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Came to do it\nAim and shoot it, flames turn your brains to fluid\nY'all just kids, see what I just did\nTake a couple bars off, let Just live\nYeah, now that's powerful music, man\nYou need to pop somethin' and roll somethin' (I really mean it)\nKilla we did it, man\nI got your back forever, Dipset (I really mean it)\nAnd them lames, we pop them sideways\nAnd drag them faggots (I really mean it)\nOkay, we back in\nMami, listen (I really mean it)\nAyo, lock my garage, rock my massage\nFuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh\nGolly I'm gully, look at his galoshes\nGucci, gold, platinum plaque collages\nFrom collabos, ghost writin' for assholes\nWanna use my brain, they give Killa mad dough\nIt's all good, increase Killa cash flow\nIncrease my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes\nYou'll get side swiped, look at my life\nFirst movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife' (that's my man though)\nAnd papi got jerked out of pies twice\nDipset, we workin' with five dice\nCee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks\nI send bodies with, \"Read this note\" attached\nYa youngin' fucked with boys in the hood\nGave her a son like Ricky from \"Boyz in the Hood\"\nOn the couch bloody, old lady sighin'\nWifey screamin'\nPissy little baby cryin'\nFucked up man, shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)\nFam, man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\nGravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce\nYeah, gangstas ride, man (Killa)\nFlex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)\nAnd all my ladies, man, the ghetto, saditty\nI need you, I want you (I really mean it)\nOh, pop somethin', roll somethin'\nGet twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)\nHarlem! Man, we here to stay\nIt's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really mean it)\nAnd as for that lame, man, Nasir\nI ain't even gon' say your last name\n'Cause that's mine, I catch you\nYou know what it is, you faggot\nI ain't gon' get to hype on you, man\nWe gon' bury ya\nHolla, see if you 'bout it, 'bout it\n'Cause we is (I really mean it)\nNYC","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.26] (Oh Major, don't go)\n[00:11.82] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa\n[00:16.07] Diplomats, huh\n[00:17.35] Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey\n[00:20.72] Hoffa, Dash, uh\n[00:22.46] Killa, uh\n[00:23.87] Y'all niggas dreamed it, I've seen it\n[00:26.60] Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)\n[00:29.04] Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em\n[00:32.82] Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)\n[00:35.30] Guns, really beamin', rarely miss, what's really good?\n[00:38.64] Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)\n[00:41.31] I'ma genius, Papadopoulos, never lenient\n[00:45.13] On your Zenith (I really mean it)\n[00:46.98] Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n[00:50.65] Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks\n[00:53.43] And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n[00:56.47] Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it)\n[00:58.84] Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n[01:01.13] I got lofts in Boston, Austin, flossin', of course Miami\n[01:05.60] Reno, Nevada, sip piña colada\n[01:08.20] Mama, I've seen on the Prada (I really mean it)\n[01:10.65] I rock, Mauri, Fennix\n[01:12.37] Road to glory, seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)\n[01:16.98] The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n[01:19.66] But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest\n[01:22.94] I get lame and lose it, beef? Came to do it\n[01:25.74] Aim and shoot it, flames turn your brains to fluid\n[01:28.75] Y'all just kids, see what I just did\n[01:31.70] Take a couple bars off, let Just live\n[01:34.63] Yeah, now that's powerful music, man\n[01:37.28] You need to pop somethin' and roll somethin' (I really mean it)\n[01:40.66] Killa we did it, man\n[01:41.79] I got your back forever, Dipset (I really mean it)\n[01:46.06] And them lames, we pop them sideways\n[01:49.32] And drag them faggots (I really mean it)\n[01:53.31] Okay, we back in\n[01:56.95] Mami, listen (I really mean it)\n[01:57.75] Ayo, lock my garage, rock my massage\n[02:01.27] Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh\n[02:04.54] Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n[02:07.36] Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages\n[02:10.14] From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes\n[02:13.24] Wanna use my brain, they give Killa mad dough\n[02:16.47] It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n[02:19.07] Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes\n[02:22.11] You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n[02:24.95] First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife' (that's my man though)\n[02:28.29] And papi got jerked out of pies twice\n[02:30.85] Dipset, we workin' with five dice\n[02:33.75] Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks\n[02:37.01] I send bodies with, \"Read this note\" attached\n[02:39.80] Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood\n[02:42.21] Gave her a son like Ricky from \"Boyz in the Hood\"\n[02:45.39] On the couch bloody, old lady sighin'\n[02:48.66] Wifey screamin'\n[02:49.95] Pissy little baby cryin'\n[02:52.38] Fucked up man, shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)\n[02:56.84] Fam, man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n[03:00.49] Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce\n[03:03.62] Yeah, gangstas ride, man (Killa)\n[03:05.71] Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)\n[03:09.17] And all my ladies, man, the ghetto, saditty\n[03:12.43] I need you, I want you (I really mean it)\n[03:15.35] Oh, pop somethin', roll somethin'\n[03:17.74] Get twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)\n[03:20.90] Harlem! Man, we here to stay\n[03:23.75] It's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really mean it)\n[03:26.42] And as for that lame, man, Nasir\n[03:29.21] I ain't even gon' say your last name\n[03:30.80] 'Cause that's mine, I catch you\n[03:32.46] You know what it is, you faggot\n[03:35.02] I ain't gon' get to hype on you, man\n[03:37.37] We gon' bury ya\n[03:38.61] Holla, see if you 'bout it, 'bout it\n[03:41.59] 'Cause we is (I really mean it)\n[03:43.05] NYC","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Really Mean It (Skit 1)\n  artist: The Diplomats\n  album: Diplomatic Immunity\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Oh Major, don't go)\n  start_ms: 9260\n  end_ms: 11820\n- text: Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa\n  start_ms: 11820\n  end_ms: 16070\n- text: Diplomats, huh\n  start_ms: 16070\n  end_ms: 17350\n- text: Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey\n  start_ms: 17350\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: Hoffa, Dash, uh\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 22460\n- text: Killa, uh\n  start_ms: 22460\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Y'all niggas dreamed it, I've seen it\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 26600\n- text: Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 26600\n  end_ms: 29040\n- text: Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em\n  start_ms: 29040\n  end_ms: 32820\n- text: Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 32820\n  end_ms: 35300\n- text: Guns, really beamin', rarely miss, what's really good?\n  start_ms: 35300\n  end_ms: 38640\n- text: Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 38640\n  end_ms: 41310\n- text: I'ma genius, Papadopoulos, never lenient\n  start_ms: 41310\n  end_ms: 45130\n- text: On your Zenith (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 45130\n  end_ms: 46980\n- text: Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n  start_ms: 46980\n  end_ms: 50650\n- text: Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks\n  start_ms: 50650\n  end_ms: 53430\n- text: And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n  start_ms: 53430\n  end_ms: 56470\n- text: Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 56470\n  end_ms: 58840\n- text: Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n  start_ms: 58840\n  end_ms: 61130\n- text: I got lofts in Boston, Austin, flossin', of course Miami\n  start_ms: 61130\n  end_ms: 65600\n- text: Reno, Nevada, sip piña colada\n  start_ms: 65600\n  end_ms: 68200\n- text: Mama, I've seen on the Prada (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 68200\n  end_ms: 70650\n- text: I rock, Mauri, Fennix\n  start_ms: 70650\n  end_ms: 72370\n- text: Road to glory, seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 72370\n  end_ms: 76980\n- text: The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n  start_ms: 76980\n  end_ms: 79660\n- text: But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest\n  start_ms: 79660\n  end_ms: 82940\n- text: I get lame and lose it, beef? 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Came to do it\n  Aim and shoot it, flames turn your brains to fluid\n  Y'all just kids, see what I just did\n  Take a couple bars off, let Just live\n  Yeah, now that's powerful music, man\n  You need to pop somethin' and roll somethin' (I really mean it)\n  Killa we did it, man\n  I got your back forever, Dipset (I really mean it)\n  And them lames, we pop them sideways\n  And drag them faggots (I really mean it)\n  Okay, we back in\n  Mami, listen (I really mean it)\n  Ayo, lock my garage, rock my massage\n  Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh\n  Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n  Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages\n  From collabos, ghost writin' for assholes\n  Wanna use my brain, they give Killa mad dough\n  It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n  Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes\n  You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n  First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife' (that's my man though)\n  And papi got jerked out of pies twice\n  Dipset, we workin' with five dice\n  Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks\n  I send bodies with, \"Read this note\" attached\n  Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood\n  Gave her a son like Ricky from \"Boyz in the Hood\"\n  On the couch bloody, old lady sighin'\n  Wifey screamin'\n  Pissy little baby cryin'\n  Fucked up man, shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)\n  Fam, man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n  Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce\n  Yeah, gangstas ride, man (Killa)\n  Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)\n  And all my ladies, man, the ghetto, saditty\n  I need you, I want you (I really mean it)\n  Oh, pop somethin', roll somethin'\n  Get twisted, that's on Jim, nigga (I really mean it)\n  Harlem! Man, we here to stay\n  It's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really mean it)\n  And as for that lame, man, Nasir\n  I ain't even gon' say your last name\n  'Cause that's mine, I catch you\n  You know what it is, you faggot\n  I ain't gon' get to hype on you, man\n  We gon' bury ya\n  Holla, see if you 'bout it, 'bout it\n  'Cause we is (I really mean it)\n  