[{"id":6262003,"name":"Da 80's","trackName":"Da 80's","artistName":"Styles P","albumName":"Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know y'all motherfuckers think\nThat I took long to get back at you\nNot the kid\nI could do this shit forever nigga\n\nThis is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\nI feel bad 'cause I got him like that\nThis is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\nGet a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n\nTryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\nGet it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\nAnd I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\nBlowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n\nBounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\nDig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\nUsed to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\nGood Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n\nYou in the game 'cause the game is in you\nWho to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\nI feel you, been there, I was in there\nBut I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n\nCan't make a million behind bars\nChill in a fly car, sit in the five star\nIf you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\nI'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\nWhat?\n\nI don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\nFeel me Kid, you know?\n\nTalk in bricks and speak in the buildings\nConstruction, grown now, gotta think of the children\nNo gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\nThe roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n\nThe rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\nCooled out but never ever put my arms down\nTell the boys ring the alarm now\nCops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n\nSo hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\nThen put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\nI might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\nSmack any rapper that showboat\n\nWanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\nShiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\nPlease don't provoke me to shoot at\n\nI know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\nP is on the low where the loot at\nNine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\nE'rybody think that I look mad\nBut I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\nFeel me\n\nI mean I do what I do, easily\nI mean I'm a lyricist\nIf somebody's nicer let me know\nI'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n\nY'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\nChach, let's get the fuck outta here\nI like it like this\nI'm just warmin' up\n\nWho could fuck with me?\nI mean I ask myself this a lot\nI'm cocky, I'm real cocky\nCome for me boys, let's go","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22] I know y'all motherfuckers think\n[00:04.37] That I took long to get back at you\n[00:06.47] Not the kid\n[00:07.75] I could do this shit forever nigga\n[00:10.36] This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\n[00:13.40] I feel bad 'cause I got him like that\n[00:15.47] This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\n[00:18.64] Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n[00:21.00] Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\n[00:23.87] Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\n[00:26.75] And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\n[00:29.62] Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n[00:31.90] Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\n[00:34.55] Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\n[00:37.11] Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\n[00:39.78] Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n[00:42.41] You in the game 'cause the game is in you\n[00:45.06] Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\n[00:47.48] I feel you, been there, I was in there\n[00:50.29] But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n[00:52.97] Can't make a million behind bars\n[00:55.20] Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star\n[00:57.33] If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\n[01:00.21] I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\n[01:03.51] What?\n[01:04.88] I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\n[01:06.40] Feel me Kid, you know?\n[01:08.05] Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings\n[01:11.35] Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children\n[01:13.76] No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\n[01:16.05] The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n[01:18.98] The rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\n[01:21.82] Cooled out but never ever put my arms down\n[01:24.72] Tell the boys ring the alarm now\n[01:26.63] Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n[01:28.98] So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\n[01:32.53] Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\n[01:35.10] I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\n[01:38.02] Smack any rapper that showboat\n[01:40.33] Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\n[01:42.48] Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\n[01:45.87] Please don't provoke me to shoot at\n[01:47.95] I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\n[01:50.89] P is on the low where the loot at\n[01:53.23] Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\n[01:55.87] E'rybody think that I look mad\n[01:58.26] But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\n[02:00.75] Feel me\n[02:02.03] I mean I do what I do, easily\n[02:03.95] I mean I'm a lyricist\n[02:06.54] If somebody's nicer let me know\n[02:08.80] I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n[02:10.97] Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\n[02:16.37] Chach, let's get the fuck outta here\n[02:18.71] I like it like this\n[02:22.38] I'm just warmin' up\n[02:26.75] Who could fuck with me?\n[02:30.12] I mean I ask myself this a lot\n[02:32.03] I'm cocky, I'm real cocky\n[02:34.51] Come for me boys, let's go\n[02:36.