[{"id":32162499,"name":"Money Talks","trackName":"Money Talks","artistName":"Sticky Fingaz","albumName":"[ Blacktrash ] The Autobiography of Kirk Jones","duration":224.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Twas the night before twistmas\nAnd all through the house\nWe had guns and money around\nLayin' on the couch\nWas dressed with black jewelry this time\nMmmmmm, c'mon\n\nEverybody want me, I created thieves\nWhy I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\nI been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\nStick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury\nI'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\nI'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean\nI'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\nAnd I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\nI've been through customs, borders\nI've been handled by authorities\nDrove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\nI've been saved, I've been buried alive\nSay my name enough and any nigga testify\nWho you think lead that whole seller ass that time\nAll by myself, I created black on black crime\nI'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt\nEven my hand got big, from net to gross\nI'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\nPeople kill for me or die to defend me\nBut in the end am I really worth the sun\nRich people make me work for them\nAnd poor people work for me\nWho am I? Nigga I'm money\nWho am I? Nigga I'm money\n\n[- RSee the gun wound, went down for you\nWho ran up in the house, duke\nCaught one from he and for who\nWhen niggas was ready to murder me\nYou stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\nLookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)\nI got stabbed for you\nYo, shot up the ass for you\nShould stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)\nChill, some niggas called crabs for you\nHoldin' them garbage bags for you\nIll, blowin them hags for you\naekwon the Chef]\n\nI resort to evil, I don't grow on trees\nI'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream\nAnd I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)\nGettin' ya hands on me is the American dream\nI'm more powerful than God, or Razale\nCause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me\nI'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry\nThis one couple fucked on me, and slept on me\nUp in the dice games niggas stepped on me\nBet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me\nI enslaved populations, and controled masses\nI come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic\nEven credit, I owe you\nYou work for me nigga, I own you\nIf you are smart, you make me work for you\nAll ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you\n\nSee the gun wound, went down for you\nWho ran up in the house, duke\nCaught one from he and for who\nWhen niggas was ready to murder me\nYou stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\nLookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)\nI got stabbed for you\nYo, shot up the ass for you\nShould stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)\nChill, some niggas called crabs for you\nHoldin' them garbage bags for you\nIll, blowin them hags for you\n\nIf you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?\nWould you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show\nOr would you invest in me and watch me grow\nTake me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'\nI underseen things I wish I hadn't seen\nI came between loved ones and families\nA nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me\nGot secret ensciptions, examine me\nWanna find me, the bank machine is where I be\nAnd showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.\nI'm more notorious than the B.I.G.\nI'm so money, who don't wanna be like me\n\nSee the gun wound, went down for you\nWho ran up in the house, duke\nCaught one from he and for who\nWhen niggas was ready to murder me\nYou stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\nLookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)\nI got stabbed for you\nYo, shot up the ass for you\nShould stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)\nChill, some niggas called crabs for you\nHoldin' them garbage bags for you\nIll, blowin them hags for you","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] Twas the night before twistmas\n[00:03.62] And all through the house\n[00:05.42] We had guns and money around\n[00:09.04] Layin' on the couch\n[00:10.86] Was dressed with black jewelry this time\n[00:15.37] Mmmmmm, c'mon\n[00:18.19] Everybody want me, I created thieves\n[00:21.78] Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\n[00:23.52] I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\n[00:27.12] Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury\n[00:29.08] I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\n[00:30.88] I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean\n[00:34.40] I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\n[00:36.20] And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\n[00:38.06] I've been through customs, borders\n[00:39.84] I've been handled by authorities\n[00:41.66] Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\n[00:43.42] I've been saved, I've been buried alive\n[00:45.25] Say my name enough and any nigga testify\n[00:48.05] Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time\n[00:50.78] All by myself, I created black on black crime\n[00:53.47] I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt\n[00:55.26] Even my hand got big, from net to gross\n[00:57.97] I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\n[01:00.66] People kill for me or die to defend me\n[01:03.32] But in the end am I really worth the sun\n[01:05.11] Rich people make me work for them\n[01:07.05] And poor people work for me\n[01:08.84] Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n[01:11.58] Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n[01:16.05] [- RSee the gun wound, went down for you\n[01:18.79] Who ran up in the house, duke\n[01:21.42] Caught one from he and for who\n[01:23.28] When niggas was ready to murder me\n[01:24.13] You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n[01:25.98] Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)\n[01:27.85] I got stabbed for you\n[01:29.63] Yo, shot up the ass for you\n[01:31.47] Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)\n[01:32.37] Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n[01:35.05] Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n[01:36.96] Ill, blowin them hags for you\n[01:39.66] aekwon the Chef]\n[01:40.55] I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees\n[01:42.46] I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream\n[01:43.32] And I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)\n[01:46.09] Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream\n[01:48.73] I'm more powerful than God, or Razale\n[01:49.65] Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me\n[01:51.44] I'm an exchange hand 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Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury\n  I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\n  I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean\n  I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\n  And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\n  I've been through customs, borders\n  I've been handled by authorities\n  Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\n  I've been saved, I've been buried alive\n  Say my name enough and any nigga testify\n  Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time\n  All by myself, I created black on black crime\n  I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt\n  Even my hand got big, from net to gross\n  I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\n  People kill for me or die to defend me\n  But in the end am I really worth the sun\n  Rich people make me work for them\n  And poor people work for me\n  Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n  Who am I? 