NYC\n"},{"id":15416852,"name":"I Really Mean It - Skit 1","trackName":"I Really Mean It - Skit 1","artistName":"The Diplomats","albumName":"Mixtape Era New York","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Ha-ha-ha)\nOoh, oh angel, don't go\n\nYoung Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\nJuelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\nHoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n\nYa'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\nBody warm, heart anemic\n(I really mean it)\nCoke (ah, don't go), a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned them\nBeamer leaned it\n(I really mean it)\n\nGuns (ah, don't go), really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\nBikes, wheelie and creamin'\n(I really mean it)\nI'ma (ah, don't go) genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\nOn your Zenith\n(I really mean it)\n\nKilla (ah, don't go), bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\nCaddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\nAnd you (don't go) Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\nSea soft and sandy\n(I really mean it)\n\nYeah, let's get lost in candy\nI got lost in Boston, Austin\nFlossin' of course Miami (ah, don't go)\nReno, Nevada sip piña colada\n\nMama, I'm seen on the Prada\n(I really mean it)\nI rock more in Phoenix road to glory\nSeen it, you seen it\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\nThe game abuse it, it's pain in music\nBut this year, wrist wear remains the bluest (ah, don't-)\nI get lame and lose it, beef came to do it (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\nAim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid (ah, don't-)\nY'all just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\nLet Just live (ah, don't go)\n\nYeah, now that's powerful music man\nYou need to pop something and roll something\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nKilla we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\nAnd them lames, we pop them sideways\nAnd drag them faggots\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nOkay, we back in, Mami listen (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\nHey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\nFuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh (don't go)\nGolly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\nGucci, gold, platinum plaque collages (ah, don't go)\nFrom collabos, ghost writing for assholes\nWant to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough (ah, don't go)\n\nIt's all good, increase Killa cash flow\nIncrease my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes (ah, don't go)\nYou'll get side swiped, look at my life\nFirst movie ever, marked out Mekhi Phife (ah, don't go)\n\nAnd Papi got jerked out of pies twice\nDip Set, we working with five dice (don't go)\nCee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\nI send bodies with, read this note attached (don't)\n\nYour youngin' fucked with boys in the hood (don't go)\nGave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood' (ah, don't go)\nOn the couch bloody, old lady sighing (ah, oh, oh)\nWifey screaming (I really mean it)\nPissy little baby crying (ah, don't go)\nFucked up man shit, there you seen it\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nFam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\nGravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce (I really mean it)\n\nYeah, gangstas ride man (ah, don't go)\nFlex we got you, guns up\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nAnd all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\nI need you, I want you\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\nOh, pop something, roll something\nGet twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nHarlem! Man we here to stay\nIt's nothing left to say man\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nEastside, and as for that lame man\nNow see I ain't even gone say your last name\n'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\nYou know what it is, you faggot!\n\nI ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\nWe gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\nSee if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n(I really mean it)\nNYC! (Ah, don't go)\n\n(Ah, oh no)\n(Oh, yeah, yeah)\n(I really mean it)\n(Ah, don't go)\n(Ah, don't go)\n(Ah, oh, no)\n(Oh, yeah, yeah)\n(I really mean it, mean it)\n\n9 p.m.\nAin't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\nYou fucking dog\nI tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\nAnd I gotta listen to the fucking radio\nSomebody talking about you, stand up, please\nDrinking crystal\nBut I'm not fucking looking for you alright","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.50] (Ha-ha-ha)\n[00:07.13] Ooh, oh angel, don't go\n[00:12.57] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\n[00:17.87] Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\n[00:21.06] Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n[00:24.21] Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\n[00:26.94] Body warm, heart anemic\n[00:28.73] (I really mean it)\n[00:29.67] Coke (ah, don't go), a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned them\n[00:33.21] Beamer leaned it\n[00:34.86] (I really mean it)\n[00:35.58] Guns (ah, don't go), really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\n[00:38.83] Bikes, wheelie and creamin'\n[00:40.79] (I really mean it)\n[00:41.55] I'ma (ah, don't go) genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\n[00:45.56] On your Zenith\n[00:46.31] (I really mean it)\n[00:47.38] Killa (ah, don't go), bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n[00:50.88] Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\n[00:53.99] And you (don't go) Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n[00:56.81] Sea soft and sandy\n[00:58.31] (I really mean it)\n[00:59.13] Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n[01:01.50] I got lost in Boston, Austin\n[01:03.97] Flossin' of course Miami (ah, don't go)\n[01:05.93] Reno, Nevada sip piña colada\n[01:08.53] Mama, I'm seen on the Prada\n[01:09.95] (I really mean it)\n[01:11.00] I rock more in Phoenix road to glory\n[01:14.21] Seen it, you seen it\n[01:15.94] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:17.40] The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n[01:20.54] But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest (ah, don't-)\n[01:23.32] I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n[01:26.48] Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid (ah, don't-)\n[01:29.31] Y'all just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n[01:33.84] Let Just live (ah, don't go)\n[01:35.22] Yeah, now that's powerful music man\n[01:37.74] You need to pop something and roll something\n[01:39.72] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:41.24] Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n[01:45.49] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:47.01] And them lames, we pop them sideways\n[01:49.48] And drag them faggots\n[01:51.28] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:53.55] Okay, we back in, Mami listen (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:58.34] Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\n[02:01.69] Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh (don't go)\n[02:04.85] Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n[02:07.81] Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages (ah, don't go)\n[02:10.89] From collabos, ghost writing for assholes\n[02:13.45] Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough (ah, don't go)\n[02:16.53] It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n[02:19.42] Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes (ah, don't go)\n[02:22.45] You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n[02:25.49] First movie ever, marked out Mekhi Phife (ah, don't go)\n[02:28.65] And Papi got jerked out of pies twice\n[02:31.78] Dip Set, we working with five dice (don't go)\n[02:34.04] Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\n[02:37.35] I send bodies with, read this note attached (don't)\n[02:40.49] Your youngin' fucked with boys in the hood (don't go)\n[02:42.89] Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood' (ah, don't go)\n[02:46.15] On the couch bloody, old lady sighing (ah, oh, oh)\n[02:49.24] Wifey screaming (I really mean it)\n[02:50.21] Pissy little baby crying (ah, don't go)\n[02:52.93] Fucked up man shit, there you seen it\n[02:56.26] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[02:57.26] Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n[03:00.66] Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce (I really mean it)\n[03:03.60] Yeah, gangstas ride man (ah, don't go)\n[03:06.16] Flex we got you, guns up\n[03:08.00] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:09.89] And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\n[03:12.77] I need you, I want you\n[03:14.18] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:15.87] Oh, pop something, roll something\n[03:18.32] Get twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n[03:19.72] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:22.07] Harlem! Man we here to stay\n[03:24.96] It's nothing left to say man\n[03:26.35] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:26.56] Eastside, and as for that lame man\n[03:29.12] Now see I ain't even gone say your last name\n[03:31.66] 'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\n[03:33.48] You know what it is, you faggot!\n[03:36.57] I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\n[03:38.36] We gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\n[03:40.93] See if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n[03:43.55] (I really mean it)\n[03:44.31] NYC! (Ah, don't go)\n[03:46.38] (Ah, oh no)\n[03:47.55] (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n[03:49.70] (I really mean it)\n[03:50.84] (Ah, don't go)\n[03:56.39] (Ah, don't go)\n[03:58.31] (Ah, oh, no)\n[03:59.47] (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n[04:01.35] (I really mean it, mean it)\n[04:03.87] 9 p.m.\n[04:05.52] Ain't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\n[04:08.35] You fucking dog\n[04:10.53] I tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\n[04:14.42] And I gotta listen to the fucking radio\n[04:16.34] Somebody talking about you, stand up, please\n[04:18.01] Drinking crystal\n[04:19.90] But I'm not fucking looking for you alright\n[04:21.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Really Mean It - Skit 1\n  artist: The Diplomats\n  album: Mixtape Era New York\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 3500\n  end_ms: 7130\n- text: Ooh, oh angel, don't go\n  start_ms: 7130\n  end_ms: 12570\n- text: Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\n  start_ms: 12570\n  end_ms: 17870\n- text: Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\n  start_ms: 17870\n  end_ms: 21060\n- text: Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n  start_ms: 21060\n  end_ms: 24210\n- text: Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\n  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Man we here to stay\n  It's nothing left to say man\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Eastside, and as for that lame man\n  Now see I ain't even gone say your last name\n  'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\n  You know what it is, you faggot!