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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.33] I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n[00:04.07] I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n[00:06.97] Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n[00:09.85] Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n[00:12.66] Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n[00:15.06] I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n[00:18.45] Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n[00:21.16] Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n[00:23.92] Audemar, Hublot\n[00:27.29] One point five on the two-do'\n[00:30.03] Old hustle, new flow\n[00:32.75] Old money, new ho\n[00:35.44] Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n[00:38.18] Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n[00:41.03] Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n[00:44.12] Since nobody wanna make G shit\n[00:46.54] This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n[00:50.70] This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n[00:56.18] (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n[00:57.37] They want G shit, give it to 'em\n[01:00.42] They want G shit, give it to 'em\n[01:08.73] I'm the one to give it to 'em\n[01:09.23] If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n[01:12.11] Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n[01:15.09] Camouflage, dog tag\n[01:17.71] Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n[01:20.73] Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n[01:23.47] Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n[01:26.25] Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n[01:28.92] A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n[01:31.82] All left field, keep it true, nigga\n[01:35.18] Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n[01:37.99] Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n[01:40.30] Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n[01:43.13] How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n[01:46.16] Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n[01:48.86] Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n[01:51.69] Since nobody wanna make G shit\n[02:16.32] Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Shit\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Paperwork\n  duration_ms: 223000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 4070\n- text: I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n  start_ms: 4070\n  end_ms: 6970\n- text: Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n  start_ms: 6970\n  end_ms: 9850\n- text: Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 12660\n- text: Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n  start_ms: 12660\n  end_ms: 15060\n- text: I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n  start_ms: 15060\n  end_ms: 18450\n- text: Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n  start_ms: 18450\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23920\n- text: Audemar, Hublot\n  start_ms: 23920\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: One point five on the two-do'\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Old hustle, new flow\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 32750\n- text: Old money, new ho\n  start_ms: 32750\n  end_ms: 35440\n- text: Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n  start_ms: 35440\n  end_ms: 38180\n- text: Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n  start_ms: 38180\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Since nobody wanna make G shit\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46540\n- text: This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n  start_ms: 46540\n  end_ms: 50700\n- text: This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n  start_ms: 50700\n  end_ms: 56180\n- text: (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n  start_ms: 56180\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 60420\n- text: They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 60420\n  end_ms: 68730\n- text: I'm the one to give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 68730\n  end_ms: 69230\n- text: If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n  start_ms: 69230\n  end_ms: 72110\n- text: Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n  start_ms: 72110\n  end_ms: 75090\n- text: Camouflage, dog tag\n  start_ms: 75090\n  end_ms: 77710\n- text: Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n  start_ms: 77710\n  end_ms: 80730\n- text: Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n  start_ms: 80730\n  end_ms: 83470\n- text: Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n  start_ms: 83470\n  end_ms: 86250\n- text: Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n  start_ms: 86250\n  end_ms: 88920\n- text: A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n  start_ms: 88920\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: All left field, keep it true, nigga\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 95180\n- text: Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n  start_ms: 95180\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100300\n- text: Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n  start_ms: 100300\n  end_ms: 103130\n- text: How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n  start_ms: 103130\n  end_ms: 106160\n- text: Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n  start_ms: 106160\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  start_ms: 108860\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: Since nobody wanna make G shit\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: Now what the fuck is an ounce? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n  We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Shit\n  artist: T.I.\n  album: Paperwork (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 223507\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n  start_ms: 1330\n  end_ms: 4070\n- text: I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n  start_ms: 4070\n  end_ms: 6970\n- text: Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n  start_ms: 6970\n  end_ms: 9850\n- text: Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 12660\n- text: Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n  start_ms: 12660\n  end_ms: 15060\n- text: I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n  start_ms: 15060\n  end_ms: 18450\n- text: Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n  start_ms: 18450\n  end_ms: 21160\n- text: Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n  start_ms: 21160\n  end_ms: 23920\n- text: Audemar, Hublot\n  start_ms: 23920\n  end_ms: 27290\n- text: One point five on the two-do'\n  start_ms: 27290\n  end_ms: 30030\n- text: Old hustle, new flow\n  start_ms: 30030\n  end_ms: 32750\n- text: Old money, new ho\n  start_ms: 32750\n  end_ms: 35440\n- text: Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n  start_ms: 35440\n  end_ms: 38180\n- text: Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n  start_ms: 38180\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Since nobody wanna make G shit\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46540\n- text: This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n  start_ms: 46540\n  end_ms: 50700\n- text: This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n  start_ms: 50700\n  end_ms: 56180\n- text: (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n  start_ms: 56180\n  end_ms: 57370\n- text: They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 57370\n  end_ms: 60420\n- text: They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 60420\n  end_ms: 68730\n- text: I'm the one to give it to 'em\n  start_ms: 68730\n  end_ms: 69230\n- text: If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n  start_ms: 69230\n  end_ms: 72110\n- text: Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n  start_ms: 72110\n  end_ms: 75090\n- text: Camouflage, dog tag\n  start_ms: 75090\n  end_ms: 77710\n- text: Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n  start_ms: 77710\n  end_ms: 80730\n- text: Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n  start_ms: 80730\n  end_ms: 83470\n- text: Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n  start_ms: 83470\n  end_ms: 86250\n- text: Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n  start_ms: 86250\n  end_ms: 88920\n- text: A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n  start_ms: 88920\n  end_ms: 91820\n- text: All left field, keep it true, nigga\n  start_ms: 91820\n  end_ms: 95180\n- text: Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n  start_ms: 95180\n  end_ms: 97990\n- text: Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n  start_ms: 97990\n  end_ms: 100300\n- text: Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n  start_ms: 100300\n  end_ms: 103130\n- text: How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n  start_ms: 103130\n  end_ms: 106160\n- text: Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n  start_ms: 106160\n  end_ms: 108860\n- text: Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  start_ms: 108860\n  end_ms: 111690\n- text: Since nobody wanna make G shit\n  start_ms: 111690\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: Now what the fuck is an ounce? 