[{"id":38695209,"name":"Wontime","trackName":"Wontime","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Wontime / Stand Strong","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nrepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nkeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nbut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nand static smokin lyes more than a habit\nand our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like the beast out for prey\nBack in the island pullin more jooks by the day\nTakin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\nBoot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n(Steele)\nGet out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\nAnd my fleet packs heat\nAin't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\nI got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\nGot ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\nI roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\nAnd my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n(Tek)\nSee we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\nIn the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\nIf you dont know me dont even come in my circle\nFuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\nBumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\nAs I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:23.26]Before I lay my head down ta rest\n[00:25.35]I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n[00:28.80]The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n[00:30.62]They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n[00:34.17]I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n[00:37.08]Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n[00:39.66]Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n[00:42.57]Kill the he say she say check what we say\n[00:44.61](Tek)\n[00:45.48]I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n[00:47.34]Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n[00:49.91]Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n[00:53.17]You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n[00:55.86]Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n[00:57.53]Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n[00:59.91]Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n[01:02.85]Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n[01:05.22]Repeat 2X\n[01:05.78](Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n[01:07.82](Steele) Wontime\n[01:08.86](Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n[01:10.79](Steele) Wontime\n[01:12.60](Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n[01:14.18](Steele) Wontime\n[01:14.91](Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n[01:31.03](Steele)\n[01:37.62]Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n[01:39.72]Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n[01:43.19]New plates same faces from the last joint\n[01:46.01]Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n[01:48.46]In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n[01:51.16]Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n[01:54.06]Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n[01:56.46]Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n[01:58.89](Watch ya back shorty!)\n[02:00.13]Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n[02:02.03]Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n[02:04.73](Tek)\n[02:05.29]Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n[02:07.14]Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n[02:09.71]Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n[02:12.33]Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n[02:15.24]Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n[02:18.49]Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n[02:21.37]Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n[02:23.46]Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n[02:26.20]Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n[02:28.54]Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n[02:38.78](Steele)\n[02:43.47]Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n[02:45.66]But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n[02:48.04]I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n[02:50.36]Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n[02:52.75]Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n[02:56.21]I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n[02:58.67](Tek)\n[02:59.18]Word Life my semi-automatic\n[03:00.41]And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n[03:02.39]And our victims die tragic\n[03:03.96]We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n[03:06.52]Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n[03:09.23]Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n[03:11.82]Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n[03:14.77](Steele)\n[03:15.30]Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n[03:16.90]And my fleet packs heat\n[03:18.50]Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n[03:20.03]I got money on my 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the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  and our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":27841118,"name":"Wontime","trackName":"Wontime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Wontime bw Stand Strong","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nRepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nKeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nBut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nAnd static smokin lyes more than a habit\nAnd our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like the beast out for prey\nBack in the island pullin more jooks by the day\nTakin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\nBoot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n(Steele)\nGet out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\nAnd my fleet packs heat\nAin't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\nI got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\nGot ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\nI roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\nAnd my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n(Tek)\nSee we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\nIn the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\nIf you dont know me dont even come in my circle\nFuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\nBumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\nAs