\n\n  I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\n  We gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\n  See if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n  (I really mean it)\n  NYC! (Ah, don't go)\n\n  (Ah, oh no)\n  (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  (I really mean it)\n  (Ah, don't go)\n  (Ah, don't go)\n  (Ah, oh, no)\n  (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  (I really mean it, mean it)\n\n  9 p.m.\n  Ain't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\n  You fucking dog\n  I tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\n  And I gotta listen to the fucking radio\n  Somebody talking about you, stand up, please\n  Drinking crystal\n  But I'm not fucking looking for you alright\n"},{"id":10166411,"name":"I Really Mean It (Skit 1)","trackName":"I Really Mean It (Skit 1)","artistName":"The Diplomats","albumName":"Hip-Hop Drive","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh\nJuelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey\nHoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n\nYa'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it\nBody warm, heart anemic\n(I really mean it)\nCoke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned em\nBeemer leaned it\n(I really mean it)\n\nGuns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\nBikes, wheelie and creamin'\n(I really mean it)\nI'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\nOn your Zenith\n(I really mean it)\n\nKilla, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\nCaddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\nAnd you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\nSea soft and sandy\n(I really mean it)\n\nYeah, let's get lost in candy\nI got lost in Boston, Austin\nFlossin' of course Miami\nReno, Nevada sip pina colada\n\nMama I'm seen on the Prada\n(I really mean it)\nI rock more in Phoenix road to glory\nSeen it, you seen it\n(I really mean it)\n\nThe game abuse it, it's pain in music\nBut this year, wrist wear remains the bluest\nI get lame and lose it, beef came to do it\nAim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid\nYa'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off\nLet Just live\n\nYeah, now that's powerful music man\nYou need to pop something and roll something\n(I really mean it)\nKilla we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n(I really mean it)\n\nAnd them lames, we pop them sideways\nAnd drag them faggots\n(I really mean it)\nOkay, we back in, Mami listen\n(I really mean it)\nHey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\nFuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh\n\nGolly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\nGucci, gold, platinum plaque collages\nFrom collabos, ghost writing for assholes\nWant to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough\n\nIt's all good, increase Killa cash flow\nIncrease my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes\nYou'll get side swiped, look at my life\nFirst movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife\n\nAnd Papi got jerked out of pies twice\nDip Set, we working with five dice\nCee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\nI send bodies with, read this note attached\n\nYa youngin' fucked with boys in the hood\nGave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood'\nOn the couch bloody, old lady sighing\nWifey screaming\n(I really mean it)\n\nPissy little baby crying\nFuck upped man shit, there you seen it\n(I really mean it)\nFam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\nGravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce\n\nYeah, gangstas ride man\nFlex we got you, guns up\n(I really mean it)\nAnd all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\nI need you, I want you\n(I really mean it)\n\nOh, pop something, roll something\nGet twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n(I really mean it)\nHarlem! Man we here to stay\nIt's nothing left to say man\n(I really mean it)\n\nEastside, and as for that lame man\nNow see I ain't even gone say your last name\n'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is\nYou faggot!\n\nI ain't gone get to hyped over you man\nWe gon' bury you, holla!\nSee if you bout it, bout it\n'Cause we is\n(I really mean it)\nNYC!","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.81] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh\n[00:17.31] Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey\n[00:21.02] Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n[00:22.89] Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it\n[00:26.46] Body warm, heart anemic\n[00:28.22] (I really mean it)\n[00:29.13] Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned em\n[00:31.85] Beemer leaned it\n[00:33.60] (I really mean it)\n[00:35.42] Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\n[00:38.14] Bikes, wheelie and creamin'\n[00:40.00] (I really mean it)\n[00:40.94] I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\n[00:44.52] On your Zenith\n[00:46.37] (I really mean it)\n[00:47.21] Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n[00:49.93] Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\n[00:53.52] And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n[00:55.33] Sea soft and sandy\n[00:57.11] (I really mean it)\n[00:59.04] Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n[01:00.88] I got lost in Boston, Austin\n[01:03.50] Flossin' of course Miami\n[01:05.38] Reno, Nevada sip pina colada\n[01:08.08] Mama I'm seen on the Prada\n[01:09.86] (I really mean it)\n[01:10.74] I rock more in Phoenix road to glory\n[01:13.50] Seen