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Nigga I'm money\nWho am I? 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you\n  start_ms: 215570\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  start_ms: 217100\n  end_ms: 218950\n- text: Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  start_ms: 218950\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 224270\n- text: Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n  start_ms: 224270\n  end_ms: 225770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 225770\nplain: |-\n  'Twas the night before twistmas\n  And all through the house\n  We had guns and money around\n  Layin' on the couch\n  We was dressed with black jewelry this time\n  Mmm, c'mon\n\n  Everybody want me, I created thieves\n  Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\n  I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\n  Stick a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxury\n\n  I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\n  I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off clean\n  I'm the reason some parents 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Nigga I'm money\n  Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees\n  I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream\n  And I'm always green whether dirty or clean\n  Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream\n\n  I'm more powerful than God, or Razale\n  'Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me\n  I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry\n  This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me\n\n  Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me\n  Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me\n  I enslaved populations and controlled masses\n  I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic\n\n  Even credit, I owe you\n  You work for me nigga, I own you\n  If you are smart, you make me work for you\n  All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?\n  Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show\n  Or would you invest in me and watch me grow\n  Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'\n\n  I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen\n  I came between loved ones and families\n  A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me\n  Got secret enscriptions, examine me\n\n  Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be\n  And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.\n  I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.\n  I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n"},{"id":24069038,"name":"Money Talks (Album Version (Edited))","trackName":"Money Talks (Album Version (Edited))","artistName":"Sticky Fingaz","albumName":"Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Sticky Fingaz]\nTwas the night before twistmas\nAnd all through the house\nWe had guns and money around\nLayin' on the couch\nWas dressed with black jewelry this time\nMmmmmm, c'mon\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nEverybody want me, I created thieves\nWhy I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\nI been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\nStick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury\nI'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\nI'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean\nI'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\nAnd I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\nI've been through customs, borders\nI've been handled by authorities\nDrove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\nI've been saved, I've been buried alive\nSay my name enough and any nigga testify\nWho you think lead that whole seller ass that time\nAll by myself, I created black on black crime\nI'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt\nEven my hand got big, from net to gross\nI'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\nPeople kill for me or die to defend me\nBut in the end am I really worth the sun\nRich people make me work for them\nAnd poor people work for me\nWho am I? Nigga I'm money\nWho am I? Nigga I'm money\n[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]\nSee the gun wound, went down for you\nWho ran up in the house, duke\nCaught one from he and for who\nWhen niggas was ready to murder me\nYou stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\nLookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)\nI got stabbed for you\nYo, shot up the ass for you\nShould stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)\nChill, some niggas called crabs for you\nHoldin' them garbage bags for you\nIll, blowin them hags for you\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nI resort to evil, I don't grow on trees\nI'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream\nAnd I'm always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!)\nGettin' ya hands on me is the American dream\nI'm more powerful than God, or Razale\nCause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me\nI'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry\nThis one couple fucked on me, and slept on me\nUp in the dice games niggas stepped on me\nBet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me\nI enslaved populations, and controlled masses\nI come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic\nEven credit, I owe you\nYou work for me nigga, I own you\nIf you are smart, you make me work for you\nAll ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you\n[Hook - Raekwon the Chef]\n[Sticky Fingaz]\nIf you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?\nWould you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show\nOr would you invest in me and watch me grow\nTake me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'\nI underseen things I wish I hadn't seen\nI came between loved ones and families\nA nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me\nGot secret ensciptions, examine me\nwant to find me, the bank machine is where I be\nAnd showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.\nI'm more notorious than the B.I.G.\nI'm so money, who don't want to be like me\n[Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Money Talks (Album Version (Edited))\n  artist: Sticky Fingaz\n  album: 'Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones'\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  Twas the night before twistmas\n  And all through the house\n  We had guns and money around\n  Layin' on the couch\n  Was dressed with black jewelry this time\n  Mmmmmm, c'mon\n  [Sticky Fingaz]\n  Everybody want me, I created thieves\n  Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\n  I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\n  Stick a weak kid'll have you livin' in luxury\n  I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\n  I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean\n  I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\n  And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\n  I've been through customs, borders\n  I've been handled by authorities\n  Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\n  I've been saved, I've been buried alive\n  Say my name enough and any nigga testify\n  Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time\n  All by myself, I created black on black crime\n  I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghostt\n  Even my hand got big, from net to gross\n  I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\n  People kill for me or die to defend me\n  But in the end am I really worth the sun\n  Rich people make me work for them\n  And poor people work for me\n  Who am I? 