I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wontime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Wontime bw Stand Strong\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I lay my head down ta rest\n  I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n  The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n  They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n  I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n  Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  Repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":32822734,"name":"Wontime (Clean Radio Version)","trackName":"Wontime (Clean Radio Version)","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Wontime bw Stand Strong","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There will always be non-believers, I'm sure\nFor some, it'll only take one time\nFor others, it'll take much more\nWho knows what's in store?\n\nBefore I lay my head down to rest\nI hit the floor and do fifty reps for the heads that left\nSee, equality does me justice\nCalisthenics keep me fit to deal with tricks who can't be trusted\nI could never put up with them who fronted\nEven though some I used to run with and get dumb with\nDon't come with foreplay 'cause we deal the raw way\nKill the he-say, she-say, check what we say\n\nI'm dwellin' in the cellar with my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin' up the 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You've just been had\nBy two litty shorties who do dirt fast\nJuvies do be runnin' wild in this vicinity\nKeep an open eye 'cause now I sleep with the enemy\nReady to thump with any chump with ideas\nNobody move, nobody gets blown from ears to rears\n\nLoosies for sale, two dollars, nothin' below\nI'm back up in the joint, I've been remanded by my P.O\nNow I'm behind bars where scars come in pairs\nStroopin' with my flowers for the unknowns that I fix in here\nFlippin' on the rich-ass, got cash in commissary\n'Cause I ain't goin' home 'til Neveruary\nAnother rejection letter from the head of chief\nNow that's more beef, more weeks I won't see the streets\nHeads know what's the word 'cause the grill is blank\nOnce again, it's on, sucker types, grab your shanks\n\nOne rhyme for the snitch droppin' dimes (One time)\nOne rhyme for the heads doin' time (One time)\nOne rhyme for the crooks committin' crimes (One time)\nOne rhyme, one time for your mind\n\nWell, I was taught two wrongs don't make a right\nBut me and Rip have been real tight for a while and everything's aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin' from basement to attic with static if you got your'matics\nWho's the next up for heads up? 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You've just been had\n  By two litty shorties who do dirt fast\n  Juvies do be runnin' wild in this vicinity\n  Keep an open eye 'cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  Ready to thump with any chump with ideas\n  Nobody move, nobody gets blown from ears to rears\n\n  Loosies for sale, two dollars, nothin' below\n  I'm back up in the joint, I've been remanded by my P.O\n  Now I'm behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Stroopin' with my flowers for the unknowns that I fix in here\n  Flippin' on the rich-ass, got cash in commissary\n  'Cause I ain't goin' home 'til Neveruary\n  Another rejection letter from the head of chief\n  Now that's more beef, more weeks I won't see the streets\n  Heads know what's the word 'cause the grill is blank\n  Once again, it's on, sucker types, grab your shanks\n\n  One rhyme for the snitch droppin' dimes (One time)\n  One rhyme for the heads doin' time (One time)\n  One rhyme for the crooks committin' crimes (One time)\n  One rhyme, one time for your mind\n\n  Well, I was taught two wrongs don't make a right\n  But me and Rip have been real tight for a while and everything's aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin' from basement to attic with static if you got your'matics\n  Who's the next up for heads up? When my lead's used up\n  I get my baseball bat, so you get bruised up\n\n  Word life, we build on universal mathematics\n  Don't deal with the babbits that tightens up the cabbage\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Packin' the ammo, pullin' more juks by the day\n  Takin' loot with my grimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and ain't no way that you can stop us\n\n  Get out my way, punk, we comin' through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat, ain't nothin' sweet, we plays for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my gat\n  Gots to get mine 'cause my life's on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my bred-dread D-to-the-O-G\n\n  See, we be hittin' up the roots spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin' right with the hoods on the blocks\n  If you don't know, we don't need, so come in our circle\n  Mess around and get me vexed and I'ma hurt you\n  Soldier Y, frontline, one time\n  As we hit you with a rhyme to elevate 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I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nBut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my 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stress\n[00:27.93] The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n[00:30.28] They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n[00:32.75] I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n[00:35.79] Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n[00:38.44] Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n[00:40.79] Kill the he say she say check what we say\n[00:43.77] (Tek)\n[00:44.98] I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n[00:46.68] Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n[00:50.80] Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n[00:52.13] You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n[00:54.47] Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n[00:56.96] Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n[00:59.66] Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n[01:02.11] Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n[01:05.35] repeat 2X\n[01:07.22] (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n[01:08.07] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:09.31] (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n[01:10.56] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:11.48] (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n[01:12.83] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:13.99] (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n[01:16.05] (Steele)\n[01:17.06] Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n[01:21.40] \n[01:39.51] Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n[01:42.48] New plates same faces from the last joint\n[01:45.47] Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n[01:48.19] In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n[01:50.41] Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n[01:53.40] Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n[01:56.12] keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n[01:58.89] (Watch ya back shorty!)