[{"id":19477279,"name":"Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)","trackName":"Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)","artistName":"Tech N9ne Collabos","albumName":"Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron) - Single","duration":213.391383,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka\nPerception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka\nTired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka\nReady to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka\nLately I've been on some other type of shit\nTryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit\nExorcising demons every evening I been fighting with\nYard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow\nFully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows\nNow everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win\nHead first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend\nA word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and schemin'\nI'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing\nAin't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life\nCarvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife\nSwitchin' my direction want perfection and a new life\n\nHigh prices on the blow (let go)\nSo it's hard to get dough (let go)\nTried to run up in my pad\nTrying to hit me for my cash\nSo I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\nSick and tired of this shit (let go)\nOld homie turned snitch (let go)\nHomies brought it to the light\nRedded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\nG shit my jeans ripped\nMy homies hold double XL magazine clip\nThe heat spit like loose teeth\nThe kid kick like Bruce Lee\nY'all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit\nI'm 2-3 ballin' but I peep shit\nThis for anybody that say that I'm on some sweet shit\nThis is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit\nThis one for the money cause y'all always on some free shit\nI'm from the city with a system of poverty\nI've seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry\nI've seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery\nLike God can you please let these hoes with more honesty\nBut trust me I tried it before\nThey say my city on fire like the devil horn\nI been talkin' to God he don't hear me though\nSometimes I just wonder should I let it go\n\nHigh prices on the blow (let go)\nSo it's hard to get dough (let go)\nTried to run up in my pad\nTrying to hit me for my cash\nSo I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\nSick and tired of this shit (let go)\nOld homie turned snitch (let go)\nHomies brought it to the light\nRedded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\nEverybody hungry\nEvery night we on three\nAaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies\nWhen they staring right before me like they care\nBut they parasites and only wanna\nrare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni!\nOn yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi\nLead your layered life to lonely\nNigga you best leave my premises\nYou don't wanna be my nemesis\nI'ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. (Die!)\nThen I read my Genesis\nNigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\nAt the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\nLeave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\nNot to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\nEkk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\nTaking the living to necro\nThey never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\nJethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\nAnd I got the green like a gecko\nAnd I'ma never let go of it!\nI been\n\nHigh prices on the blow (let go)\nSo it's hard to get dough (let go)\nTried to run up in my pad\nTrying to hit me for my cash\nSo I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\nSick and tired of this shit (let go)\nOld homie turned snitch (let go)\nHomies brought it to the light\nRedded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)\n  artist: Tech N9ne Collabos\n  album: Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron) - Single\n  duration_ms: 213391\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka\n  Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka\n  Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka\n  Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka\n  Lately I've been on some other type of shit\n  Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit\n  Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with\n  Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow\n  Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows\n  Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win\n  Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend\n  A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and schemin'\n  I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing\n  Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life\n  Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife\n  Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  G shit my jeans ripped\n  My homies hold double XL magazine clip\n  The heat spit like loose teeth\n  The kid kick like Bruce Lee\n  Y'all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit\n  I'm 2-3 ballin' but I peep shit\n  This for anybody that say that I'm on some sweet shit\n  This is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit\n  This one for the money cause y'all always on some free shit\n  I'm from the city with a system of poverty\n  I've seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry\n  I've seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery\n  Like God can you please let these hoes with more honesty\n  But trust me I tried it before\n  They say my city on fire like the devil horn\n  I been talkin' to God he don't hear me though\n  Sometimes I just wonder should I let it go\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  Everybody hungry\n  Every night we on three\n  Aaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies\n  When they staring right before me like they care\n  But they parasites and only wanna\n  rare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni!\n  On yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi\n  Lead your layered life to lonely\n  Nigga you best leave my premises\n  You don't wanna be my nemesis\n  I'ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. (Die!)\n  Then I read my Genesis\n  Nigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\n  At the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\n  Leave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\n  Not to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\n  Ekk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\n  Taking the living to necro\n  They never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\n  Jethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\n  And I got the green like a gecko\n  And I'ma never let go of it!