it, you seen it\n[01:15.24] (I really mean it)\n[01:16.11] The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n[01:19.79] But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest\n[01:22.55] I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it\n[01:25.22] Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid\n[01:28.82] Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off\n[01:33.34] Let Just live\n[01:34.28] Yeah, now that's powerful music man\n[01:36.94] You need to pop something and roll something\n[01:38.78] (I really mean it)\n[01:40.64] Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n[01:44.24] (I really mean it)\n[01:46.09] And them lames, we pop them sideways\n[01:49.69] And drag them faggots\n[01:50.55] (I really mean it)\n[01:51.44] Okay, we back in, Mami listen\n[01:57.71] (I really mean it)\n[01:58.63] Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\n[02:00.56] Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh\n[02:04.15] Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n[02:06.85] Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages\n[02:09.50] From collabos, ghost writing for assholes\n[02:12.26] Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough\n[02:15.90] It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n[02:18.69] Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes\n[02:21.36] You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n[02:24.08] First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife\n[02:27.68] And Papi got jerked out of pies twice\n[02:30.32] Dip Set, we working with five dice\n[02:33.02] Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\n[02:36.77] I send bodies with, read this note attached\n[02:39.47] Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood\n[02:42.14] Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood'\n[02:44.86] On the couch bloody, old lady sighing\n[02:48.41] Wifey screaming\n[02:49.36] (I really mean it)\n[02:50.28] Pissy little baby crying\n[02:51.16] Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it\n[02:53.95] (I really mean it)\n[02:55.73] Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n[02:59.34] Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce\n[03:02.90] Yeah, gangstas ride man\n[03:05.68] Flex we got you, guns up\n[03:07.54] (I really mean it)\n[03:08.49] And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\n[03:12.93] I need you, I want you\n[03:13.88] (I really mean it)\n[03:14.71] Oh, pop something, roll something\n[03:17.46] Get twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n[03:19.25] (I really mean it)\n[03:20.16] Harlem! 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Man, we here to stay\nIt's nothin' left to say, man, Eastside (I really mean it)\nAnd as for that lame, man, Nasir\nI ain't even gon' say your last name\n'Cause that's mine, I catch you\nYou know what it is, you faggot\nI ain't gon' get to hype on you, man\nWe gon' bury ya\nHolla, see if you 'bout it, 'bout it\n'Cause we is (I really mean it)\nNYC","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.26] (Oh Major, don't go)\n[00:11.82] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa\n[00:16.07] Diplomats, huh\n[00:17.35] Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky Zeekey\n[00:20.72] Hoffa, Dash, uh\n[00:22.46] Killa, uh\n[00:23.87] Y'all niggas dreamed it, I've seen it\n[00:26.60] Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)\n[00:29.04] Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em\n[00:32.82] Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)\n[00:35.30] Guns, really beamin', rarely miss, what's really good?\n[00:38.64] Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)\n[00:41.31] I'ma genius, Papadopoulos, never lenient\n[00:45.13] On your Zenith (I really mean it)\n[00:46.98] Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n[00:50.65] Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks\n[00:53.43] And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n[00:56.47] Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it)\n[00:58.84] Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n[01:01.13] I got lofts in Boston, Austin, flossin', of course Miami\n[01:05.60] Reno, Nevada, sip piña colada\n[01:08.20] Mama, I've seen on the Prada (I really mean it)\n[01:10.65] I rock, Mauri, Fennix\n[01:12.37] Road to glory, seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)\n[01:16.98] The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n[01:19.66] But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest\n[01:22.94] I get lame and lose it, beef? 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Man we here to stay\nIt's nothing left to say man\n(I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\nEastside, and as for that lame man\nNow see I ain't even gone say your last name\n'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\nYou know what it is, you faggot!\n\nI ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\nWe gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\nSee if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n(I really mean it)\nNYC! (Ah, don't go)\n\n(Ah, oh no)\n(Oh, yeah, yeah)\n(I really mean it)\n(Ah, don't go)\n(Ah, don't go)\n(Ah, oh, no)\n(Oh, yeah, yeah)\n(I really mean it, mean it)\n\n9 p.m.