\n[02:00.76] Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n[02:02.62] Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n[02:04.53] (Tek)\n[02:05.35] Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n[02:07.00] Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n[02:09.51] Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n[02:12.14] Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n[02:15.00] Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n[02:17.54] Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n[02:19.82] Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n[02:23.07] Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n[02:25.92] Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n[02:28.43] Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n[02:31.23] (Steele)\n[02:33.33] Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n[02:37.89] \n[02:45.11] but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n[02:47.64] I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n[02:50.48] Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n[02:52.90] Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n[02:58.88] I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n[03:01.18] (Tek)\n[03:02.15] Word Life my semi-automatic\n[03:03.64] and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n[03:05.39] and our victims die tragic\n[03:07.64] We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n[03:14.31] Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n[03:15.69] Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n[03:16.85] Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n[03:18.72] (Steele)\n[03:19.82] Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n[03:20.64] And my fleet packs heat\n[03:22.18] Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n[03:23.14] I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n[03:25.68] Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n[03:27.84] I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n[03:29.04] And my Brethren D to the O-G\n[03:30.79] (Tek)\n[03:31.59] See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n[03:32.85] In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n[03:34.94] If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n[03:38.01] Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n[03:41.23] Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya 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nine\n  start_ms: 221230\n  end_ms: 224360\n- text: As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n  start_ms: 224360\n  end_ms: 225750\nplain: |-\n  Before I lay my head down ta rest\n  I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n  The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n  They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n  I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n  Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  Repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my 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used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  and our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you 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aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin' from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and you'll get bruised up\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin' lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin' more jooks by the day\n  Takin' loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and ain't no way that you can stop us\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin' through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nothin' sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my life's on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n  See we be hittin' up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cipher gettin' high with the hoods on the block\n  If you don't know me don't even come in my 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They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n  I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n  Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  Repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the 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shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":9426885,"name":"Wontime","trackName":"Wontime","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin’","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nrepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nkeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nbut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nand static smokin lyes more than a habit\nand our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like 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(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  and our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":28434709,"name":"Wontime","trackName":"Wontime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Defiant's HipHop & Underground Rap Collection Vol.3","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nRepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nKeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nBut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nAnd static smokin lyes more than a habit\nAnd our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like the beast out for prey\nBack in the island pullin more jooks by the day\nTakin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\nBoot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n(Steele)\nGet out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\nAnd my fleet packs heat\nAin't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\nI