[{"id":30265331,"name":"15. Tha Dogg Pound - Reality","trackName":"15. Tha Dogg Pound - Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nand pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(all my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nin the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\na lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\non the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nfor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nto survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nto survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\ncause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nout to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nafter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\ntil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n[00:53.95] Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n[00:56.45] Will money be the root of my destruction?\n[00:58.50] Without the money I can't even seem to function\n[01:01.06] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[01:02.70] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:05.29] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n[01:07.16] As complex as the situation gets\n[01:09.58] I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n[01:12.27] To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n[01:15.32] Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n[01:17.32] Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n[01:19.97] But ain't that much twistin in existance\n[01:22.56] And this is how you show me love\n[01:24.94] It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n[01:27.76] Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n[01:31.61] and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n[01:34.46] (all my homies) for jackers only\n[01:36.08] Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n[01:38.26] I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n[01:40.55] Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n[01:43.03] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:45.74] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n[01:48.70] *repeat 2X*\n[02:03.38] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[02:03.84] I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n[02:06.49] in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n[02:08.93] Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n[02:11.69] a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n[02:14.01] Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n[02:16.86] on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n[02:19.35] These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n[02:22.16] for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n[02:24.32] (Kurupt)\n[02:24.75] Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n[02:27.43] to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n[02:29.82] So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n[02:32.45] to survive nowadays\n[02:34.30] Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n[02:36.70] cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n[02:39.42] out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n[02:42.72] It irks me, strenuous controversy\n[02:45.23] What's next on the list to complete\n[02:47.69] after all this shit that popped off on the street\n[02:50.38] And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n[02:52.97] Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n[02:55.65] It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n[03:00.50] (Tray Dee)\n[03:01.23] Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n[03:03.54] Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n[03:05.86] I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n[03:08.29] Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n[03:10.88] Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n[03:13.40] Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n[03:16.69] It's no remorse when you cross my course\n[03:18.66] I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n[03:21.14] Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n[03:23.59] Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n[03:26.19] Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n[03:28.83] B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n[03:31.40] Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n[03:34.16] Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n[03:36.69] til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n[03:39.17] Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n[03:41.99] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[03:44.64] Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n[03:53.70] *continues with variations*\n[03:54.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 15. 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''\n  start_ms: 234610\nplain: |-\n  What is reality?\n  Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n  They ain't tryin to know shit\n  Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n  Get my motherfuckin paper\n  You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (all my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  to survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  after all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *continues with variations*\n"},{"id":357075,"name":"Reality","trackName":"Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n[00:53.95] Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n[00:56.45] Will money be the root of my destruction?\n[00:58.50] Without the money I can't even seem to function\n[01:01.06] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[01:02.70] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:05.29] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n[01:07.16] As complex as the situation gets\n[01:09.58] I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n[01:12.27] To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n[01:15.32] Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n[01:17.32] Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n[01:19.97] But ain't that much twistin in existance\n[01:22.56] And this is how you show me love\n[01:24.94] It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n[01:27.76] Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n[01:31.61] And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n[01:34.46] (All my homies) for jackers only\n[01:36.08] Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n[01:38.26] I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n[01:40.55] Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n[01:43.03] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:45.74] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n[01:48.70] *Repeat 2X*\n[02:03.38] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[02:03.84] I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n[02:06.49] In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n[02:08.93] Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n[02:11.69] A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n[02:14.01] Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n[02:16.86] On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n[02:19.35] These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n[02:22.16] For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n[02:24.32] (Kurupt)\n[02:24.75] Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n[02:27.43] To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n[02:29.82] So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n[02:32.45] To survive nowadays\n[02:34.30] Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n[02:36.70] Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n[02:39.42] Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n[02:42.72] It irks me, strenuous controversy\n[02:45.23] What's next on the list to complete\n[02:47.69] After all this shit that popped off on the street\n[02:50.38] And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n[02:52.97] Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n[02:55.65] It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n[03:00.50] (Tray Dee)\n[03:01.23] Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n[03:03.54] Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n[03:05.86] I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n[03:08.29] Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n[03:10.88] Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n[03:13.40] Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n[03:16.69] It's no remorse when you cross my course\n[03:18.66] I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n[03:21.14] Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n[03:23.59] Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n[03:26.19] Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n[03:28.83] B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n[03:31.40] Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n[03:34.16] Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n[03:36.69] Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n[03:39.17] Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n[03:41.99] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[03:44.64] Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n[03:53.70] *Continues with variations*\n[03:54.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reality\n  artist: Tha Dogg Pound\n  album: Dogg Food\n  duration_ms: 376000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What is reality?\n  start_ms: 1410\n  end_ms: 3390\n- text: Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n  start_ms: 3390\n  end_ms: 6350\n- text: They ain't tryin to know shit\n  start_ms: 6350\n  end_ms: 8420\n- text: Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n  start_ms: 8420\n  end_ms: 11820\n- text: Get my motherfuckin paper\n  start_ms: 11820\n  end_ms: 15340\n- text: You don't think so? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":32052848,"name":"Reality","trackName":"Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Dogg Food (Digitally Remastered)","duration":376.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":16653585,"name":"Reality (Prod. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nand pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(all my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nin the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\na lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\non the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nfor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nto survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nto survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\ncause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nout to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nafter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\ntil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (all my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  to survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  after all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *continues with variations*\n"},{"id":32944860,"name":"Reality Feat. