[{"id":5530972,"name":"P.N.C.","trackName":"P.N.C.","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa\n\nGrab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\nA hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\nYou inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\nWe meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\nGoddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\nWicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\nSo fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\nCuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\nChief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\nYou're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\nAll these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\nI know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\nBig up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\nRest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n(Talking)\n\nAll heads realize (recognize)\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\nAll meanin each and every individual\nWho listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\nThe heads that represent around the way\nShowin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\nRealize what's before ya eyes\nThen see if you see the same real as we\nWhen I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\nNothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\nOriginal Clik, roll thru the thin\nAnd when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\nDoing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\nHelped we at times, to keep our minds organized\nSo our knees don't bend, for the enemy\nTek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n(Talking)\n\nFrom the heart of where it all started\nBucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\nNext, we comin to speak to the real MC's\nCuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\nSmif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\nRunnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\nAnd if he happens to be amongst we\nFuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\nSee me and my Clik got a thing going on\nTrue to the game and the love makes us strong\nFor everyday trials and tribulations\nYou try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\nSee my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\nLeave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\nThe war is on and the stakes is gettin high\nYou kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\nIt's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\nBumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\nPigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\nArmageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\nBut in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\nTakin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\nBless the sensee, that get me irie\nAnd all praises due to all mighty\n\n(Talking)\n\nBefore I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.N.C.\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n\n  Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\n  A hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\n  You inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\n  We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\n  Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\n  Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\n  So fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\n  Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\n  Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\n  You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\n  All these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\n  I know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\n  Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\n  Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  All heads realize (recognize)\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\n  All meanin each and every individual\n  Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\n  The heads that represent around the way\n  Showin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\n  Realize what's before ya eyes\n  Then see if you see the same real as we\n  When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\n  Nothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\n  Original Clik, roll thru the thin\n  And when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\n  Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\n  Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized\n  So our knees don't bend, for the enemy\n  Tek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  From the heart of where it all started\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\n  Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's\n  Cuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\n  Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\n  Runnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\n  And if he happens to be amongst we\n  Fuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\n  See me and my Clik got a thing going on\n  True to the game and the love makes us strong\n  For everyday trials and tribulations\n  You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\n  See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\n  Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\n  The war is on and the stakes is gettin high\n  You kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\n  It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\n  Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\n  Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\n  Armageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\n  But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\n  Takin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\n  Bless the sensee, that get me irie\n  And all praises due to all mighty\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n"},{"id":680290,"name":"P.N.C.","trackName":"P.N.C.","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":341.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa\n\nGrab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\nA hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\nYou inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\nWe meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\nGoddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\nWicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\nSo fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\nCuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\nChief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\nYou're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\nAll these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\nI know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\nBig up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\nRest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n(Talking)\n\nAll heads realize (recognize)\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\nAll meanin each and every individual\nWho listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\nThe heads that represent around the way\nShowin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\nRealize what's before ya eyes\nThen see if you see the same real as we\nWhen I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\nNothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\nOriginal Clik, roll thru the thin\nAnd when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\nDoing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\nHelped we at times, to keep our minds organized\nSo our knees don't bend, for the enemy\nTek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n(Talking)\n\nFrom the heart of where it all started\nBucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\nNext, we comin to speak to the real MC's\nCuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\nSmif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\nRunnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\nAnd if he happens to be amongst we\nFuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\nSee me and my Clik got a thing going on\nTrue to the game and the love makes us strong\nFor everyday trials and tribulations\nYou try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\nSee my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\nLeave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\nThe war is on and the stakes is gettin high\nYou kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\nIt's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\nBumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\nPigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\nArmageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\nBut in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\nTakin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\nBless the sensee, that get me irie\nAnd all praises due to all mighty\n\n(Talking)\n\nBefore I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.N.C.\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 341000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n\n  Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\n  A hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\n  You inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\n  We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\n  Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\n  Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\n  So fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\n  Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\n  Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\n  You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\n  All these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\n  I know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\n  Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\n  Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  All heads realize (recognize)\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\n  All meanin each and every individual\n  Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\n  The heads that represent around the way\n  Showin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\n  Realize what's before ya eyes\n  Then see if you see the same real as we\n  When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\n  Nothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\n  Original Clik, roll thru the thin\n  And when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\n  Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\n  Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized\n  So our knees don't bend, for the enemy\n  Tek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  From the heart of where it all started\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\n  Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's\n  Cuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\n  Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\n  Runnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\n  And if he happens to be amongst we\n  Fuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\n  See me and my Clik got a thing going on\n  True to the game and the love makes us strong\n  For everyday trials and tribulations\n  You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\n  See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\n  Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\n  The war is on and the stakes is gettin high\n  You kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\n  It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\n  Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\n  Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\n  Armageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\n  But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\n  Takin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\n  Bless the sensee, that get me irie\n  And all praises due to all mighty\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n"},{"id":680291,"name":"P.N.C.","trackName":"P.N.C.","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Da Shinin'","duration":341.