got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\nGot ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\nI roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\nAnd my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n(Tek)\nSee we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\nIn the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\nIf you dont know me dont even come in my circle\nFuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\nBumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\nAs I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wontime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Defiant's HipHop & Underground Rap Collection Vol.3\n  duration_ms: 282000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I lay my head down ta rest\n  I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n  The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n  They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n  I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n  Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  Repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":18368246,"name":"Stand Strong (Instrumental)","trackName":"Stand Strong (Instrumental)","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Wontime bw Stand Strong","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I walk around town with the pound strapped down,\nthat's only because it's mad real in Bucktown.\nIt gets mad deep in the streets,\nwhen you gotta watch ya back for beasts, enemies even ya peeps.\nI step to my business stand strong on my own two,\ndo what I have have to do to get true.\nIf you for real then you know the deal,\nI do or die and I never ran never will.\n\nDaybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,\nniggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.\nBreakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,\nAw boy go head me but no boy wan die!\nWatch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,\nget yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.\nSee, let me explain this ain't no game,\nthe words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.\nYou understand where I'm coming from slim,\nBucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in.\nIf you want to see me have some sensei,\nkeep your actions real everything will be ire.\nWicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot,\ncause the roots silly around my way to get hot.\nHad to relocate, update with my inner,\nfeel and destroy when I step in the center.\nA decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,\nBoot Camp Click no doubt that's right.\nNow you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,\nfrom throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.\nMr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims,\nhurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.\nNow you call yourself a man, I cram to understand,\nnever step into ya business less ya got a clan.\n\nWhen I come around the block,\nI give mad love to the heads that I know,\nwhile the heads that I don't know watch.\nAs I step to my business they witness me,\nconsistently building with my family.\nJealously makes them enemies,\nso when I'm nice step correctly and my?\nIndividuals who chose to use life for granted,\nwhat cha' gon when it's demanded.\nWhen your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,\nof a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.\nI hope ya niggas get right this time,\ncause in this life of mine I'm going out for crime.\nAnd I believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,\nsome do have tricks up them sleeves(but we).\nCrack down on the wack found background Bucktown\nget down if your with then now.\nCause what's happening theres a whole lot of flappin',\nbut watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in.\nBoot Camp organizing in the streets,\nin the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep.\nCause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,\nor a glock to your frame.\nBasic training Boot Camp don't let shit slide,\nso we be ready for what be on the brick side.\n\nStraight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stand Strong (Instrumental)\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Wontime bw Stand Strong\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I walk around town with the pound strapped down,\n  that's only because it's mad real in Bucktown.\n  It gets mad deep in the streets,\n  when you gotta watch ya back for beasts, enemies even ya peeps.\n  I step to my business stand strong on my own two,\n  do what I have have to do to get true.\n  If you for real then you know the deal,\n  I do or die and I never ran never will.\n\n  Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more,\n  niggas drowning in blackness stretched on da floor.\n  Breakfast is served the killa dilla from the sky,\n  Aw boy go head me but no boy wan die!\n  Watch the thin line 'nough rap and reality,\n  get yourself hurt even cause fatal causality.\n  See, let me explain this ain't no game,\n  the words you talking have you coming right up out your frame.\n  You understand where I'm coming from slim,\n  Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in.\n  If you want to see me have some sensei,\n  keep your actions real everything will be ire.\n  Wicked minded youth dem'll lick off a shot,\n  cause the roots silly around my way to get hot.\n  Had to relocate, update with my inner,\n  feel and destroy when I step in the center.\n  A decipher in the night, woo rolled tight,\n  Boot Camp Click no doubt that's right.\n  Now you sank in the sadem, asking me to stop them,\n  from throwing away your sloppy double chinned husband.\n  Mr. Ripper I got lyrics out the Tims,\n  hurt dem pride so bad make ya never talk again.\n  Now you call yourself a man, I cram to understand,\n  never step into ya business less ya got a clan.\n\n  When I come around the block,\n  I give mad love to the heads that I know,\n  while the heads that I don't know watch.\n  As I step to my business they witness me,\n  consistently building with my family.\n  Jealously makes them enemies,\n  so when I'm nice step correctly and my?\n  Individuals who chose to use life for granted,\n  what cha' gon when it's demanded.\n  When your boys leave ya stranded in the mist,\n  of a battle where you get that ass shattered at your own risk.\n  I hope ya niggas get right this time,\n  cause in this life of mine I'm going out for crime.