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text: Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  start_ms: 149020\n  end_ms: 150330\n- text: Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  start_ms: 150330\n  end_ms: 151920\n- text: Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  start_ms: 151920\n  end_ms: 153910\n- text: Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  start_ms: 153910\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 157110\n- text: If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?\n  start_ms: 157110\n  end_ms: 159030\n- text: Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show\n  start_ms: 159030\n  end_ms: 161570\n- text: Or would you invest in me and watch me grow\n  start_ms: 161570\n  end_ms: 163950\n- text: Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'\n  start_ms: 163950\n  end_ms: 166820\n- text: I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen\n  start_ms: 166820\n  end_ms: 168820\n- text: I came between loved ones and families\n  start_ms: 168820\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 173590\n- text: Got secret enscriptions, examine me\n  start_ms: 173590\n  end_ms: 175900\n- text: Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be\n  start_ms: 175900\n  end_ms: 178530\n- text: And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.\n  start_ms: 178530\n  end_ms: 181160\n- text: I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.\n  start_ms: 181160\n  end_ms: 183560\n- text: I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me\n  start_ms: 183560\n  end_ms: 185890\n- text: See the gun wound, went down for you\n  start_ms: 185890\n  end_ms: 188220\n- text: Who ran up in the house, duke\n  start_ms: 188220\n  end_ms: 189780\n- text: Caught one from he and for who\n  start_ms: 189780\n  end_ms: 191080\n- text: When niggas was ready to murder me\n  start_ms: 191080\n  end_ms: 192460\n- text: You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  start_ms: 192460\n  end_ms: 194730\n- text: Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n  start_ms: 194730\n  end_ms: 196330\n- text: I got stabbed for you\n  start_ms: 196330\n  end_ms: 197840\n- text: Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  start_ms: 197840\n  end_ms: 199470\n- text: Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  start_ms: 199470\n  end_ms: 201050\n- text: Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  start_ms: 201050\n  end_ms: 203090\n- text: Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  start_ms: 203090\n  end_ms: 204680\n- text: Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n  start_ms: 204680\n  end_ms: 205930\n- text: See the gun wound, went down for you\n  start_ms: 205930\n  end_ms: 207760\n- text: Who ran up in the house, duke\n  start_ms: 207760\n  end_ms: 209500\n- text: Caught one from he and for who\n  start_ms: 209500\n  end_ms: 210870\n- text: When niggas was ready to murder me\n  start_ms: 210870\n  end_ms: 212480\n- text: You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  start_ms: 212480\n  end_ms: 214510\n- text: Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n  start_ms: 214510\n  end_ms: 215570\n- text: I got stabbed for you\n  start_ms: 215570\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  start_ms: 217100\n  end_ms: 218950\n- text: Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  start_ms: 218950\n  end_ms: 220740\n- text: Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  start_ms: 220740\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 224270\n- text: Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n  start_ms: 224270\n  end_ms: 225770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 225770\nplain: |-\n  'Twas the night before twistmas\n  And all through the house\n  We had guns and money around\n  Layin' on the couch\n  We was dressed with black jewelry this time\n  Mmm, c'mon\n\n  Everybody want me, I created thieves\n  Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe\n  I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me\n  Stick a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxury\n\n  I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends\n  I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off clean\n  I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids\n  And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds\n\n  I've been through customs, borders\n  I've been handled by authorities\n  Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me\n  I've been saved, I've been buried alive\n\n  Say my name enough and any nigga testify\n  Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time\n  All by myself, I created black on black crime\n  I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghost\n\n  Even my hand got big, from net to gross\n  I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy\n  People kill for me or die to defend me\n  But in the end am I really worth the sun\n\n  Rich people make me work for them\n  And poor people work for me\n  Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n  Who am I? Nigga I'm money\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  I resort to evil, I don't grow on trees\n  I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream\n  And I'm always green whether dirty or clean\n  Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream\n\n  I'm more powerful than God, or Razale\n  'Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me\n  I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry\n  This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me\n\n  Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me\n  Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me\n  I enslaved populations and controlled masses\n  I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic\n\n  Even credit, I owe you\n  You work for me nigga, I own you\n  If you are smart, you make me work for you\n  All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?\n  Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show\n  Or would you invest in me and watch me grow\n  Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'\n\n  I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen\n  I came between loved ones and families\n  A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me\n  Got secret enscriptions, examine me\n\n  Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be\n  And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.\n  I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.\n  I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n\n  See the gun wound, went down for you\n  Who ran up in the house, duke\n  Caught one from he and for who\n  When niggas was ready to murder me\n  You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch\n  Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me\n\n  I got stabbed for you\n  Yo, shot up the ass for you\n  Should stop blowin' the cabs for you\n  Chill, some niggas called crabs for you\n  Holdin' them garbage bags for you\n  Ill, blowin' them hags for you\n"}]