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nand pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(all my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nin the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\na lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\non the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nfor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nto survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nto survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\ncause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nout to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nafter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\ntil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (all my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  to survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  after all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *continues with variations*\n"},{"id":17839041,"name":"Reality (feat. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nand pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(all my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nin the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\na lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\non the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nfor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nto survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nto survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\ncause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nout to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nafter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\ntil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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''\n  start_ms: 234610\nplain: |-\n  What is reality?\n  Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n  They ain't tryin to know shit\n  Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n  Get my motherfuckin paper\n  You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (all my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  to survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  after all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *continues with variations*\n"},{"id":6324450,"name":"Reality (feat. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":7479244,"name":"Reality","trackName":"Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound, Big Tray Deee","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":377.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":35668120,"name":"Reality (feat. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n[00:53.95] Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n[00:56.45] Will money be the root of my destruction?\n[00:58.50] Without the money I can't even seem to function\n[01:01.06] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[01:02.70] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:05.29] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n[01:07.16] As complex as the situation gets\n[01:09.58] I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n[01:12.27] To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n[01:15.32] Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n[01:17.32] Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n[01:19.97] But ain't that much twistin in existance\n[01:22.56] And this is how you show me love\n[01:24.94] It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n[01:27.76] Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n[01:31.61] And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n[01:34.46] (All my homies) for jackers only\n[01:36.08] Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n[01:38.26] I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n[01:40.55] Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n[01:43.03] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:45.74] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n[01:48.70] *Repeat 2X*\n[02:03.38] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[02:03.84] I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n[02:06.49] In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n[02:08.93] Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n[02:11.69] A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n[02:14.01] Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n[02:16.86] On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n[02:19.35] These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n[02:22.16] For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n[02:24.32] (Kurupt)\n[02:24.75] Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n[02:27.43] To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n[02:29.82] So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n[02:32.45] To survive nowadays\n[02:34.30] Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n[02:36.70] Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n[02:39.42] Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n[02:42.72] It irks me, strenuous controversy\n[02:45.23] What's next on the list to complete\n[02:47.69] After all this shit that popped off on the street\n[02:50.38] And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n[02:52.97] Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n[02:55.65] It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n[03:00.50] (Tray Dee)\n[03:01.23] Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n[03:03.54] Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n[03:05.86] I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n[03:08.29] Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n[03:10.88] Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n[03:13.40] Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n[03:16.69] It's no remorse when you cross my course\n[03:18.66] I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n[03:21.14] Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n[03:23.59] Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n[03:26.19] Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n[03:28.83] B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n[03:31.40] Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n[03:34.16] Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n[03:36.69] Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n[03:39.17] Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n[03:41.99] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[03:44.64] Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n[03:53.70] *Continues with variations*\n[03:54.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reality (feat. 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":6324449,"name":"Reality","trackName":"Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound feat. Big Tray Deee","albumName":"Dogg Food","duration":377.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":21560626,"name":"Reality","trackName":"Reality","artistName":"Tha Dogg Pound","albumName":"Chapter 127. Southside Holdin`","duration":507.611429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What is reality?\nMotherfuckers out here don't know shit\nThey ain't tryin to know shit\nJust a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\nGet my motherfuckin paper\nYou don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\nCause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\nGotta get paid motherfucker\n\n(Kurupt)\nFuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\nWhen it seems to be reality is just a dream\nEye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\nWhen I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\nSo, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\nWhile my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\nWhat I represent God only knows what lies for myself\nJealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\nWill I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nAnd pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(All my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*Repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nIn the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\nA lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\nOn the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nFor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nTo survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nTo survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\nCause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nOut to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nAfter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\nTil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*Continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? 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Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (All my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *Repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  In the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  To survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  To survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  Cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  After all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  Til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *Continues with variations*\n"},{"id":20210755,"name":"Reality (feat. 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Later selfish for the rest of my life\nCause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\nWill money be the root of my destruction?