":687803,"name":"Shinin ......Next Shit","trackName":"Shinin ......Next Shit","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Da Shinin'","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Buckshot)\n\n[Tek]\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the drink without packin the burner\nGot the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n[Talking on phone]\n\n[Steele]\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and di-shift to the fast lane?\nWe got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do\nTo set this shit straight\n\n[Tek]\nAnd that's word to my breadwin Madman\nGive the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sick entire loose click\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n[Talking]\n\n[Steele]\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic,\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so,\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny muffie test, see we out for call\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the banner and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n[Chorus: Buckshot]\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York,\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.02] (Feat. Buckshot)\n[00:10.14] [Tek]\n[01:03.78] Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n[01:06.07] Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock\n[01:08.45] Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n[01:11.29] Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n[01:14.04] Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n[01:16.67] Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n[01:19.36] Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders\n[01:22.25] Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n[01:24.93] Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n[01:27.25] His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n[01:29.94] Never leave the drink without packin the burner\n[01:33.10] Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered\n[01:35.86] It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n[01:38.47] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n[01:41.11] Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n[01:43.88] Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n[01:47.85] [Talking on phone]\n[02:08.51] [Steele]\n[02:08.83] Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways\n[02:11.12] That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n[02:13.77] I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n[02:16.89] Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane?\n[02:19.30] We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread\n[02:21.79] We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n[02:24.72] Time to make a call and get on the ball\n[02:27.14] (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n[02:30.08] Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n[02:32.46] But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n[02:34.54] But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n[02:38.80] Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n[02:41.09] We can do this for worse or for better\n[02:42.92] Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n[02:45.48] So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do\n[02:49.85] To set this shit straight\n[02:51.52] [Tek]\n[02:51.91] And that's word to my breadwin Madman\n[02:53.62] Give the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland\n[02:56.79] Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n[02:59.67] Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n[03:02.55] Boot Camp Clik sick entire loose click\n[03:04.94] Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n[03:07.61] [Talking]\n[03:18.45] [Steele]\n[03:18.70] Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n[03:21.28] Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n[03:23.66] We represent the hearts of the criminilistic,\n[03:26.68] Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n[03:29.14] Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n[03:31.38] Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n[03:34.32] If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n[03:37.85] Step to my biz like so,\n[03:39.56] When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n[03:42.81] Any muffie test, see we out for call\n[03:45.75] Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n[03:48.75] Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n[03:51.03] Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n[03:53.68] We take the banner and wrap around the head of an\n[03:56.24] Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n[03:58.69] Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n[04:01.82] [Chorus: Buckshot]\n[04:07.64] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n[04:12.18] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n[04:17.75] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n[04:22.73] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n[04:27.14] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n[04:29.88] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York,\n[04:37.35] Shit is real, so they pack steel\n[04:39.75] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n[04:42.47] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n[04:50.52] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n[04:56.51] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n[05:01.12] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n[05:06.64] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n[05:12.26] Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n[05:17.62] So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n[05:22.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shinin ......Next Shit\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Da Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the drink without packin the burner\nGot the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n[Talking on phone]\n\n[Steele]\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and di-shift to the fast lane?\nWe got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do\nTo set this shit straight\n\n[Tek]\nAnd that's word to my breadwin Madman\nGive the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sick entire loose click\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n[Talking]\n\n[Steele]\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic,\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so,\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny muffie test, see we out for call\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the banner and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n[Chorus: Buckshot]\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York,\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.02] (Feat. 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That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty sniff riders\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the drink without packin the burner\n  Got the streets smart, seen for killin be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  [Talking on phone]\n\n  [Steele]\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes and ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and di-shift to the fast lane?