\n  I been\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n"},{"id":9878866,"name":"Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Tech N9ne / Big Scoob","albumName":"Tech N9ne: The Box Set","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\nPut the hood up on my shoulders, man\nI'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\nStill a nigga givin' a fuck\n\nYou can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\nMan they wanna see the boss don\nI be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\nOld nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\nYou can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\nI ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\nDuckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\nWhat they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\nFresh off the grind\n\nStill gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\nYou can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\nLeven vill screamin' with pride\nTill the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\nGutta livin' villain that's me\n(Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\nThe way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\nThe way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\nThe way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\nSpot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\nOn the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\nShow them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\nThe way I ain from hangin' with simps\nAnd never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\nThe way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n(Flash)\nCaught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\nWhy I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\nMy reason for red chucks and red laces\nMy reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\nThe way I go so hard on the liquor\nVill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n(Scoob)\n\nMayne I'm back and I'm hungry\nBig homie from the show me niggas know me\nOnly villain take a yic and then I cloning\nReal talk I can give it how you want it\n\nI can put you niggas on that 5-6\nVillain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\nPut some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\nVans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\nPussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\nOG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\nTakin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\nVill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\nAnd you can get it if you want it with me\n\nDefinitely, I can give you more than you need\nGutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\nThat's how you niggas know that it's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Tech N9ne / Big Scoob\n  album: 'Tech N9ne: The Box Set'\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\n  Put the hood up on my shoulders, man\n  I'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\n  Still a nigga givin' a fuck\n\n  You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\n  Man they wanna see the boss don\n  I be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\n  Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\n  You can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\n  I ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\n  Duckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\n  What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\n  Fresh off the grind\n\n  Still gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\n  You can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\n  Leven vill screamin' with pride\n  Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\n  Gutta livin' villain that's me\n  (Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\n  The way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\n  The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\n  The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\n  Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\n  On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\n  Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\n  The way I ain from hangin' with simps\n  And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\n  The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n  (Flash)\n  Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\n  Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n  'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\n  My reason for red chucks and red laces\n  My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\n  The way I go so hard on the liquor\n  Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n  (Scoob)\n\n  Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry\n  Big homie from the show me niggas know me\n  Only villain take a yic and then I cloning\n  Real talk I can give it how you want it\n\n  I can put you niggas on that 5-6\n  Villain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\n  Put some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\n  Vans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\n  Pussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\n  OG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\n  Takin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\n  Vill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\n  And you can get it if you want it with me\n\n  Definitely, I can give you more than you need\n  Gutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\n  That's how you niggas know that it's me\n"},{"id":13442579,"name":"Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Tech N9ne: The Box Set","duration":244.767347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\nPut the hood up on my shoulders, man\nI'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\nStill a nigga givin' a fuck\n\nYou can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\nMan they wanna see the boss don\nI be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\nOld nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\nYou can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\nI ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\nDuckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\nWhat they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\nFresh off the grind\n\nStill gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\nYou can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\nLeven vill screamin' with pride\nTill the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\nGutta livin' villain that's me\n(Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\nThe way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\nThe way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\nThe way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\nSpot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\nOn the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\nShow them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\nThe way I ain from hangin' with simps\nAnd never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\nThe way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n(Flash)\nCaught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\nWhy