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa\n\nGrab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\nA hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\nYou inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\nWe meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\nGoddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\nWicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\nSo fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\nCuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\nChief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\nYou're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\nAll these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\nI know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\nBig up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\nRest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n(Talking)\n\nAll heads realize (recognize)\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\nAll meanin each and every individual\nWho listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\nThe heads that represent around the way\nShowin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\nRealize what's before ya eyes\nThen see if you see the same real as we\nWhen I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\nNothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\nOriginal Clik, roll thru the thin\nAnd when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\nDoing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\nHelped we at times, to keep our minds organized\nSo our knees don't bend, for the enemy\nTek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n(Talking)\n\nFrom the heart of where it all started\nBucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\nNext, we comin to speak to the real MC's\nCuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\nSmif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\nRunnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\nAnd if he happens to be amongst we\nFuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\nSee me and my Clik got a thing going on\nTrue to the game and the love makes us strong\nFor everyday trials and tribulations\nYou try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\nSee my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\nLeave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\nThe war is on and the stakes is gettin high\nYou kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\nIt's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\nBumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\nPigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\nArmageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\nBut in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\nTakin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\nBless the sensee, that get me irie\nAnd all praises due to all mighty\n\n(Talking)\n\nBefore I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.N.C.\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Da Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 341000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n\n  Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\n  A hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\n  You inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\n  We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\n  Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\n  Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\n  So fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\n  Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\n  Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\n  You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\n  All these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\n  I know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\n  Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\n  Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  All heads realize (recognize)\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\n  All meanin each and every individual\n  Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\n  The heads that represent around the way\n  Showin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\n  Realize what's before ya eyes\n  Then see if you see the same real as we\n  When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\n  Nothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\n  Original Clik, roll thru the thin\n  And when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\n  Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\n  Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized\n  So our knees don't bend, for the enemy\n  Tek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  From the heart of where it all started\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\n  Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's\n  Cuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\n  Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\n  Runnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\n  And if he happens to be amongst we\n  Fuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\n  See me and my Clik got a thing going on\n  True to the game and the love makes us strong\n  For everyday trials and tribulations\n  You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\n  See my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\n  Leave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\n  The war is on and the stakes is gettin high\n  You kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\n  It's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\n  Bumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\n  Pigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\n  Armageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\n  But in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\n  Takin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\n  Bless the sensee, that get me irie\n  And all praises due to all mighty\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n"},{"id":30543603,"name":"P.N.C.","trackName":"P.N.C.","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa\n\nGrab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\nA hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\nYou inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\nWe meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\nGoddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\nWicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\nSo fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\nCuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\nChief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\nYou're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\nAll these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\nI know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\nBig up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\nRest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n(Talking)\n\nAll heads realize (recognize)\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise (you better recognize)\nAll meanin each and every individual\nWho listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\nThe heads that represent around the way\nShowin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\nRealize what's before ya eyes\nThen see if you see the same real as we\nWhen I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\nNothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\nOriginal Clik, roll thru the thin\nAnd when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\nDoing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\nHelped we at times, to keep our minds organized\nSo our knees don't bend, for the enemy\nTek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n(Talking)\n\nFrom the heart of where it all started\nBucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\nNext, we comin to speak to the real MC's\nCuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\nSmif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\nRunnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\nAnd if he happens to be amongst we\nFuck this, we bring him to court and serve justice\n\nSee me and my Clik got a thing going on\nTrue to the game and the love makes us strong\nFor everyday trials and tribulations\nYou try to stop us, get rocked by a nation\nSee my forefront of soldiers, ready to blow ya\nLeave ya back broke and ya body slumped over\nThe war is on and the stakes is gettin high\nYou kill a man dead if him shit where him lie\nIt's the code of the streets, when you out wit ya peeps\nBumpin on the beat, be on point for the sweeps\nPigs, harass that ass for the drug cash\nArmageddeon soon come, keep the gun stashed\nBut in the meanwhile, cess ease the stress\nTakin gun shots through the nose, to the chest\nBless the sensee, that get me irie\nAnd all praises due to all mighty\n\n(Talking)\n\nBefore I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.N.C.\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\n  Reminisce over words that was once said\n  By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\n  When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you 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Who listen to that voice in ya head when it be kickin truth\n  The heads that represent around the way\n  Showin and provin, keepin it movin till they break day\n  Realize what's before ya eyes\n  Then see if you see the same real as we\n  When I say Smif-N-Wessun, this is what I mean\n  Nothin alive or in dreams could ever come between\n  Original Clik, roll thru the thin\n  And when shit got thick, we still managed to stick\n  Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside of the times\n  Helped we at times, to keep our minds organized\n  So our knees don't bend, for the enemy\n  Tek and me, crime partners til the end\n\n  (Talking)\n\n  From the heart of where it all started\n  Bucktown, Boot Camp representin for all the dearly departed\n  Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's\n  Cuz the weak MC's blow in the breeze\n  Smif-N-Wessun holds the remedy\n  Runnin wit the Boot Camp on the search for the enemy\n  And if he happens to be amongst we\n  Fuck this, we bring him to court and serve 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ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n"},{"id":29460223,"name":"P.N.C.","trackName":"P.N.C.","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I go to bed, I take a L to the head\nReminisce over words that was once said\nBy my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold\nWhen under pressure, don't fold\nTo my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\nI wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\nSmif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\nOne love baby pa\n\nGrab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\nA hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\nYou inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\nWe meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\nGoddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\nWicked bad boy, stash 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When under pressure, don't fold\n  To my brother, my nigga Rambo, you know we love ya\n  I wish you was around, to see us rip through the underground\n  Smif-N-Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady, the R\n  One love baby pa\n\n  Grab a hold of your heart and visualize as I kick it\n  A hollow point slug comin out a black biscuit\n  You inches from death, we round to the corner, comin quick\n  We meth'd out our minds and just don't give a shit\n  Goddamn it, gun shots we bust from the clip\n  Wicked bad boy, stash the burner on my hip\n  So fill ya oathes and get dead Mr. Buster\n  Cuz we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas\n  Chief the black bar, hard to do a ride-by\n  You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die\n  All these MC's wit your fancy names and gang\n  I know from the heart, that it not mean a thing\n  Big up to all the real heads, wit the knuckle game\n  Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and slain\n\n  (talking)\n\n  All heads realize 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