\n  And I believe, you got to take what you want to achieve,\n  some do have tricks up them sleeves(but we).\n  Crack down on the wack found background Bucktown\n  get down if your with then now.\n  Cause what's happening theres a whole lot of flappin',\n  but watch what'll happen if we bring gun clappers in.\n  Boot Camp organizing in the streets,\n  in the industry on the rise with my peeps, but don't sleep.\n  Cause you only manage to gain a mental block on your brain,\n  or a glock to your frame.\n  Basic training Boot Camp don't let shit slide,\n  so we be ready for what be on the brick side.\n\n  Straight like that beat minus for ya crumbs!\n"},{"id":5532040,"name":"Wontime (Feat. Rock)","trackName":"Wontime (Feat. Rock)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nRepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nKeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nBut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nAnd static smokin lyes more than a habit\nAnd our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like the beast out for prey\nBack in the island pullin more jooks by the day\nTakin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\nBoot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n(Steele)\nGet out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\nAnd my fleet packs heat\nAin't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\nI got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\nGot ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\nI roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\nAnd my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n(Tek)\nSee we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\nIn the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\nIf you dont know me dont even come in my circle\nFuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\nBumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\nAs I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wontime (Feat. Rock)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin\n  duration_ms: 281000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Before I lay my head down ta rest\n  I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n  The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n  They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n  I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n  Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n  Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n  Kill the he say she say check what we say\n\n  (Tek)\n  I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n  Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n  Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n  You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n  Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n  Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n  Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n  Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\n  Repeat 2X\n\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n  (Steele) Wontime\n  (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n  (Steele)\n  Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n  Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n  New plates same faces from the last joint\n  Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n  In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n  Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n  Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n  Keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n  (Watch ya back shorty!)\n  Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n  Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n  (Tek)\n  Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n  Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n  Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n  Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n  Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n  Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  But me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  And static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  And our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\n  I got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\n  Got ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\n  I roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\n  And my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n  (Tek)\n  See we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\n  In the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\n  If you dont know me dont even come in my circle\n  Fuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\n  Bumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\n  As I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind\n"},{"id":31816787,"name":"Wontime Feat. Roc","trackName":"Wontime Feat. Roc","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Before I lay my head down ta rest\nI roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\nThe herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\nThey fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\nI put up with none of them punks who front shit\nEven though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\nFuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\nKill the he say she say check what we say\n\n(Tek)\nI'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\nLoadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\nSmif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\nYou let info slip out so its dead ya get\nHere's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\nDeath fills the air along with the scent of boom\nOpen ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\nOff with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n\nrepeat 2X\n\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n(Steele) Wontime\n(Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n\n(Steele)\nSittin in the pens with my back against the gate\nHot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\nNew plates same faces from the last joint\nGot my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\nIn the parallel cell mad niggas flip\nCause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\nJuveniles buck wild in this vicinity\nkeep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n(Watch ya back shorty!)