I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\nMy reason for red chucks and red laces\nMy reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\nThe way I go so hard on the liquor\nVill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n(Scoob)\n\nMayne I'm back and I'm hungry\nBig homie from the show me niggas know me\nOnly villain take a yic and then I cloning\nReal talk I can give it how you want it\n\nI can put you niggas on that 5-6\nVillain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\nPut some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\nVans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\nPussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\nOG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\nTakin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\nVill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\nAnd you can get it if you want it with me\n\nDefinitely, I can give you more than you need\nGutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\nThat's how you niggas know that it's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Scoob (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: 'Tech N9ne: The Box Set'\n  duration_ms: 244767\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\n  Put the hood up on my shoulders, man\n  I'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\n  Still a nigga givin' a fuck\n\n  You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\n  Man they wanna see the boss don\n  I be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\n  Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\n  You can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\n  I ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\n  Duckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\n  What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\n  Fresh off the grind\n\n  Still gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\n  You can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\n  Leven vill screamin' with pride\n  Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\n  Gutta livin' villain that's me\n  (Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\n  The way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\n  The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\n  The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\n  Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\n  On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\n  Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\n  The way I ain from hangin' with simps\n  And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\n  The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n  (Flash)\n  Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\n  Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n  'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\n  My reason for red chucks and red laces\n  My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\n  The way I go so hard on the liquor\n  Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n  (Scoob)\n\n  Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry\n  Big homie from the show me niggas know me\n  Only villain take a yic and then I cloning\n  Real talk I can give it how you want it\n\n  I can put you niggas on that 5-6\n  Villain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\n  Put some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\n  Vans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\n  Pussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\n  OG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\n  Takin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\n  Vill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\n  And you can get it if you want it with me\n\n  Definitely, I can give you more than you need\n  Gutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\n  That's how you niggas know that it's me\n"},{"id":25686703,"name":"Dysfunctional Ft. Big Scoob And Krizz Kaliko","trackName":"Dysfunctional Ft. 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didn't come to fight and shoot you\nBut you busters better be neutral\nDon't get loose because we cuckoo\n\nListen, They call me genius, I run the show\nWoman be on my penis, It's wonderful\nDemons think they the meanest\nBut I brung the foe on the flow\nLittle bit sick, Don't you know?\n\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nYou could fool around and make me mad\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nMight fool around and make me mad\nDon't make me mad\n\nBorn to hustle\nI'm a product of environment\nThe game done changed\nSo I've been forced into retirement\nBut I make moves and I paid dues\nAnd I got common sense\nSince I can't lose and I can't choose\nThen I'll come back to spit\nI got hit songs but I've been gone so long that I don't fit\nKneeled at the throne but can't get on\nSo I need me a lick\nI write these songs but don't belong\nI'm on some other shit\nI'm huntin leads in desperate need\nI hope it's comin quick\nI'd wrap my brain to find a lane\nThat's gon' bring me some change\nBut it's so strange, My life has changed\nAnd I am not the same\nI come around but since I'm down\nIt feels uncomfortable\nI try to hide it deep inside but I'm dysfunctional\nI never learned to hold it in\nI gets emotional\nFirst, Implode and then explode\nI am combustible\nSo please don't push to play me, pussy\nOn some real shit, Won't be defeated\nIf I'm heated, nigga\nOh shit!\n\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nYou could fool around and make me mad\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nMight fool around and make me mad\nDon't make me mad\n\nI aint no killer but don't push me\nGoodie-Goodie Quiet boy never been no pussy\nCould be carrying something up under my hoody\nKrizz would never snap and kill a baller, y'all\nOr would he?\n\nNow I wanna be peaceful\nBut I carry Desert Eagles where ever black people are\nYou know how black people are\nI peep 'em out, Try to stay evened out\nWanna preach to 'em but their evil keep on seepin out\nEmotions get the best of me\nMessed up and then y'all get the rest of me\nDepressed and stressed, Feel like my destiny\nI know y'all think less of me\nCause I'm always sick and I can't let it be\nPharmaceutical soup be the best recipe\nIt's gon' be the death of me\n\nI need depakote just to cope\nThat's why I keep throwin them pills down my throat\n\nDysfunctional blunts will do\nSmokin Bombay can give me Fung Shui\nBut I wish that it all would go away\nOr maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ\nTo just un-pretzel me\nTryin to pray for change\nBut sometimes it feel like he lets it be\nSo I just take another couple doses\nProbably be fine but if you get too close\nYou'll find out that I...\n\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nYou could fool around and make me mad\nI'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\nIf you push me, It might be bad\nGet a little emotional, Don't you know?