[{"id":22686701,"name":"Co-Operation","trackName":"Co-Operation","artistName":"Strong Arm Steady","albumName":"Deep Hearted","duration":249.025306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Dead men tell no stories, liars can't live in the street\nWhatever plans God has for me, I'll cooperate instead of compete\nWe coming for 'em nigga, (Yeah!)\nAin't no looking back (Yeah)\nWe gon' get 'em, get 'em, we gon' hit 'em, hit 'em. (No... No... No)\nWe gon' get 'em get 'em, we gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n(It's that CA all day...)\nEvidence, Taylor Made, it's custom\nI heard if they smile too much don't trust 'em\nI heard the phone's no place for discussion\nJust heard a click, either I'm bugged or bugging. (Look out!)\nSome call it living in fear\nBelieve most of what you see, some of what you hear\nDon't believe in ghosts?\nThe Lost Angel's here\nDon't think your friends will set you up?\nIt's your year - it's going down\nAnd when it does, shed no tears\nSleep with both eyes open, and one of my ears\nReady, always scoping one of my peers\nI can sense the fake energy behind your cheers\nI can slow the flow down, just to make it clear\nShift my gears, my enemies close in line\nIf you can't trust none of your crew, how you supposed to climb\nI guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time\nWhy when a nigga from the West where Dickies it's too bangin\nBut when out-of-towners do it, it's a fashion statement (Fuck that!)\nWhy most DJs out here say they support the West\nBump us on Hump Day, but chump us out the rest\nHow to blow under those conditions?\nI'm only known where the project chicks is living\nWhere the Ninety-Six Caprice's on the spinners is driven\nWhen Slick spitting better know the hitmen is listening\nThat's who I kick it for - not the radio\nMy niggas is stuck with California Level Fours\nTo use hip-hop to motivate in other days\nWith the urban survival even if it causes decay\nStretching yay, having to put a bitch they kinda like, out on the blade\nSteady Gang feel the killers and the dealers pain\nSome of us still got hard flame for slang\n(We gon' get 'em...)\nWatch you colors homie, watch your slang\nWatch how you make your fingers twist and change\nA lot of brothers out here still ain't playing\nA lot of blocks out here still gang bang\nDilated wrong kind, SD to LA\nTo the Bay, gotta say 'Rest in Peace' to Mac Dre (R.I.P!)\nBoyz in the Hood shit, Menance to Society flow\nNow the beats bang like Colors on your radio\nCrazy since the Eighties, now Kobe's dropping eighty-one\nOn these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium\nSick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike\nStrong Arm Steady Gang, sedatives and stimuli\nBack with a bong, man we just killed a quarter\nI'm a DJ advocate, toasting firewater\nWith Krondon and Phil Da Agony chopping up the orders\nMoving big work with Mitchy Slick, down by the border\nYeah... nigga, Strong Arm Steady, nigga\nYeah, West Coast is cracking, don't get it fucked up\nAnd Dilated, don't get them fucked up neither, yeah dat","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Co-Operation\n  artist: Strong Arm Steady\n  album: Deep Hearted\n  duration_ms: 249025\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dead men tell no stories, liars can't live in the street\n  Whatever plans God has for me, I'll cooperate instead of compete\n  We coming for 'em nigga, (Yeah!)\n  Ain't no looking back (Yeah)\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em, we gon' hit 'em, hit 'em. (No... No... No)\n  We gon' get 'em get 'em, we gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n  (It's that CA all day...)\n  Evidence, Taylor Made, it's custom\n  I heard if they smile too much don't trust 'em\n  I heard the phone's no place for discussion\n  Just heard a click, either I'm bugged or bugging. (Look out!)\n  Some call it living in fear\n  Believe most of what you see, some of what you hear\n  Don't believe in ghosts?\n  The Lost Angel's here\n  Don't think your friends will set you up?\n  It's your year - it's going down\n  And when it does, shed no tears\n  Sleep with both eyes open, and one of my ears\n  Ready, always scoping one of my peers\n  I can sense the fake energy behind your cheers\n  I can slow the flow down, just to make it clear\n  Shift my gears, my enemies close in line\n  If you can't trust none of your crew, how you supposed to climb\n  I guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time\n  Why when a nigga from the West where Dickies it's too bangin\n  But when out-of-towners do it, it's a fashion statement (Fuck that!)\n  Why most DJs out here say they support the West\n  Bump us on Hump Day, but chump us out the rest\n  How to blow under those conditions?\n  I'm only known where the project chicks is living\n  Where the Ninety-Six Caprice's on the spinners is driven\n  When Slick spitting better know the hitmen is listening\n  That's who I kick it for - not the radio\n  My niggas is stuck with California Level Fours\n  To use hip-hop to motivate in other days\n  With the urban survival even if it causes decay\n  Stretching yay, having to put a bitch they kinda like, out on the blade\n  Steady Gang feel the killers and the dealers pain\n  Some of us still got hard flame for slang\n  (We gon' get 'em...)