\nReady ta thump wit any chump without theirs\nNobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n\n(Tek)\nThinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\nCause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\nNow behind bars where scars come in pairs\nTroopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\nFlippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\nCause I ain't goin home ta never worry\nAnother straight up \"No\" comin from the board\nKeep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\nNiggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\nOnce again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n(Steele)\nWell I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\nbut me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\nI got one in store for hardcore fanatics\nBangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\nWho's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\nI'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n(Tek)\nWord Life my semi-automatic\nand static smokin lyes more than a habit\nand our victims die tragic\nWe stalk around like the beast out for prey\nBack in the island pullin more jooks by the day\nTakin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\nBoot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n(Steele)\nGet out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\nAnd my fleet packs heat\nAin't nuttin sweet we play for keeps\nI got money on my mind and my hand on my nine\nGot ta get mine cause my lifes on the line\nI roll with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me\nAnd my Brethren D to the O-G\n\n(Tek)\nSee we be hittin up Boom spots a lot\nIn the cypher gettin high with the hoods on the block\nIf you dont know me dont even come in my circle\nFuck around and get me vexed then I'ma hurt you\nBumba claat rude bwoy lick off ya nine\nAs I hit you one time for ya fuckin mind","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.62] Before I lay my head down ta rest\n[00:25.63] I roll up a nickel sack of cess ta relieve the stress\n[00:27.93] The herb and the Calisthenics do a nigga justice\n[00:30.28] They fake cause Im a snake and cant be trusted\n[00:32.75] I put up with none of them punks who front shit\n[00:35.79] Even though some I used ta run wit and smoke blunts wit\n[00:38.44] Fuck the foreplay lets do shit the raw way\n[00:40.79] Kill the he say she say check what we say\n[00:43.77] (Tek)\n[00:44.98] I'm dwellin in the cellar wit my niggas Heltah Skeltah\n[00:46.68] Loadin up the clips wit lyrics punks run for shelter\n[00:50.80] Smif-N-Wessun's on the loose with a noose for yo neck\n[00:52.13] You let info slip out so its dead ya get\n[00:54.47] Here's the Black Moon we creepin up in ya room\n[00:56.96] Death fills the air along with the scent of boom\n[00:59.66] Open ya eyes motherfuckers and greet ya fears\n[01:02.11] Off with the head of a snitch then we outta here\n[01:05.35] repeat 2X\n[01:07.22] (Rock) Won rhyme for the snitch droppin dime\n[01:08.07] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:09.31] (Rock) Won rhyme for the heads doin time\n[01:10.56] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:11.48] (Rock) Won rhyme for the crooks commitin crime\n[01:12.83] (Steele) Wontime\n[01:13.99] (Rock) Wontime for ya muthafuckin mind\n[01:16.05] (Steele)\n[01:17.06] Sittin in the pens with my back against the gate\n[01:21.40] \n[01:39.51] Hot as a fuck cant wait ta get that bus headin upstate\n[01:42.48] New plates same faces from the last joint\n[01:45.47] Got my banger so when danger come Ill be on point\n[01:48.19] In the parallel cell mad niggas flip\n[01:50.41] Cause some think theyre doin dip just got his ass ripped\n[01:53.40] Juveniles buck wild in this vicinity\n[01:56.12] keep an open eye cause now I sleep with the enemy\n[01:58.89] (Watch ya back shorty!)\n[02:00.76] Ready ta thump wit any chump without theirs\n[02:02.62] Nobody move nobody gets blown from here ta rear\n[02:04.53] (Tek)\n[02:05.35] Thinkin of a way ta get even wit my P.O.\n[02:07.00] Cause I knew the bitch dicked a nigga on the D-Lo\n[02:09.51] Now behind bars where scars come in pairs\n[02:12.14] Troopin wit my blowers in case these niggas wanna bring it here\n[02:15.00] Flippin on the bitch ass, got cash and commissary\n[02:17.54] Cause I ain't goin home ta never worry\n[02:19.82] Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n[02:23.07] Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n[02:25.92] Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n[02:28.43] Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n[02:31.23] (Steele)\n[02:33.33] Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n[02:37.89] \n[02:45.11] but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n[02:47.64] I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n[02:50.48] Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n[02:52.90] Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n[02:58.88] I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n[03:01.18] (Tek)\n[03:02.15] Word Life my semi-automatic\n[03:03.64] and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n[03:05.39] and our victims die tragic\n[03:07.64] We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n[03:14.31] Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n[03:15.69] Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n[03:16.85] Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n[03:18.72] (Steele)\n[03:19.82] Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n[03:20.64] And my fleet packs heat\n[03:22.18] Ain't nuttin sweet we 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worry\n  Another straight up \"No\" comin from the board\n  Keep my anger hidden til I'm back up in the ward\n  Niggas know whats the word cause the grill is blank\n  Once again its on sucka-type grab yo shank\n\n  (Steele)\n  Well I was taught two wrongs dont make a right\n  but me and Ripper been real tight for awhile an everythings aight\n  I got one in store for hardcore fanatics\n  Bangin from basement ta attic put static if ya got dramatics\n  Who's the next up for heads, when my leads used up\n  I'll use my baseball bats and youll get bruised up\n\n  (Tek)\n  Word Life my semi-automatic\n  and static smokin lyes more than a habit\n  and our victims die tragic\n  We stalk around like the beast out for prey\n  Back in the island pullin more jooks by the day\n  Takin loot wit my crimeys on the run from the coppers\n  Boot Camp's on the map and aint no way that you can stop us\n\n  (Steele)\n  Get out my way nigga, I'm comin through deep\n  And my fleet packs heat\n  Ain't nuttin 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