[{"id":20941524,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Smif-n-wessun","duration":245.292583,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nAnd all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(Okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Smif-n-wessun\n  duration_ms: 245293\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  Repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":14114883,"name":"Wrektime (Instrumental)","trackName":"Wrektime (Instrumental)","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Wrektime b/w K.I.M.","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nand who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nthree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\npuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nthrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nthe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nhit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nand catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nroll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nand all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nand you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nchill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime (Instrumental)\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Wrektime b/w K.I.M.\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":14130995,"name":"Wrektime - Vocal","trackName":"Wrektime - Vocal","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Wrektime b/w K.I.M.","duration":247.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Where Brooklyn at?)\nYou're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista rippa slicker than your sista'.\nTurn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\nFlat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\nSent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\nThat's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminals, the ill political,\nAnd all boot camp generals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham\nWhen I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nIt's goin' down.\nThe deal has been set and it's ready\nStrap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\nYa niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\nTrespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\nHere batty boy one move and you're dead.\nGot my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\nYour operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\nEast river sinkin'.\nGot my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\nKick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\nI'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\nAnd lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\nI am, what I am, and I do what I do\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n(okay, we ready to rock","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime - Vocal\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Wrektime b/w K.I.M.\n  duration_ms: 247000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Where Brooklyn at?)\n  You're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista rippa slicker than your sista'.\n  Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\n  Flat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\n  That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminals, the ill political,\n  And all boot camp generals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham\n  When I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  It's goin' down.\n  The deal has been set and it's ready\n  Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\n  Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\n  Trespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  Here batty boy one move and you're dead.\n  Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\n  Your operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\n  East river sinkin'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\n  Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\n  I'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\n  And lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\n  I am, what I am, and I do what I do\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n  (okay, we ready to rock\n"},{"id":702984,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Da Shinin'","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nAnd all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(Okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Da Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  Repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":702982,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Where Brooklyn at?)\nYou're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista rippa slicker than your sista'.\nTurn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\nFlat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\nSent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\nThat's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminals, the ill political,\nAnd all boot camp generals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham\nWhen I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nIt's goin' down.\nThe deal has been set and it's ready\nStrap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\nYa niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\nTrespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\nHere batty boy one move and you're dead.\nGot my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\nYour operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\nEast river sinkin'.\nGot my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\nKick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\nI'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\nAnd lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\nI am, what I am, and I do what I do\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n(okay, we ready to rock","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  (Where Brooklyn at?)\n  You're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista rippa slicker than your sista'.\n  Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\n  Flat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\n  That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminals, the ill political,\n  And all boot camp generals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham\n  When I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  It's goin' down.\n  The deal has been set and it's ready\n  Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\n  Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\n  Trespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  Here batty boy one move and you're dead.\n  Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\n  Your operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\n  East river sinkin'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\n  Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\n  I'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\n  And lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\n  I am, what I am, and I do what I do\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n  (okay, we ready to rock\n"},{"id":30671368,"name":"WREKTIME","trackName":"WREKTIME","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nAnd all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(Okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WREKTIME\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: DAH INSTRUMENTALZ\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  Repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":30247939,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nand who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nthree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\npuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nthrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nthe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nhit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nand catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nroll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nand all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nand you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nchill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":22835762,"name":"WREKTIME","trackName":"WREKTIME","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"DAH INSTRUMENTALZ","duration":250.92,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nand who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nthree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\npuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nthrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nthe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nhit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nand catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nroll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nand all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nand you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nchill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WREKTIME\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: DAH INSTRUMENTALZ\n  duration_ms: 250920\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":9426884,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin’","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nand who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nthree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\npuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nthrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nthe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nhit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nand catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nroll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nand all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nand you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nchill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin’\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":29301050,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nAnd all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(Okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Repeated\n[00:20.86] You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n[00:23.51] And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n[00:26.25] Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n[00:28.95] Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n[00:31.63] Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n[00:34.39] Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n[00:37.04] This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n[00:39.79] Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n[00:42.42] Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n[00:46.14] Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n[00:47.98] Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n[00:50.65] I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n[00:53.33] See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n[00:56.03] Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n[00:58.78] My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n[01:01.45] Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[01:04.15] / And I do what I do\n[01:07.77] / Catch wreck with my crew\n[01:24.92] (Sent to represent the real heads,\n[01:27.61] The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n[01:31.21] I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n[01:33.94] Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n[01:35.86] And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n[01:39.42] (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n[01:42.12] I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n[01:43.93] Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n[01:46.61] Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n[01:50.27] And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n[01:52.02] I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n[01:55.63] And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n[01:58.43] Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n[02:02.98] Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n[02:04.75] Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n[02:07.49] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:11.95] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:13.79] Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n[02:15.57] I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n[02:18.28] Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n[02:31.88] Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n[02:34.50] (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n[02:37.23] Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n[02:39.97] (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n[02:42.67] (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n[02:46.36] Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n[02:48.11] EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n[02:49.94] Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n[02:52.62] (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n[02:55.37] Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n[02:58.01] (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n[03:00.75] But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n[03:03.48] And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n[03:06.13] (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n[03:09.59] Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[03:28.45] Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n[04:02.86] (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n[04:04.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin' (30th Anniversary Edition)\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Repeated\n  start_ms: 9060\n  end_ms: 20860\n- text: You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  start_ms: 20860\n  end_ms: 23510\n- text: And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  start_ms: 23510\n  end_ms: 26250\n- text: Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  start_ms: 26250\n  end_ms: 28950\n- text: Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  start_ms: 28950\n  end_ms: 31630\n- text: Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  start_ms: 31630\n  end_ms: 34390\n- text: Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  start_ms: 34390\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 39790\n- text: Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  start_ms: 39790\n  end_ms: 42420\n- text: Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  start_ms: 42420\n  end_ms: 46140\n- text: Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  start_ms: 46140\n  end_ms: 47980\n- text: Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  start_ms: 47980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53330\n- text: See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  start_ms: 53330\n  end_ms: 56030\n- text: Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  start_ms: 56030\n  end_ms: 58780\n- text: My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  start_ms: 58780\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 64150\n- text: / And I do what I do\n  start_ms: 64150\n  end_ms: 67770\n- text: / Catch wreck with my crew\n  start_ms: 67770\n  end_ms: 84920\n- text: (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  start_ms: 84920\n  end_ms: 87610\n- text: The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  start_ms: 87610\n  end_ms: 91210\n- text: I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  start_ms: 91210\n  end_ms: 93940\n- text: Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  start_ms: 93940\n  end_ms: 95860\n- text: And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  start_ms: 95860\n  end_ms: 99420\n- text: (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  start_ms: 99420\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 