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I love that nigga like Pac\n  start_ms: 167330\n  end_ms: 213660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213660\nplain: |-\n  I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n  I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n  Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n  Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n  Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n  I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n  Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n  Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n  Audemar, Hublot\n  One point five on the two-do'\n  Old hustle, new flow\n  Old money, new ho\n  Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n  Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n  Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n  This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n  (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  I'm the one to give it to 'em\n\n  If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n  Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n  Camouflage, dog tag\n  Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n  Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n  Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n  Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n  A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n  All left field, keep it true, nigga\n  Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n  Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n  Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n  How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n  Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n  Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB\n  We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n  We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:32.78] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:35.56] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:38.39] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:41.37] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:44.15] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:46.88] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:49.64] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:52.62] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:55.42] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:58.18] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[03:00.77] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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I love that nigga like Pac\n  start_ms: 167330\n  end_ms: 213660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213660\nplain: |-\n  I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n  I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n  Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n  Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n  Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n  I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n  Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n  Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n  Audemar, Hublot\n  One point five on the two-do'\n  Old hustle, new flow\n  Old money, new ho\n  Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n  Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n  Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n  This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n  (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  I'm the one to give it to 'em\n\n  If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n  Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n  Camouflage, dog tag\n  Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n  Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n  Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n  Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n  A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n  All left field, keep it true, nigga\n  Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n  Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n  Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n  How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n  Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n  Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB\n  We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G’ Shit (Feat. 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G' Shit (feat. 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Shit\n  artist: T.I. feat. 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We smokin' bout an LB\nWe don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\nAnd I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\nThey be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\nGot a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\nBars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\nUsed to hit the highway over twenty of them things\nYoung nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\nWhen Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\nWhen Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\nI was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\nFuck you niggas talking 'bout? 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We smokin' bout an LB\n[02:19.28] We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n[02:22.08] And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n[02:24.96] They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n[02:27.73] Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n[02:30.33] Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n[02:33.34] Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n[02:36.07] Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n[02:39.05] When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n[02:41.49] When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n[02:44.58] I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n[02:47.33] Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n[03:33.66] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G' Shit (feat. 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We smokin' bout an LB\n  start_ms: 136320\n  end_ms: 139280\n- text: We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  start_ms: 139280\n  end_ms: 142080\n- text: And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  start_ms: 142080\n  end_ms: 144960\n- text: They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  start_ms: 144960\n  end_ms: 147730\n- text: Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  start_ms: 147730\n  end_ms: 150330\n- text: Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  start_ms: 150330\n  end_ms: 153340\n- text: Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  start_ms: 153340\n  end_ms: 156070\n- text: Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  start_ms: 156070\n  end_ms: 159050\n- text: When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  start_ms: 159050\n  end_ms: 161490\n- text: When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  start_ms: 161490\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 167330\n- text: Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n  start_ms: 167330\n  end_ms: 213660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213660\nplain: |-\n  I'm a rich nigga like I don't know\n  I can change if I wana, but I won't though\n  Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road\n  Real talk from the heart what I'm known for\n  Skinny jeans, I don't do those\n  I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for\n  Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though\n  Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough\n  Audemar, Hublot\n  One point five on the two-do'\n  Old hustle, new flow\n  Old money, new ho\n  Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold\n  Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?\n  Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes\n  This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes\n  (Since nobody wanna make G shit)\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  They want G shit, give it to 'em\n  I'm the one to give it to 'em\n\n  If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty\n  Still got them choppers, make you run from it\n  Camouflage, dog tag\n  Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass\n  Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?\n  Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that\n  Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back\n  A broke nigga he may entertain all that\n  All left field, keep it true, nigga\n  Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga\n  Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice\n  Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice\n  How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it\n  Don't waste my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?\n  Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks\n  Since nobody wanna make G shit\n\n  Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB\n  We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki\n  And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me\n  They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD\n  Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed\n  Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault\n  Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things\n  Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged\n  When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine\n  When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing\n  I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot\n  Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac\n"}]