\nMight fool around and make me mad\nDon't make me mad","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.98] [}\n[00:01.65] First entry for Sickology 101, Dysfunctional\n[00:05.72] Yeah\n[00:06.51] Don't you bring me nothing stupid\n[00:07.72] If you don't want me to lose it\n[00:09.29] Step back if you don't want me to attack\n[00:10.77] I'm a beast, Better give me the deuces\n[00:12.45] I have no tolerance for nonsense\n[00:13.74] Get away from me\n[00:15.51] Me don't wanna get dollars\n[00:16.65] Don't wanna holler but you makin me\n[00:18.50] I'm a little dysfunctional\n[00:19.58] You're the problem, Please don't awakin me\n[00:21.56] And I'm that way cause back in the day\n[00:23.18] Most have forsaken me\n[00:24.54] Lodi dodi, I'm at the party\n[00:27.08] On a drunk night with a punk\n[00:27.82] Might dude wanna pick a fight because he's sorry...\n[00:29.25] That he aint Gotti, Like I be\n[00:32.46] Cause he sloppy, Not me\n[00:34.21] Costly rocks be spot free\n[00:36.15] But he don't know I'm roguish\n[00:37.45] Surrounded by my soldiers\n[00:39.13] And they be locked and loaded\n[00:40.48] Will explode if you can't hold us\n[00:42.24] And we don't got no scruples\n[00:43.39] We didn't come to fight and shoot you\n[00:45.12] But you busters better be neutral\n[00:46.34] Don't get loose because we cuckoo\n[00:47.98] Listen, They call me genius, I run the show\n[00:50.85] Woman be on my penis, It's wonderful\n[00:53.83] Demons think they the meanest\n[00:55.63] But I brung the foe on the flow\n[00:57.58] Little bit sick, Don't you know?\n[00:59.15] I'm a little dysfunctional, Don't you know?\n[01:02.85] If you push me, It might be bad\n[01:05.17] Get a little emotional, Don't you know?\n[01:08.82] You could fool around 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That's my nigga rippin it up\nPut the hood up on my shoulders man I'm lifin it up\nTip in my cup, still a nigga givin a fuck\nYou can get touched, pussy nigga spillin them guts\n\nMan they wanna see the boss don\nI be stompin on the hardest streets they walk on\nOld nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\nYou can test it nigga watch me get my vill on, yeah!!\n\nI ain't changed nigga hungry for bread\nLeft me for dead, duckin dodgin shakin the feds\nWhat they missed nigga so I'm back searchin for mine, fresh off the grind\nStill gutta sick with these rhymes\n\nFlippin these lines, you can see the truth in my eyes\nNever no lies, leven vill screamin with pride\nTill the day that they rest me, hog stylin gutta livin villain that's me\n(Tell em who you talkin bout)\n\nThe way I, drink heavy when I party n shit\nThe way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry n shit\nThe way I, make it switch it from red to dookie brown\nSpot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay em down\n\nOn the roads and be no lost cause and wait around\nShow them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\nThe way I refrain, from hangin with simps and never\nFuckin with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\nThe way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder (flash!)\nCaught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\nWhy I'm half martyr, The reason I take showers cuz\nI don't like sittin in ma ass water\n\nMy reason for red chucks and red laces\nMy reason for fuckin up and never catchin fair cases\nThe way I go so hard on the liquor\nVill livin' is a given and create it because of my nigga\n\nScoob!; big scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)\n\nMayne I'm back and I'm hungry, big homie from the show me niggas know me\nOnly villain take a yic and then I cloning\nReal talk I can give it how you want it\nI can put you niggas on that 5-6\n\nVillain niggas movin the crowd, and I'm tryna make Strange\nPut some hog in they style\nDogg and I'm wild, vans left the bark on the ground\nStompin him out, pussy nigga runnin' his mouth\n\nBut for now imma changed man\nOG so I'm stickin to the game plan\nTakin papers makin moves like a grown man\nVill steppin in the seven first up for the field plan\n\nAnd you can get it if you want it with me\nDefinitely, I can give you more than you need\nGutta livin and I'm screamin the V\nWherever I be, that's how you niggas know that it's me\n\nScoob!; big scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob, what!)\nBig scoob, scoob\nSchoob-elubelubelu (scoob, scoob, scoob)\n\nThis has been brught to you by big old cop of a big old Canadian whisky; he he he\nAnd I take a drink mehn\nWe'd party, kicking it baby\nAll this album yeah\nAin't nobody gave me a Dollar and nothing\nAnd am coming back to be a big scoob; you know am a hassler am gonna make some money mehn","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.05] Well alright; he he he he he\n[00:03.46] This would go out to all my hasslers out there in Killer City\n[00:07.51] Doing your thing baby; he he he\n[00:09.79] You already know this nagger mehn\n[00:11.27] He's been runnin' all around here for years\n[00:13.29] Hash-tag\n[00:14.41] This is thing you forget every good hassler must have some\n[00:18.60] His family n' folks call him stupid but I know him like\n[00:21.82] Big Scoob! 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Tech N9ne & Big Scoob)\n  artist: Tech N9ne Collabos\n  album: Strange Reign (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 210489\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If you don't drink much\n  If you wake up and you don't think bucks\n  If you ain't tryna smoke the green stuff\n  If you the opposite of these let's link up\n  I ain't fuckin' with you if you ain't livin' driven\n  No matter how much dirt you diggin' even if you is in prison\n  If you stay on a mission in the kitchen whippin' chickens\n  If you a miss who love getting dickin' then diggin' thizzin'\n  If you a money maker, and not a funny faker\n  Bunny chaser, but your behavior is a heart and tummy acher\n  If you got spit, hot for real, you don't pop shit\n  And stop lips, to cop scripts not, wit' a nigga on the block tip\n  If you ain't-a bitch, thank ya, and you really want gangsta shit\n  Bang to this, if a nigga ain't soft like a handkerchief, drink a sip\n  If you wanna come and get the money\n  quickly, and I'm talking brains grip!\n  If you wanna hunny me and not a dummy wit' me, let's link bitch!\n\n  You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga\n  And I can't hear them suckas talkin' unless they talkin' figures\n  And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch\n  Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch\n  Money getters turf the realest over here, bitch\n  Far from sucka never trippin' over that bitch\n  I'm allergic to these suckas never had shit\n  Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch\n\n  If you fed up, with the bullshit, with the pulpit\n  If you fed up with the bully at school sick\n  If you enemy and wanna let the tool spit\n  If you rule shit, and wrong with a crude clique\n  Who gets everybody zooted, woo chicks making 'em lose it\n  If them fools rich and taking group pics\n  Of huge chips on Instagram, tempt the man to go move quick\n  To make them dudes strip\n  Put the milli on the loose lips\n  If you the nigga with the Ruger spitter\n  and you 'bout to come out on a true lick\n  If you fuck with Tech N9ne in this hoe\n  And if you always wanted to see him rhyme at a show\n  So if you bring that greenery and wine and the dough\n  Baby girl if you get naked and waste no time then you blow, let's go!