103930\n- text: Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  start_ms: 103930\n  end_ms: 106610\n- text: Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  start_ms: 106610\n  end_ms: 110270\n- text: And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  start_ms: 110270\n  end_ms: 112020\n- text: I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  start_ms: 112020\n  end_ms: 115630\n- text: And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  start_ms: 115630\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 122980\n- text: Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  start_ms: 122980\n  end_ms: 124750\n- text: Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n  start_ms: 124750\n  end_ms: 127490\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 127490\n  end_ms: 131950\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 131950\n  end_ms: 133790\n- text: Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  start_ms: 133790\n  end_ms: 135570\n- text: I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 135570\n  end_ms: 138280\n- text: 'Tek: It''s goin'' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it''s ready)'\n  start_ms: 138280\n  end_ms: 151880\n- text: Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  start_ms: 151880\n  end_ms: 154500\n- text: (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  start_ms: 154500\n  end_ms: 157230\n- text: Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  start_ms: 157230\n  end_ms: 159970\n- text: (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  start_ms: 159970\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 166360\n- text: Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  start_ms: 166360\n  end_ms: 168110\n- text: EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  start_ms: 168110\n  end_ms: 169940\n- text: Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  start_ms: 169940\n  end_ms: 172620\n- text: (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  start_ms: 172620\n  end_ms: 175370\n- text: Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  start_ms: 175370\n  end_ms: 178010\n- text: (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  start_ms: 178010\n  end_ms: 180750\n- text: But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  start_ms: 180750\n  end_ms: 183480\n- text: And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  start_ms: 183480\n  end_ms: 186130\n- text: (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  start_ms: 186130\n  end_ms: 189590\n- text: Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  start_ms: 189590\n  end_ms: 208450\n- text: Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  start_ms: 208450\n  end_ms: 242860\n- text: (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n  start_ms: 242860\n  end_ms: 244610\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244610\nplain: |-\n  Repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  And all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (Okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":37784219,"name":"Wrektime","trackName":"Wrektime","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Unknown Album","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Where Brooklyn at?)\nYou're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\nAnd who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista rippa slicker than your sista'.\nTurn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\nThree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\nFlat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\nPuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nThrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\nSent to represent the real heads,\nThe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nHit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nAnd catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\nThat's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nRoll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminals, the ill political,\nAnd all boot camp generals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nAnd you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham\nWhen I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nChill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nIt's goin' down.\nThe deal has been set and it's ready\nStrap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\nYa niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\nTrespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\nHere batty boy one move and you're dead.\nGot my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\nYour operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\nEast river sinkin'.\nGot my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\nKick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\nI'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\nAnd lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\nI am, what I am, and I do what I do\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n[Repeat: x4]\n(I am what I am)\nAnd I do what I do\n(Puff mad lye)\nCatch wreck with my crew\n[Repeat: x2]\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye\n(Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am\n(And I do what I do)\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n(okay, we ready to rock","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Unknown Album\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Where Brooklyn at?)\n  You're too light to fight plus you're too thin to win\n  And who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista rippa slicker than your sista'.\n  Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead that ass fled\n  Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to iron (Hilly), back to my (spilly),\n  Flat foot comin' deep like (Hill Billy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  Puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  Throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  Sent to represent the real heads,\n  The dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  Hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  And catch mad wreck with my man tek I am what I am\n  That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  Roll up the blunts, 'cause real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminals, the ill political,\n  And all boot camp generals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  And you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham\n  When I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin'.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  Chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  It's goin' down.\n  The deal has been set and it's ready\n  Strap up the arms 'cause it's time to be jetty.\n  Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.\n  Trespassed in bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  Here batty boy one move and you're dead.\n  Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head\n  Your operation's dead and stinkin', tied down with bricks and\n  East river sinkin'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my timb boots, troop.\n  Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, dupe\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, g.