\nWithout the money I can't even seem to function\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality\nAs complex as the situation gets\nI remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\nTo make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\nAhh shit, I don't believe this\nSome niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\nBut ain't that much twistin in existance\nAnd this is how you show me love\nIt shows me exactly what money's capable of\nNow is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\nand pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n(all my homies) for jackers only\nCome twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\nI'm back with the fifth of Henn\nKurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nThere's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n*repeat 2X*\n\n(Dat Nigga Daz)\nI give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\nin the world of madness, will my composure be the same\nWill my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\na lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\nLife ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\non the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\nThese six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\nfor what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n(Kurupt)\nDaily it enhances the penetentiary chances\nto survive in nineteen ninety-five\nSo I got nineteen ninety-five ways\nto survive nowadays\nTime and time again, I bust a rhyme again\ncause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\nout to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\nIt irks me, strenuous controversy\nWhat's next on the list to complete\nafter all this shit that popped off on the street\nAnd all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\nCause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\nIt's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n(Tray Dee)\nYa see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\nLeave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\nI beez the hardest, regardless fool\nLivin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\nKeep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\nThen I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\nIt's no remorse when you cross my course\nI'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\nDon't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\nOr you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\nMista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\nB.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\nTwenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\nYet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\ntil I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\nMotherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\nNow there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\nNowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n*continues with variations*","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.41] What is reality?\n[00:03.39] Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n[00:06.35] They ain't tryin to know shit\n[00:08.42] Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n[00:11.82] Get my motherfuckin paper\n[00:15.34] You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n[00:18.48] Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n[00:26.74] Gotta get paid motherfucker\n[00:29.48] (Kurupt)\n[00:30.64] Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n[00:33.84] When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n[00:36.19] Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n[00:38.79] When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n[00:41.45] So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n[00:43.84] While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n[00:46.51] What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n[00:48.73] Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n[00:51.36] Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n[00:53.95] Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n[00:56.45] Will money be the root of my destruction?\n[00:58.50] Without the money I can't even seem to function\n[01:01.06] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[01:02.70] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:05.29] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n[01:07.16] As complex as the situation gets\n[01:09.58] I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n[01:12.27] To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n[01:15.32] Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n[01:17.32] Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n[01:19.97] But ain't that much twistin in existance\n[01:22.56] And this is how you show me love\n[01:24.94] It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n[01:27.76] Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n[01:31.61] and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n[01:34.46] (all my homies) for jackers only\n[01:36.08] Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n[01:38.26] I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n[01:40.55] Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n[01:43.03] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[01:45.74] There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n[01:48.70] *repeat 2X*\n[02:03.38] (Dat Nigga Daz)\n[02:03.84] I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n[02:06.49] in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n[02:08.93] Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n[02:11.69] a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n[02:14.01] Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n[02:16.86] on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n[02:19.35] These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n[02:22.16] for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n[02:24.32] (Kurupt)\n[02:24.75] Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n[02:27.43] to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n[02:29.82] So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n[02:32.45] to survive nowadays\n[02:34.30] Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n[02:36.70] cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n[02:39.42] out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n[02:42.72] It irks me, strenuous controversy\n[02:45.23] What's next on the list to complete\n[02:47.69] after all this shit that popped off on the street\n[02:50.38] And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n[02:52.97] Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n[02:55.65] It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n[03:00.50] (Tray Dee)\n[03:01.23] Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n[03:03.54] Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n[03:05.86] I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n[03:08.29] Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n[03:10.88] Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n[03:13.40] Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n[03:16.69] It's no remorse when you cross my course\n[03:18.66] I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n[03:21.14] Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n[03:23.59] Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n[03:26.19] Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n[03:28.83] B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n[03:31.40] Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n[03:34.16] Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n[03:36.69] til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n[03:39.17] Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n[03:41.99] Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n[03:44.64] Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n[03:53.70] *continues with variations*\n[03:54.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Reality (feat. 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''\n  start_ms: 234610\nplain: |-\n  What is reality?\n  Motherfuckers out here don't know shit\n  They ain't tryin to know shit\n  Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent\n  Get my motherfuckin paper\n  You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe\n  Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit\n  Gotta get paid motherfucker\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team\n  When it seems to be reality is just a dream\n  Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die\n  When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise\n  So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips\n  While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'\n  What I represent God only knows what lies for myself\n  Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth\n  Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life\n  Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life\n  Will money be the root of my destruction?\n  Without the money I can't even seem to function\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality\n  As complex as the situation gets\n  I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain\n  To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain\n  Ahh shit, I don't believe this\n  Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist\n  But ain't that much twistin in existance\n  And this is how you show me love\n  It shows me exactly what money's capable of\n  Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin\n  and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies\n  (all my homies) for jackers only\n  Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me\n  I'm back with the fifth of Henn\n  Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)\n  *repeat 2X*\n\n  (Dat Nigga Daz)\n  I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games\n  in the world of madness, will my composure be the same\n  Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground\n  a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found\n  Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes\n  on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green\n  These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up\n  for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck\n\n  (Kurupt)\n  Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances\n  to survive in nineteen ninety-five\n  So I got nineteen ninety-five ways\n  to survive nowadays\n  Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again\n  cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again\n  out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me\n  It irks me, strenuous controversy\n  What's next on the list to complete\n  after all this shit that popped off on the street\n  And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides\n  Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)\n  It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)\n\n  (Tray Dee)\n  Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me\n  Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)\n  I beez the hardest, regardless fool\n  Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel\n  Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch\n  Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)\n  It's no remorse when you cross my course\n  I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports\n  Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this\n  Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss\n  Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.\n  B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be\n  Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth\n  Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth\n  til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret\n  Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit\n\n  Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn\n  Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*\n  *continues with variations*\n"}]