\n\n  You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga\n  And I can't hear them suckas talkin' unless they talkin' figures\n  And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch\n  Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch\n  Money getters turf the realest over here, bitch\n  Far from sucka never trippin' over that bitch\n  I'm allergic to these suckas never had shit\n  Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch\n\n  If a sucka don't fit you if you never be slippin' without a pistol\n  Quick to run up on a nigga that tried to diss you\n  Too bitch to say it if you pit bull then he a Shih Tzu\n  If you like it insane and you ain't with the norm, you with Strange\n  And you ain't what them stupid pity games\n  That motherfuckers play try to mess with your brain\n  Yeah, if you ain't-a stink butt, if you and the name fuckboy\n  Never synced up\n  If you mama nem didn't raise a cream puff\n  If you swing cuts that have they dreams crushed\n  If you a bad bitch and you inked up\n  If you ain't faulty and never have a nigga jinxed up\n  If we broke and you would help me rob a Brink's truck\n  Then give a clean fuck, baby let's link up\n\n  You can miss me with that bullshit, pussy nigga\n  And I can't hear them suckas talkin' unless they talkin' figures\n  And I ain't checkin' for no broke ass bad bitch\n  Keep your pussy, keep it movin' over there, bitch\n  Money getters turf the realest over here, bitch\n  Far from sucka never trippin' over that bitch\n  I'm allergic to these suckas never had shit\n  Either hate me or you love me with a bad bitch\n"},{"id":16240018,"name":"Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)","trackName":"Let Go (feat. 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(Die!)\nThen I read my Genesis\nNigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\nAt the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\nLeave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\nNot to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\nEkk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\nTaking the living to necro\nThey never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\nJethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\nAnd I got the green like a gecko\nAnd I'ma never let go of it!\nI been\n\nHigh prices on the blow (let go)\nSo it's hard to get dough (let go)\nTried to run up in my pad\nTrying to hit me for my cash\nSo I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\nSick and tired of this shit (let go)\nOld homie turned snitch (let go)\nHomies brought it to the light\nRedded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Go (feat. Big Scoob, Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Strange Reign (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 213333\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka\n  Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka\n  Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka\n  Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka\n  Lately I've been on some other type of shit\n  Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit\n  Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with\n  Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow\n  Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows\n  Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win\n  Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend\n  A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and schemin'\n  I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing\n  Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life\n  Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife\n  Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  G shit my jeans ripped\n  My homies hold double XL magazine clip\n  The heat spit like loose teeth\n  The kid kick like Bruce Lee\n  Y'all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit\n  I'm 2-3 ballin' but I peep shit\n  This for anybody that say that I'm on some sweet shit\n  This is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit\n  This one for the money cause y'all always on some free shit\n  I'm from the city with a system of poverty\n  I've seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry\n  I've seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery\n  Like God can you please let these hoes with more honesty\n  But trust me I tried it before\n  They say my city on fire like the devil horn\n  I been talkin' to God he don't hear me though\n  Sometimes I just wonder should I let it go\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  Everybody hungry\n  Every night we on three\n  Aaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies\n  When they staring right before me like they care\n  But they parasites and only wanna\n  rare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni!\n  On yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi\n  Lead your layered life to lonely\n  Nigga you best leave my premises\n  You don't wanna be my nemesis\n  I'ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. (Die!)\n  Then I read my Genesis\n  Nigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\n  At the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\n  Leave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\n  Not to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\n  Ekk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\n  Taking the living to necro\n  They never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\n  Jethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\n  And I got the green like a gecko\n  And I'ma never let go of it!\n  I been\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n"},{"id":15869228,"name":"Let Go (Big Scoob Feat. 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(Die!)\nThen I read my Genesis\nNigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\nAt the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\nLeave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\nNot to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\nEkk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\nTaking the living to necro\nThey never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\nJethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\nAnd I got the green like a gecko\nAnd I'ma never let go of it!