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Da 80's\n artist: Styles P\n album: Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)\n duration_ms: 158000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know y'all motherfuckers think\n start_ms: 2220\n end_ms: 4370\n- text: That I took long to get back at you\n start_ms: 4370\n end_ms: 6470\n- text: Not the kid\n start_ms: 6470\n end_ms: 7750\n- text: I could do this shit forever nigga\n start_ms: 7750\n end_ms: 10360\n- text: This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\n start_ms: 10360\n end_ms: 13400\n- text: I feel bad 'cause I got him like that\n start_ms: 13400\n end_ms: 15470\n- text: This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\n start_ms: 15470\n end_ms: 18640\n- text: Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n start_ms: 18640\n end_ms: 21000\n- text: Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\n start_ms: 21000\n end_ms: 23870\n- text: Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\n start_ms: 23870\n end_ms: 26750\n- text: And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\n start_ms: 26750\n end_ms: 29620\n- text: Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n start_ms: 29620\n end_ms: 31900\n- text: Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\n start_ms: 31900\n end_ms: 34550\n- text: Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\n start_ms: 34550\n end_ms: 37110\n- text: Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\n start_ms: 37110\n end_ms: 39780\n- text: Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n start_ms: 39780\n end_ms: 42410\n- text: You in the game 'cause the game is in you\n start_ms: 42410\n end_ms: 45060\n- text: Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\n start_ms: 45060\n end_ms: 47480\n- text: I feel you, been there, I was in there\n start_ms: 47480\n end_ms: 50290\n- text: But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n start_ms: 50290\n end_ms: 52970\n- text: Can't make a million behind bars\n start_ms: 52970\n end_ms: 55200\n- text: Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star\n start_ms: 55200\n end_ms: 57330\n- text: If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\n start_ms: 57330\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\n start_ms: 60210\n end_ms: 63510\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 63510\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 66400\n- text: Feel me Kid, you know?\n start_ms: 66400\n end_ms: 68050\n- text: Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings\n start_ms: 68050\n end_ms: 71350\n- text: Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children\n start_ms: 71350\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 76050\n- text: The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n start_ms: 76050\n end_ms: 78980\n- text: The rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\n start_ms: 78980\n end_ms: 81820\n- text: Cooled out but never ever put my arms down\n start_ms: 81820\n end_ms: 84720\n- text: Tell the boys ring the alarm now\n start_ms: 84720\n end_ms: 86630\n- text: Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n start_ms: 86630\n end_ms: 88980\n- text: So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\n start_ms: 88980\n end_ms: 92530\n- text: Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\n start_ms: 92530\n end_ms: 95100\n- text: I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\n start_ms: 95100\n end_ms: 98020\n- text: Smack any rapper that showboat\n start_ms: 98020\n end_ms: 100330\n- text: Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\n start_ms: 100330\n end_ms: 102480\n- text: Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\n start_ms: 102480\n end_ms: 105870\n- text: Please don't provoke me to shoot at\n start_ms: 105870\n end_ms: 107950\n- text: I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\n start_ms: 107950\n end_ms: 110890\n- text: P is on the low where the loot at\n start_ms: 110890\n end_ms: 113230\n- text: Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\n start_ms: 113230\n end_ms: 115870\n- text: E'rybody think that I look mad\n start_ms: 115870\n end_ms: 118260\n- text: But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\n start_ms: 118260\n end_ms: 120750\n- text: Feel me\n start_ms: 120750\n end_ms: 122030\n- text: I mean I do what I do, easily\n start_ms: 122030\n end_ms: 123950\n- text: I mean I'm a lyricist\n start_ms: 123950\n end_ms: 126540\n- text: If somebody's nicer let me know\n start_ms: 126540\n end_ms: 128800\n- text: I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n start_ms: 128800\n end_ms: 130970\n- text: Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\n start_ms: 130970\n end_ms: 136370\n- text: Chach, let's get the fuck outta here\n start_ms: 136370\n end_ms: 138710\n- text: I like it like this\n start_ms: 138710\n end_ms: 142380\n- text: I'm just warmin' up\n start_ms: 142380\n end_ms: 146750\n- text: Who could fuck with me?\n start_ms: 146750\n end_ms: 150120\n- text: I mean I ask myself this a lot\n start_ms: 150120\n end_ms: 152030\n- text: I'm cocky, I'm real cocky\n start_ms: 152030\n end_ms: 154510\n- text: Come for me boys, let's go\n start_ms: 154510\n end_ms: 156670\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 156670\nplain: |-\n I know y'all motherfuckers think\n That I took long to get back at you\n Not the kid\n I could do this shit forever nigga\n\n This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\n I feel bad 'cause I got him like that\n This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\n Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n\n Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\n Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\n And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\n Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n\n Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\n Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\n Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\n Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n\n You in the game 'cause the game is in you\n Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\n I feel you, been there, I was in there\n But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n\n Can't make a million behind bars\n Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star\n If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\n I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\n What?