\nAin't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\nYou fucking dog\nI tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\nAnd I gotta listen to the fucking radio\nSomebody talking about you, stand up, please\nDrinking crystal\nBut I'm not fucking looking for you alright","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.59] (Ha-ha-ha)\n[00:07.16] Ooh, oh angel, don't go\n[00:12.56] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\n[00:17.84] Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\n[00:21.04] Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n[00:24.24] Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\n[00:26.92] Body warm, heart anemic\n[00:28.78] (I really mean it)\n[00:29.68] Coke (ah, don't go), a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned them\n[00:33.20] Beamer leaned it\n[00:34.85] (I really mean it)\n[00:35.50] Guns (ah, don't go), really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\n[00:38.87] Bikes, wheelie and creamin'\n[00:40.76] (I really mean it)\n[00:41.57] I'ma (ah, don't go) genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\n[00:45.57] On your Zenith\n[00:46.33] (I really mean it)\n[00:47.30] Killa (ah, don't go), bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n[00:50.84] Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\n[00:53.91] And you (don't go) Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n[00:56.82] Sea soft and sandy\n[00:58.34] (I really mean it)\n[00:59.15] Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n[01:01.45] I got lost in Boston, Austin\n[01:03.92] Flossin' of course Miami (ah, don't go)\n[01:05.97] Reno, Nevada sip piña colada\n[01:08.58] Mama, I'm seen on the Prada\n[01:09.96] (I really mean it)\n[01:11.09] I rock more in Phoenix road to glory\n[01:14.27] Seen it, you seen it\n[01:15.95] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:17.48] The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n[01:20.54] But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest (ah, don't-)\n[01:23.32] I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n[01:26.43] Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid (ah, don't-)\n[01:29.38] Y'all just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n[01:33.88] Let Just live (ah, don't go)\n[01:35.24] Yeah, now that's powerful music man\n[01:37.77] You need to pop something and roll something\n[01:39.76] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:41.24] Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n[01:45.41] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:47.07] And them lames, we pop them sideways\n[01:49.41] And drag them faggots\n[01:51.27] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:53.53] Okay, we back in, Mami listen (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[01:58.38] Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\n[02:01.61] Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh (don't go)\n[02:04.85] Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n[02:07.82] Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages (ah, don't go)\n[02:10.81] From collabos, ghost writing for assholes\n[02:13.46] Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough (ah, don't go)\n[02:16.57] It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n[02:19.45] Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes (ah, don't go)\n[02:22.42] You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n[02:25.48] First movie ever, marked out Mekhi Phife (ah, don't go)\n[02:28.63] And Papi got jerked out of pies twice\n[02:31.79] Dip Set, we working with five dice (don't go)\n[02:34.03] Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\n[02:37.33] I send bodies with, read this note attached (don't)\n[02:40.47] Your youngin' fucked with boys in the hood (don't go)\n[02:42.89] Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood' (ah, don't go)\n[02:46.10] On the couch bloody, old lady sighing (ah, oh, oh)\n[02:49.21] Wifey screaming (I really mean it)\n[02:50.22] Pissy little baby crying (ah, don't go)\n[02:52.92] Fucked up man shit, there you seen it\n[02:56.20] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[02:57.30] Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n[03:00.67] Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce (I really mean it)\n[03:03.66] Yeah, gangstas ride man (ah, don't go)\n[03:06.14] Flex we got you, guns up\n[03:08.01] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:09.87] And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\n[03:12.72] I need you, I want you\n[03:14.12] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:15.84] Oh, pop something, roll something\n[03:18.34] Get twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n[03:19.71] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:22.05] Harlem! Man we here to stay\n[03:24.98] It's nothing left to say man\n[03:26.34] (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n[03:26.56] Eastside, and as for that lame man\n[03:29.16] Now see I ain't even gone say your last name\n[03:31.69] 'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\n[03:33.42] You know what it is, you faggot!\n[03:36.57] I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\n[03:38.38] We gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\n[03:40.95] See if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n[03:43.57] (I really mean it)\n[03:44.31] NYC! (Ah, don't go)\n[03:46.37] (Ah, oh no)\n[03:47.54] (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n[03:49.61] (I really mean it)\n[03:50.88] (Ah, don't go)\n[03:56.36] (Ah, don't go)\n[03:58.32] (Ah, oh, no)\n[03:59.41] (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n[04:01.35] (I really mean it, mean it)\n[04:03.82] 9 p.m.\n[04:05.57] Ain't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\n[04:08.31] You fucking dog\n[04:10.56] I tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\n[04:14.48] And I gotta listen to the fucking radio\n[04:16.39] Somebody talking about you, stand up, please\n[04:18.08] Drinking crystal\n[04:19.90] But I'm not fucking looking for you alright\n[04:21.