\nI been\n\nHigh prices on the blow (let go)\nSo it's hard to get dough (let go)\nTried to run up in my pad\nTrying to hit me for my cash\nSo I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\nSick and tired of this shit (let go)\nOld homie turned snitch (let go)\nHomies brought it to the light\nRedded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let Go (Big Scoob Feat. Tech N9ne & Darrein Safron)\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Strange Reign\n  duration_ms: 213368\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Struggle make you humble as a motherfucka, hungry as a motherfucka\n  Perception is a bitch but the truth is a motherfucka\n  Tired of you motherfuckas, tired as a motherfucka\n  Ready to load a clip and get to bustin' in this motherfucka\n  Lately I've been on some other type of shit\n  Tryin' to find some light in this, searchin' for enlighten-shit\n  Exorcising demons every evening I been fighting with\n  Yard full of broken bottles, fighting not to take a swallow\n  Fully loaded clip I'm 'bout to flip and get to dumpin' hollows\n  Now everybody excited and I'm ready I'ma die to win\n  Head first I'm diving in, anybody fuck a friend\n  A word with no meanin', so I'm plottin' and schemin'\n  I'm so done with this dreamin', dyin' slow and barely breathing\n  Ain't no future in this bullshit, rappin' or the street life\n  Carvin' my intestines, and deception is the dull knife\n  Switchin' my direction want perfection and a new life\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  G shit my jeans ripped\n  My homies hold double XL magazine clip\n  The heat spit like loose teeth\n  The kid kick like Bruce Lee\n  Y'all false as Bloods that bleed Crip on that weak shit\n  I'm 2-3 ballin' but I peep shit\n  This for anybody that say that I'm on some sweet shit\n  This is for the Darrein is just too R&B shit\n  This one for the money cause y'all always on some free shit\n  I'm from the city with a system of poverty\n  I've seen my homies go from ride or die to a rivalry\n  I've seen these hoes loyalty turn into a robbery\n  Like God can you please let these hoes with more honesty\n  But trust me I tried it before\n  They say my city on fire like the devil horn\n  I been talkin' to God he don't hear me though\n  Sometimes I just wonder should I let it go\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n\n  Everybody hungry\n  Every night we on three\n  Aaron fight the Fahrenheit of very trifling homies\n  When they staring right before me like they care\n  But they parasites and only wanna\n  rare bite of millionaire Rice-A-Roni!\n  On yo nose, the flare light is there like a Hongi\n  Lead your layered life to lonely\n  Nigga you best leave my premises\n  You don't wanna be my nemesis\n  I'ma put it on the B.I.B.L.E. (Die!)\n  Then I read my Genesis\n  Nigga I train and I train for when they aim for my change\n  At the range ain't a thang they know my name and it's Strange\n  Leave your brains on the terrain dead if he came for the games\n  Not to explain but me and my dame keep a thang and it bangs!\n  Ekk ket ket ket ket ket pooh pooh pdddit nigga\n  Taking the living to necro\n  They never knew Missouri killas would be hillbillies like\n  Jethro, Bodine, slept slow, codeine I'm so mean like Destro\n  And I got the green like a gecko\n  And I'ma never let go of it!\n  I been\n\n  High prices on the blow (let go)\n  So it's hard to get dough (let go)\n  Tried to run up in my pad\n  Trying to hit me for my cash\n  So I dm-dm-dm (had to let go)\n  Sick and tired of this shit (let go)\n  Old homie turned snitch (let go)\n  Homies brought it to the light\n  Redded all in black and white like oh no (had to let go)\n"},{"id":33707060,"name":"Bet I Don't (feat. Txxx Will)","trackName":"Bet I Don't (feat. 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branded since I landed on Highland in '86\nI'm a tyrant but my hustle is vibrant I made it rich\nI ain't never put the 2 on the 10, I ain't a bitch\nAnd you never catch me hangin' with him, that boy's a snitch\nIf you trickin' with these bitches my nig, that's how you live\nTry to twist it, try to flip it my nig, it's what it is\nGot these bitches in your business, she witness you put in work\nThen that same bitch flip for the feds and spill your dirt\nThat ain't pimpin' lil' potna, got sloppy to get the skirt\nMan that pussy make these rookies get clumsy, I stay alert\n\nHe be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\nHe be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\nCatch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\nTake a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\nRun your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\nLet her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\nTrick ass niggas\n\nLettin' a bitch off in your biz, what part of the game is that?\nWhile you cookin' in the kitchen, man how lame is that?\nSome niggas never learn, you don't get a second turn\nWatch your step and get it while you can, don't let a second burn\nThese niggas trickin' with bitches\nSpendin' money just like they makin' it\nIt's bad enough if you got it, but these niggas fakin' it\nI'm the type of nigga that'll just say fuck it\nGrimy nigga, pocket full of money in the bucket\nI can lay low and give a fuck if they know me\nAnd lyin' ain't my thing, I only lie to the police\nThey stretchin' the digits, these niggas fakin' for bitches\nProbably get popped and start snitchin'\n, Have judges handin' out sentences\nThey always lyin' talkin' shit about what they got\nAnd then the stupid niggas wonder why they got popped\nAnd I don't ride with niggas, I take my own car\nCause niggas runnin' they mouth and they got owned star\n\nHe be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\nHe be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\nCatch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\nTake a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\nRun your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\nLet her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n\nBig Scoob I got you pimpin'\nIt's one thing you gotta know when you shuffle the blow\nYou never let a ho know where you keepin' your dough\nIf you tryna make the squad and contribute to Moe\nYou gotta eat, sleep, shit and sit when I say so\nI'm gone off the liquor, I'm quicker with the Ruger\nBeware of the nigga that's with her, he's a shooter\nI swear that the nigga that's with her, he the truther\nKnock the shingles off your roof-er, diminishin' your future\nLames with no game like to kiss and they tell\nIn the Range with two dames, one brick and a scale\nHit the spot where the guap at, the pot and the yayo\nNot knowin' that these hoes they be plottin' to bail\nWake up in the A.M. the bitches be gone\nTook the money and the brick but they left the Patron\nYou's a silly motherfucker, type of shit you be on\nAnd what that is I won't do, I bet you I don't do\n\nHe be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\nHe be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\nCatch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\nTake a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\nRun your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\nLet her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\nMan he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n\nNah for real man\nBet I don't man, bet I do not\nI heard y'all be off in the strip club payin' the light bills\nBuyin' bitches titties, payin' the rent and all that man\nBet I don't, now y'all writin' songs about it\nTalkin' bout it ain't trickin' if you make\nIt rain, it ain't trickin' if you got it\nIt's trickin', now she got it nigga\nKeepin' all my money to myself man\nBet I don't man, you niggas out here payin' for pussy\nPussy supposed to be free, that's what a bitch was put here for