\n  I'm halfway sane, that's what the lord tells me\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz smoke buzz\n  And lamp in the camp with the rest of the thugs, 'cause\n  I am, what I am, and I do what I do\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n  [Repeat: x4]\n  (I am what I am)\n  And I do what I do\n  (Puff mad lye)\n  Catch wreck with my crew\n  [Repeat: x2]\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye\n  (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am\n  (And I do what I do)\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that\n  (okay, we ready to rock\n"},{"id":26907301,"name":"Wrektime (Instrumental)","trackName":"Wrektime (Instrumental)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Instrumentalz","duration":250.958375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"repeated\n\nYou're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\nand who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\nMista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\nTurn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\nKeep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\nBetter have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\nThis little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\nthree of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\nTime to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\nFlat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\nCan't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\nI gotta get away so I can do more crime.\nSee my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\npuffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\nMy Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\nthrow up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n/ And I do what I do\n/ Catch wreck with my crew\n\n(Sent to represent the real heads,\nthe dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\nI walk the fence of stress and tension,\nhit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\nand catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n(That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\nI don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\nroll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\nBig up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\nand all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\nI be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\nand you'll regret when my mob flex.\nGlam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\nCollect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\nchill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nPuff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\nI am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\nTek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\nStrap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n(Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\nTresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n(Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n(Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\nYour operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\nEAST RIVER SINKIN'.\nGot my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n(Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\nYa best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n(I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\nBut I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\nAnd lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n(I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\nPuff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\nSmif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n(okay, we ready to rock...)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrektime (Instrumental)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Instrumentalz\n  duration_ms: 250958\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  repeated\n\n  You're too light to fight, plus you're too thin to win,\n  and who ya gonna call when I break your glass chin?\n  Mista Rippa, slicker than your sista.\n  Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.\n  Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.\n  Better have your joint cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.\n  This little nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,\n  three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.\n  Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),\n  Flat Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).\n  Can't hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,\n  I gotta get away so I can do more crime.\n  See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out their spot,\n  puffin' meth in the hood where the spot is hot.\n  My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,\n  throw up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.\n\n  / And I do what I do\n  / Catch wreck with my crew\n\n  (Sent to represent the real heads,\n  the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.\n  I walk the fence of stress and tension,\n  hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my friends\n  and catch mad wreck with my man Tek) I am what I am\n  (That's why my fans show respect when I slam sets.\n  I don't front for you, your crew, even a stunt,\n  roll up the blunts, cuz real niggas do what they want.\n  Big up to all original criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,\n  and all Boot Camp Generaaaals.\n  I be gettin' charged with my squad on the project step\n  and you'll regret when my mob flex.\n  Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.\n  Collect your trap then add it to my fat stacks,\n  chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.)\n\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  Puff mad lye / (Catch wreck with my crew)\n  I am what I am / (And I do what I do)\n\n  Tek: It's goin' down. (Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready)\n  Strap up the arms cuz it's time to be jetty.\n  (Ya niggas violated when you crossed that thin line.)\n  Tresspassed in Bucktown and now you're all mine.\n  (Here batty booooyyyy) One move and you're dead.\n  (Got my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head)\n  Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND\n  EAST RIVER SINKIN'.\n  Got my hoodie on and my Timb boots, troop.\n  (Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out, Dupe)\n  Ya best protect your frame before you tow out it, G.\n  (I'm halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me)\n  But I chose to disregard fuzz (smoke buzz)\n  And lamp in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, CUZ\n  (I am, what I am, and I do what I do)\n  Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.\n\n  Smif-N-Wessun and we out like that...\n  (okay, we ready to rock...)\n"},{"id":12598722,"name":"K.I.M. (Instrumental)","trackName":"K.I.M. (Instrumental)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Wrektime b/w K.I.M.","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When the booms bye close (yo we got to keep it movin')\nWhen your shorties act up (aiyo, we got to keep it movin')\nWhen the spilly get hot (straight up, we got to keep it movin')\nWhen shit just don't stop (yo, son, yo we just got to keep it movin')\nWhose that knockin at my door?\nHope it's a friend of me, 'cause we at war wit the enemy\nWe keep eyes out for spies, out in our cipher\nAll man trifler, if I'mma take a life, then I'ma die of lifer\nUnless I control the stress, ease off roll off the set, get wit Tek\nWalk around again wit Mr. Brown and his Jamaican friend\nNever to sleep again, unless I want my life to end\nTake a rest blood, let me take watch of the battlefield\nMr. Ripper MP, do these'll kill\nAny and every enemy befriended we\nDon't believe the forefront of the industry\n'Cause your man makes the brain feel soothin\nConstant elevation, so we gotta keep it movin'\nNow when ya set gets hot (we got to keep it movin')\nAnd when it's time to get dough (we got to keep it movin')\nIt's time to big up the spot, kid (so let's get it movin)\nGotta let these heads know (time to get it movin)\nFrom dusk to dawn, I get it on wit the world\nI face drama that trace from me, back to my momma\nSo to be a man, the plan is to never sit\nWhere I lay my head to rest, at night, less my guns right\nUnder my pillow or right near me\nNightmares don't scare me, but what happens at night, got me leary\nSo fear me, 'cause I'm like the ones that truce\nWit' somethin' in the mid section for protection\nI reckin' you, take a second or two\nTo recollect for a few, while I connect wit my crew\nAnd keep it movin', and get rocks","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: K.I.M. 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