\n  Watch you colors homie, watch your slang\n  Watch how you make your fingers twist and change\n  A lot of brothers out here still ain't playing\n  A lot of blocks out here still gang bang\n  Dilated wrong kind, SD to LA\n  To the Bay, gotta say 'Rest in Peace' to Mac Dre (R.I.P!)\n  Boyz in the Hood shit, Menance to Society flow\n  Now the beats bang like Colors on your radio\n  Crazy since the Eighties, now Kobe's dropping eighty-one\n  On these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium\n  Sick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike\n  Strong Arm Steady Gang, sedatives and stimuli\n  Back with a bong, man we just killed a quarter\n  I'm a DJ advocate, toasting firewater\n  With Krondon and Phil Da Agony chopping up the orders\n  Moving big work with Mitchy Slick, down by the border\n  Yeah... nigga, Strong Arm Steady, nigga\n  Yeah, West Coast is cracking, don't get it fucked up\n  And Dilated, don't get them fucked up neither, yeah dat\n"},{"id":29961783,"name":"Co-Operation (feat. 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Strong Arm Steady)\n  artist: Dilated Peoples\n  album: Dilated Features\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Dead men tell no stories\n  Liars can't live in the streets\n  Whatever plans God has for me\n  I'll cooperate instead of compete\n  We comin' for 'em nigga, ain't no lookin' back\n  Forward motion nigga, just remember that\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n\n  Evidence, tailor made is custom\n  I heard if they smile too much, don't trust 'em\n  I heard the phone's no place for discussion\n  Just heard a click, either I'm bugged or buggin'\n  Look out, some call it livin' in fear\n  Believe most of what you see, some of what you hear\n  Don't believe in ghosts, the lost angel's here\n  Don't think your friends'll set you up, it's your year\n  It's goin' down, and when it does shed no tears\n  Sleep with both eyes open, and one in my ears\n  Ready, always scopin' one of my peers\n  I can sense the fake energy behind your cheers\n  I can slow the flow down just to make it clear\n  Shift my gears, my enemies close in line\n  If you can't trust your crew, how you supposed to climb?\n  I guess keep your guard up, they fade out in due time\n\n  Dead men tell no stories\n  Liars can't live in the streets\n  Whatever plans God has for me\n  I'll cooperate instead of compete\n  We comin' for 'em nigga, ain't no lookin' back\n  Forward motion nigga, just remember that\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n\n  Why when a nigga from the West wear Dickies it's too bangin'\n  But when out-of-towners do it it's a fashion statement?\n  Why most DJ's out here say they support the West\n  Bump a song \"Hump Day\" and chump us out the rest?\n  How to blow under those conditions\n  I'm only known where the project chicks is livin'\n  Where the '96 Caprice on the spinners is driven\n  When Slick's spittin', better know the hitmen is listenin'\n  That's who I kick it for, not the radio\n  My niggas is stuck in California level four\n  Who use hip-hop to motivate another day\n  Where the urban survival even if it cost a K\n  Stretchin' yay, havin' to put a bitch they kinda like out on the blade\n  Steady gain through the killers and the dealers' pain\n  Some of us still got hard flame for slang\n\n  Dead men tell no stories\n  Liars can't live in the streets\n  Whatever plans God has for me\n  I'll cooperate instead of compete\n  We comin' for 'em nigga, ain't no lookin' back\n  Forward motion nigga, just remember that\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n\n  Watch your colors homie, watch your slang\n  Watch how you make your fingers twist and change\n  A lot of brothers out here still ain't playin'\n  A lot of brothers out here still gangbang\n  Dilated wrong kind, S.D. to L.A\n  To the Bay, gotta say rest in peace to Mac Dre\n  Boyz-n-the-Hood shit, Menace II Society flow\n  Now the beats bang like colors on your radio\n  Crazy since the '80s, now Kobe's droppin' 81\n  On these rap tours, nightclubs to the stadium\n  Sick Angelino squad, savage ammunition strike\n  Strong Arm Steady gang, sedatives and stimuli\n  Backwood or bong, man we just killed a quarter\n  I'm a DJ advocate, toastin' fire water\n  With Krondon and Phil Da Agony choppin' up the orders\n  Movin' big work with Mitchy Slick down by the border\n\n  Dead men tell no stories\n  Liars can't live in the streets\n  Whatever plans God has for me\n  I'll cooperate instead of compete\n  We comin' for 'em nigga, ain't no lookin' back\n  Forward motion nigga, just remember that\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n  We gon' get 'em, get 'em\n  We gon' hit 'em, hit 'em\n\n  Yeah nigga, Strong Arm Steady nigga\n  Yeah, West Coast is crackin', don't get it fucked up\n  You see us on TV nigga, feel that\n  And Dilated, don't get them fucked up neither\n  Feel that, my nigga Rakaa BK fill it\n  Up like a motherfucker nigga, haha\n"}]