nigga","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bet I Don't (feat. Txxx Will)\n  artist: Big Scoob\n  album: Monsterifik (Tech N9NE Presents)\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I know you will (Bet I don't)\n  He be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\n  He be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\n  Catch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Take a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\n  Run your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\n  Let her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Man I'm talkin' bout you pussy niggas man\n\n  Things changed in the game, now the villain is old\n  Still the coldest story told, I'm a beast from the Moe\n  I ain't hatin' on these youngins I'm just statin' the facts\n  We been called to come and get it so we takin' it back\n  Old head, long bread, I was raised in the gutter\n  No scared, more dead, man these niggas can't touch us\n  I've been branded since I landed on Highland in '86\n  I'm a tyrant but my hustle is vibrant I made it rich\n  I ain't never put the 2 on the 10, I ain't a bitch\n  And you never catch me hangin' with him, that boy's a snitch\n  If you trickin' with these bitches my nig, that's how you live\n  Try to twist it, try to flip it my nig, it's what it is\n  Got these bitches in your business, she witness you put in work\n  Then that same bitch flip for the feds and spill your dirt\n  That ain't pimpin' lil' potna, got sloppy to get the skirt\n  Man that pussy make these rookies get clumsy, I stay alert\n\n  He be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\n  He be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\n  Catch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Take a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\n  Run your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\n  Let her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Trick ass niggas\n\n  Lettin' a bitch off in your biz, what part of the game is that?\n  While you cookin' in the kitchen, man how lame is that?\n  Some niggas never learn, you don't get a second turn\n  Watch your step and get it while you can, don't let a second burn\n  These niggas trickin' with bitches\n  Spendin' money just like they makin' it\n  It's bad enough if you got it, but these niggas fakin' it\n  I'm the type of nigga that'll just say fuck it\n  Grimy nigga, pocket full of money in the bucket\n  I can lay low and give a fuck if they know me\n  And lyin' ain't my thing, I only lie to the police\n  They stretchin' the digits, these niggas fakin' for bitches\n  Probably get popped and start snitchin'\n  , Have judges handin' out sentences\n  They always lyin' talkin' shit about what they got\n  And then the stupid niggas wonder why they got popped\n  And I don't ride with niggas, I take my own car\n  Cause niggas runnin' they mouth and they got owned star\n\n  He be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\n  He be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\n  Catch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Take a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\n  Run your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\n  Let her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n\n  Big Scoob I got you pimpin'\n  It's one thing you gotta know when you shuffle the blow\n  You never let a ho know where you keepin' your dough\n  If you tryna make the squad and contribute to Moe\n  You gotta eat, sleep, shit and sit when I say so\n  I'm gone off the liquor, I'm quicker with the Ruger\n  Beware of the nigga that's with her, he's a shooter\n  I swear that the nigga that's with her, he the truther\n  Knock the shingles off your roof-er, diminishin' your future\n  Lames with no game like to kiss and they tell\n  In the Range with two dames, one brick and a scale\n  Hit the spot where the guap at, the pot and the yayo\n  Not knowin' that these hoes they be plottin' to bail\n  Wake up in the A.M. the bitches be gone\n  Took the money and the brick but they left the Patron\n  You's a silly motherfucker, type of shit you be on\n  And what that is I won't do, I bet you I don't do\n\n  He be lyin' bout his yacht and pools (Bet I don't)\n  He be hangin' with them snitchin' dudes (Bet I don't)\n  Catch him in traffic he ain't got the tools (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n  Take a broad to the safe spot (Bet I don't)\n  Run your mouth and tell her what you got (Bet I don't)\n  Let her watch while you bought a pot (Bet I don't)\n  Man he will (Bet I don't) nah for real (Bet I don't)\n\n  Nah for real man\n  Bet I don't man, bet I do not\n  I heard y'all be off in the strip club payin' the light bills\n  Buyin' bitches titties, payin' the rent and all that man\n  Bet I don't, now y'all writin' songs about it\n  Talkin' bout it ain't trickin' if you make\n  It rain, it ain't trickin' if you got it\n  It's trickin', now she got it nigga\n  Keepin' all my money to myself man\n  Bet I don't man, you niggas out here payin' for pussy\n  Pussy supposed to be free, that's what a bitch was put here for nigga\n"},{"id":31301715,"name":"Big Scoob(featuring Big Scoob)","trackName":"Big Scoob(featuring Big Scoob)","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Misery Loves Kompany","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\nPut the hood up on my shoulders, man\nI'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\nStill a nigga givin' a fuck\n\nYou can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\nMan they wanna see the boss don\nI be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\nOld nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\nYou can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\nI ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\nDuckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\nWhat they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\nFresh off the grind\n\nStill gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\nYou can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\nLeven vill screamin' with pride\nTill the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\nGutta livin' villain that's me\n(Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\nThe way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\nThe way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\nThe way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\nSpot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\nOn the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\nShow them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\nThe way I ain from hangin' with simps\nAnd never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\nThe way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n(Flash)\nCaught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\nWhy I'm half martyr, the reason I 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hog stylin'\n  Gutta livin' villain that's me\n  (Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\n  The way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\n  The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\n  