\n  We got a mind, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gon do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  [Tek]\n  And that's word to my breadwin Madman\n  Give the left hand, and in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sick entire loose click\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  [Talking]\n\n  [Steele]\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic,\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so,\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any muffie test, see we out for call\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the banner and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  [Chorus: Buckshot]\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York,\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":24663816,"name":"Shinin… Next Shit","trackName":"Shinin… Next Shit","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":330.746667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shinin… Next Shit\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 330747\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":9426889,"name":"Shinin… Next Shit","trackName":"Shinin… Next Shit","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin’","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shinin… Next Shit\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin’\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":33407582,"name":"Shinin... 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That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shinin... 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That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":40090293,"name":"Next Shit (LP Version)","trackName":"Next Shit (LP Version)","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":331.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\nWe doin' it like this\nOn the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\nHa original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\nBlaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Next Shit (LP Version)\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 330747\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"},{"id":32140475,"name":"Shinin......Next Shit (Feat. 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That's my alarm clock a-shot\nEmpty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\nOut on a mission, for the green, wit his team\nTwistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\nAlways red eye wit an evil schemin mind\nPullin off things wit his partners in crime\nNot a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\nRunnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\nLoungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\nHis right hands man, on his side, to the left\nNever leave the joint without packin the burner\nGot the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\nIt's, no relaxin, just taxin\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\nSupportin habits is gettin too hectic\nGotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n(talking on phone)\n\nPressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\nThat have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\nI think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\nOr flip and just shift to the fast lane?\nWe gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\nWe workin wit cement try to make bricks\nTime to make a call and get on the ball\n(Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\nHeads recognize me, so they might supply me\nBut if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\nBut I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\nMe, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\nWe can do this for worse or for better\nMe and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\nSo, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\nTo set this shit straight\n\nAnd that's word to my bredrin Madman\nGive the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\nRack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\nPass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\nBoot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\nSnooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n(talking)\n\nBig up original crooks from the side of the earth\nWhere you take all your stakes for what it's worth\nWe represent the hearts of the criminilistic\nFlippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\nFucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\nIs you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\nIf so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\nStep to my biz like so\nWhen I show individuals skills on the battle field\nAny man fi test, see we out to kill\nCuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\nBlue chip on his show, get trampled\nAnother villain is planned just banned, dead\nWe take the band and wrap around the head of an\nOriginal dead boy down wit the Devil\nSnooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\nShit is real, so they pack steel\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\nStoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\nSo Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Shinin......Next Shit (Feat. Buckshot)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin\n  duration_ms: 331000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah yeah, duck down in the house like this\n  We doin' it like this\n  On the Bob Marley blunted tip you know what I'm sayin'\n  Ha original crook style like this, that ol next shit\n\n  Blaka! That's my alarm clock a-shot\n  Empty out the clip, of a hooded kids Glock\n  Out on a mission, for the green, wit his team\n  Twistin up buds, puffin on, bloods, I mean\n  Always red eye wit an evil schemin mind\n  Pullin off things wit his partners in crime\n  Not a care in the world, he's seen plenty stiff bodies\n  Runnin up in spots wit the calico and shotties\n  Loungin on his strip wit his Timbs and his meth\n  His right hands man, on his side, to the left\n  Never leave the joint without packin the burner\n  Got the street smarts, either kill or be murdered\n  It's, no relaxin, just taxin\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, when you black and\n  Supportin habits is gettin too hectic\n  Gotta kick it wit my son about some ol' Next Shit\n\n  (talking on phone)\n\n  Pressures be buildin in my mind sometimes in ways\n  That have me countin the many reasons why crime pays\n  I think about the hustlin games, should I maintain\n  Or flip and just shift to the fast lane?\n  We gotta mob, but it takes dough to make bread\n  We workin wit cement try to make bricks\n  Time to make a call and get on the ball\n  (Can't front G cuz we won't be ones to take a fall)\n  Heads recognize me, so they might supply me\n  But if they try me, that wouldn't surprise me\n  But I & I keep eyes open, for those who lie scopin\n  Me, hopin, we won't survive, whatever\n  We can do this for worse or for better\n  Me and my Partner N Crime, is going thru this together\n  So, knowin we can't avoid all snakes, we gon' do whatever we gotta do\n  To set this shit straight\n\n  And that's word to my bredrin Madman\n  Give the left hand, in response, say hello to my Timberland\n  Rack emcees up, and I crack emcees up\n  Pass the owl, so I can twist these trees up\n  Boot Camp Clik sink entire loose lips\n  Snooze while me and my crew do some Next Shit\n\n  (talking)\n\n  Big up original crooks from the side of the earth\n  Where you take all your stakes for what it's worth\n  We represent the hearts of the criminilistic\n  Flippish, prepare to draw your biscuit\n  Fucked up before shit, let's get wit the now\n  Is you down, or is you just gon lamp in the background\n  If so, let me know, cuz I gotta keep a steady flow\n  Step to my biz like so\n  When I show individuals skills on the battle field\n  Any man fi test, see we out to kill\n  Cuz each and every soldier holds the name of the Camp\n  Blue chip on his show, get trampled\n  Another villain is planned just banned, dead\n  We take the band and wrap around the head of an\n  Original dead boy down wit the Devil\n  Snooze, as me and my crews, move to the next level\n\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, yeah\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk in New York\n  Shit is real, so they pack steel\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk my nigga...\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Walk\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, my nigga\n  Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk, in New York, shit is real\n  So Stoned Is The Way Of The Walk...\n"}]