\n\n I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\n Feel me Kid, you know?\n\n Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings\n Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children\n No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\n The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n\n The rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\n Cooled out but never ever put my arms down\n Tell the boys ring the alarm now\n Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n\n So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\n Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\n I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\n Smack any rapper that showboat\n\n Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\n Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\n Please don't provoke me to shoot at\n\n I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\n P is on the low where the loot at\n Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\n E'rybody think that I look mad\n But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\n Feel me\n\n I mean I do what I do, easily\n I mean I'm a lyricist\n If somebody's nicer let me know\n I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n\n Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\n Chach, let's get the fuck outta here\n I like it like this\n I'm just warmin' up\n\n Who could fuck with me?\n I mean I ask myself this a lot\n I'm cocky, I'm real cocky\n Come for me boys, let's go\n"},{"id":6262002,"name":"Da 80's","trackName":"Da 80's","artistName":"Styles P","albumName":"Supa Gangsta","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know y'all motherfuckers think\nThat I took long to get back at you\nNot the kid\nI could do this shit forever nigga\n\nThis is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\nI feel bad 'cause I got him like that\nThis is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\nGet a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n\nTryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\nGet it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\nAnd I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\nBlowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n\nBounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\nDig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\nUsed to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\nGood Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n\nYou in the game 'cause the game is in you\nWho to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\nI feel you, been there, I was in there\nBut I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n\nCan't make a million behind bars\nChill in a fly car, sit in the five star\nIf you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\nI'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\nWhat?\n\nI don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\nFeel me Kid, you know?\n\nTalk in bricks and speak in the buildings\nConstruction, grown now, gotta think of the children\nNo gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\nThe roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n\nThe rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\nCooled out but never ever put my arms down\nTell the boys ring the alarm now\nCops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n\nSo hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\nThen put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\nI might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\nSmack any rapper that showboat\n\nWanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\nShiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\nPlease don't provoke me to shoot at\n\nI know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\nP is on the low where the loot at\nNine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\nE'rybody think that I look mad\nBut I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\nFeel me\n\nI mean I do what I do, easily\nI mean I'm a lyricist\nIf somebody's nicer let me know\nI'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n\nY'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\nChach, let's get the fuck outta here\nI like it like this\nI'm just warmin' up\n\nWho could fuck with me?\nI mean I ask myself this a lot\nI'm cocky, I'm real cocky\nCome for me boys, let's go","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.22] I know y'all motherfuckers think\n[00:04.37] That I took long to get back at you\n[00:06.47] Not the kid\n[00:07.75] I could do this shit forever nigga\n[00:10.36] This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\n[00:13.40] I feel bad 'cause I got him like that\n[00:15.47] This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\n[00:18.64] Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n[00:21.00] Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\n[00:23.87] Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\n[00:26.75] And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\n[00:29.62] Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n[00:31.90] Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\n[00:34.55] Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\n[00:37.11] Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\n[00:39.78] Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n[00:42.41] You in the game 'cause the game is in you\n[00:45.06] Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\n[00:47.48] I feel you, been there, I was in there\n[00:50.29] But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n[00:52.97] Can't make a million behind bars\n[00:55.20] Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star\n[00:57.33] If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\n[01:00.21] I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\n[01:03.51] What?\n[01:04.88] I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\n[01:06.40] Feel me Kid, you know?