The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\n  Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\n  On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\n  Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\n  The way I ain from hangin' with simps\n  And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\n  The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n  (Flash)\n  Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\n  Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n  'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\n  My reason for red chucks and red laces\n  My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\n  The way I go so hard on the liquor\n  Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n  (Scoob)\n\n  Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry\n  Big homie from the 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way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\n  The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\n  The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\n  Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\n  On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\n  Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\n  The way I ain from hangin' with simps\n  And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\n  The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n  (Flash)\n  Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\n  Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n  'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\n  My reason for red chucks and red laces\n  My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\n  The way I go so hard on the liquor\n  Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n  (Scoob)\n\n  Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry\n  Big homie from the show me niggas know me\n  Only villain take a yic and then I cloning\n  Real talk I can give it how you want it\n\n  I can put you niggas on that 5-6\n  Villain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\n  Put some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\n  Vans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\n  Pussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\n  OG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\n  Takin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\n  Vill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\n  And you can get it if you want it with me\n\n  Definitely, I can give you more than you need\n  Gutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\n  That's how you niggas know that it's me\n"},{"id":13665989,"name":"Big Scoob featuring Big Scoob","trackName":"Big Scoob featuring Big Scoob","artistName":"Tech N9ne","albumName":"Collabos-Misery Loves Kompany","duration":244.733333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\nPut the hood up on my shoulders, man\nI'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\nStill a nigga givin' a fuck\n\nYou can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\nMan they wanna see the boss don\nI be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\nOld nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\nYou can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\nI ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\nDuckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\nWhat they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\nFresh off the grind\n\nStill gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\nYou can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\nLeven vill screamin' with pride\nTill the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\nGutta livin' villain that's me\n(Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\nThe way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\nThe way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\nThe way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\nSpot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\nOn the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\nShow them hoes there'll be no toss drawers 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makin' moves like a grown man\nVill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\nAnd you can get it if you want it with me\n\nDefinitely, I can give you more than you need\nGutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\nThat's how you niggas know that it's me","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Big Scoob featuring Big Scoob\n  artist: Tech N9ne\n  album: Collabos-Misery Loves Kompany\n  duration_ms: 244733\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Big Scoob, that's my nigga rippin' it up\n  Put the hood up on my shoulders, man\n  I'm lifin it up, tip in my cup\n  Still a nigga givin' a fuck\n\n  You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts\n  Man they wanna see the boss don\n  I be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on\n  Old nigga but my knuckle game is still on, it's still strong\n\n  You can test it nigga, watch me get my vill on, yeah\n  I ain't changed nigga, hungry for bread, left me for dead\n  Duckin' dodgin' shakin' the feds\n  What they missed nigga so I'm back searchin' for mine\n  Fresh off the grind\n\n  Still gutta sick with these rhymes, flippin' these lines\n  You can see the truth in my eyes, never no lies\n  Leven vill screamin' with pride\n  Till the day that they rest me, hog stylin'\n  Gutta livin' villain that's me\n  (Tell 'em who you talkin' 'bout)\n\n  The way I drink heavy when I party 'n shit\n  The way I disrespect a bitch and say sorry 'n shit\n  The way I make it switch it from red to dookie brown\n  Spot a curve and dope boss dogg and lay 'em down\n\n  On the roads and be no lost 'cause and wait around\n  Show them hoes there'll be no toss drawers till you pay the hound\n  The way I ain from hangin' with simps\n  And never fuckin' with shrimp that ain't deveined\n\n  The way I smash for the cash, the way I mash harder\n  (Flash)\n  Caught a broadcast on the blast with a last broader\n  Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers\n  'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water\n\n  My reason for red chucks and red laces\n  My reason for fuckin' up and never catchin' fair cases\n  The way I go so hard on the liquor\n  Vill livin is a given and create it because of my nigga\n  (Scoob)\n\n  Mayne I'm back and I'm hungry\n  Big homie from the show me niggas know me\n  Only villain take a yic and then I cloning\n  Real talk I can give it how you want it\n\n  I can put you niggas on that 5-6\n  Villain niggas movin' the crowd and I'm tryna make strange\n  Put some hog in they style, dogg and I'm wild\n  Vans left the bark on the ground, stompin' him out\n  Pussy nigga runnin' his mouth, but for now I'mma changed man\n\n  OG so I'm stickin' to the game plan\n  Takin' papers, makin' moves like a grown man\n  Vill steppin' in the seven first up for the field plan\n  And you can get it if you want it with me\n\n  Definitely, I can give you more than you need\n  Gutta livin' and I'm screamin' the V, wherever I be\n  That's how you niggas know that it's me\n"}]