\n[01:08.05] Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings\n[01:11.35] Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children\n[01:13.76] No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\n[01:16.05] The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n[01:18.98] The rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\n[01:21.82] Cooled out but never ever put my arms down\n[01:24.72] Tell the boys ring the alarm now\n[01:26.63] Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n[01:28.98] So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\n[01:32.53] Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\n[01:35.10] I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\n[01:38.02] Smack any rapper that showboat\n[01:40.33] Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\n[01:42.48] Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\n[01:45.87] Please don't provoke me to shoot at\n[01:47.95] I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\n[01:50.89] P is on the low where the loot at\n[01:53.23] Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\n[01:55.87] E'rybody think that I look mad\n[01:58.26] But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\n[02:00.75] Feel me\n[02:02.03] I mean I do what I do, easily\n[02:03.95] I mean I'm a lyricist\n[02:06.54] If somebody's nicer let me know\n[02:08.80] I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n[02:10.97] Y'all know my name, should I say it? Ha ha\n[02:16.37] Chach, let's get the fuck outta here\n[02:18.71] I like it like this\n[02:22.38] I'm just warmin' up\n[02:26.75] Who could fuck with me?\n[02:30.12] I mean I ask myself this a lot\n[02:32.03] I'm cocky, I'm real cocky\n[02:34.51] Come for me boys, let's go\n[02:36.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Da 80's\n artist: Styles P\n album: Supa Gangsta\n duration_ms: 158000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I know y'all motherfuckers think\n start_ms: 2220\n end_ms: 4370\n- text: That I took long to get back at you\n start_ms: 4370\n end_ms: 6470\n- text: Not the kid\n start_ms: 6470\n end_ms: 7750\n- text: I could do this shit forever nigga\n start_ms: 7750\n end_ms: 10360\n- text: This is for the junkie on the track with a monkey on his back\n start_ms: 10360\n end_ms: 13400\n- text: I feel bad 'cause I got him like that\n start_ms: 13400\n end_ms: 15470\n- text: This is for the G's, this is for the hustlers\n start_ms: 15470\n end_ms: 18640\n- text: Get a whip off the lot and still upgrade the muffler\n start_ms: 18640\n end_ms: 21000\n- text: Tryin' to hit the block, nobody else there yet\n start_ms: 21000\n end_ms: 23870\n- text: Get it poppin' with your baby mom welfare check\n start_ms: 23870\n end_ms: 26750\n- text: And I'll ring your bell, go fuck how you felt yo'\n start_ms: 26750\n end_ms: 29620\n- text: Blowin' on weed if it's sticky like Velcro\n start_ms: 29620\n end_ms: 31900\n- text: Bounce in, bounce out, always got an ounce out\n start_ms: 31900\n end_ms: 34550\n- text: Dig in your right pocket, 20 G count out\n start_ms: 34550\n end_ms: 37110\n- text: Used to ask yourself, what you wanna do this for?\n start_ms: 37110\n end_ms: 39780\n- text: Good Jewish lawyer turn a ten to a two to four\n start_ms: 39780\n end_ms: 42410\n- text: You in the game 'cause the game is in you\n start_ms: 42410\n end_ms: 45060\n- text: Who to blame, said I never came, I know the pain is in you\n start_ms: 45060\n end_ms: 47480\n- text: I feel you, been there, I was in there\n start_ms: 47480\n end_ms: 50290\n- text: But I ain't goin' back like, I ain't been there\n start_ms: 50290\n end_ms: 52970\n- text: Can't make a million behind bars\n start_ms: 52970\n end_ms: 55200\n- text: Chill in a fly car, sit in the five star\n start_ms: 55200\n end_ms: 57330\n- text: If you think I'm preachy just check out the dialogue\n start_ms: 57330\n end_ms: 60210\n- text: I'm knockin' the iPod, first class as I go through the sky loft\n start_ms: 60210\n end_ms: 63510\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 63510\n end_ms: 64880\n- text: I don't really need a hook, I got lyrics\n start_ms: 64880\n end_ms: 66400\n- text: Feel me Kid, you know?\n start_ms: 66400\n end_ms: 68050\n- text: Talk in bricks and speak in the buildings\n start_ms: 68050\n end_ms: 71350\n- text: Construction, grown now, gotta think of the children\n start_ms: 71350\n end_ms: 73760\n- text: No gangsters, real ones, you know that kill the civilians\n start_ms: 73760\n end_ms: 76050\n- text: The roughest, the addicts, Japanese and Sicilians\n start_ms: 76050\n end_ms: 78980\n- text: The rule to the sign'll say, \"P, did you calm down?\"\n start_ms: 78980\n end_ms: 81820\n- text: Cooled out but never ever put my arms down\n start_ms: 81820\n end_ms: 84720\n- text: Tell the boys ring the alarm now\n start_ms: 84720\n end_ms: 86630\n- text: Cops is comin', I ain't got a gun, I come with a bomb now\n start_ms: 86630\n end_ms: 88980\n- text: So hard I walk the city in the streets, see Biggie in my sleep\n start_ms: 88980\n end_ms: 92530\n- text: Then put 50 and the 20 in my leaf\n start_ms: 92530\n end_ms: 95100\n- text: I might wear somethin' with logos or dress like a hobo\n start_ms: 95100\n end_ms: 98020\n- text: Smack any rapper that showboat\n start_ms: 98020\n end_ms: 100330\n- text: Wanna battle me that's a no, no, uh, uh\n start_ms: 100330\n end_ms: 102480\n- text: Shiesty, sorta like the block you was juxed on\n start_ms: 102480\n end_ms: 105870\n- text: Please don't provoke me to shoot at\n start_ms: 105870\n end_ms: 107950\n- text: I know you vagina and your right hand man is a douche bag\n start_ms: 107950\n end_ms: 110890\n- text: P is on the low where the loot at\n start_ms: 110890\n end_ms: 113230\n- text: Nine in the linin' of the goose coat, deuce in the book bag\n start_ms: 113230\n end_ms: 115870\n- text: E'rybody think that I look mad\n start_ms: 115870\n end_ms: 118260\n- text: But I don't really care 'cause they don't think that'll look bad\n start_ms: 118260\n end_ms: 120750\n- text: Feel me\n start_ms: 120750\n end_ms: 122030\n- text: I mean I do what I do, easily\n start_ms: 122030\n end_ms: 123950\n- text: I mean I'm a lyricist\n start_ms: 123950\n end_ms: 126540\n- text: If somebody's nicer let me know\n start_ms: 126540\n end_ms: 128800\n- text: I'll be here for a minute, y'know what I'm sayin?\n start_ms: 128800\n end_ms: 130970\n- text: Y'all know my name, should I say it? 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