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Really Mean It (Skit 1) [Explicit]\n  artist: The Diplomats\n  album: Hip-Hop\n  duration_ms: 262000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Ha-ha-ha)\n  start_ms: 3590\n  end_ms: 7160\n- text: Ooh, oh angel, don't go\n  start_ms: 7160\n  end_ms: 12560\n- text: Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\n  start_ms: 12560\n  end_ms: 17840\n- text: Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\n  start_ms: 17840\n  end_ms: 21040\n- text: Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n  start_ms: 21040\n  end_ms: 24240\n- text: Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\n  start_ms: 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trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\n  start_ms: 50840\n  end_ms: 53910\n- text: And you (don't go) Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n  start_ms: 53910\n  end_ms: 56820\n- text: Sea soft and sandy\n  start_ms: 56820\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 59150\n- text: Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n  start_ms: 59150\n  end_ms: 61450\n- text: I got lost in Boston, Austin\n  start_ms: 61450\n  end_ms: 63920\n- text: Flossin' of course Miami (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 63920\n  end_ms: 65970\n- text: Reno, Nevada sip piña colada\n  start_ms: 65970\n  end_ms: 68580\n- text: Mama, I'm seen on the Prada\n  start_ms: 68580\n  end_ms: 69960\n- text: (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 69960\n  end_ms: 71090\n- text: I rock more in Phoenix road to glory\n  start_ms: 71090\n  end_ms: 74270\n- text: Seen it, you seen it\n  start_ms: 74270\n  end_ms: 75950\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 75950\n  end_ms: 77480\n- text: The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n  start_ms: 77480\n  end_ms: 80540\n- text: But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest (ah, don't-)\n  start_ms: 80540\n  end_ms: 83320\n- text: I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n  start_ms: 83320\n  end_ms: 86430\n- text: Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid (ah, don't-)\n  start_ms: 86430\n  end_ms: 89380\n- text: Y'all just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n  start_ms: 89380\n  end_ms: 93880\n- text: Let Just live (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 93880\n  end_ms: 95240\n- text: Yeah, now that's powerful music man\n  start_ms: 95240\n  end_ms: 97770\n- text: You need to pop something and roll something\n  start_ms: 97770\n  end_ms: 99760\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 99760\n  end_ms: 101240\n- text: Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n  start_ms: 101240\n  end_ms: 105410\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 105410\n  end_ms: 107070\n- text: And them lames, we pop them sideways\n  start_ms: 107070\n  end_ms: 109410\n- text: And drag them faggots\n  start_ms: 109410\n  end_ms: 111270\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 111270\n  end_ms: 113530\n- text: Okay, we back in, Mami listen (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 113530\n  end_ms: 118380\n- text: Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\n  start_ms: 118380\n  end_ms: 121610\n- text: Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh (don't go)\n  start_ms: 121610\n  end_ms: 124850\n- text: Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n  start_ms: 124850\n  end_ms: 127820\n- text: Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 127820\n  end_ms: 130810\n- text: From collabos, ghost writing for assholes\n  start_ms: 130810\n  end_ms: 133460\n- text: Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 133460\n  end_ms: 136570\n- text: It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n  start_ms: 136570\n  end_ms: 139450\n- text: Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 139450\n  end_ms: 142420\n- text: You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n  start_ms: 142420\n  end_ms: 145480\n- text: First movie ever, marked out Mekhi Phife (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 145480\n  end_ms: 148630\n- text: And Papi got jerked out of pies twice\n  start_ms: 148630\n  end_ms: 151790\n- text: Dip Set, we working with five dice (don't go)\n  start_ms: 151790\n  end_ms: 154030\n- text: Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\n  start_ms: 154030\n  end_ms: 157330\n- text: I send bodies with, read this note attached (don't)\n  start_ms: 157330\n  end_ms: 160470\n- text: Your youngin' fucked with boys in the hood (don't go)\n  start_ms: 160470\n  end_ms: 162890\n- text: Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood' (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 162890\n  end_ms: 166100\n- text: On the couch bloody, old lady sighing (ah, oh, oh)\n  start_ms: 166100\n  end_ms: 169210\n- text: Wifey screaming (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 169210\n  end_ms: 170220\n- text: Pissy little baby crying (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 170220\n  end_ms: 172920\n- text: Fucked up man shit, there you seen it\n  start_ms: 172920\n  end_ms: 176200\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 176200\n  end_ms: 177300\n- text: Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n  start_ms: 177300\n  end_ms: 180670\n- text: Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 180670\n  end_ms: 183660\n- text: Yeah, gangstas ride man (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 183660\n  end_ms: 186140\n- text: Flex we got you, guns up\n  start_ms: 186140\n  end_ms: 188010\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 188010\n  end_ms: 189870\n- text: And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\n  start_ms: 189870\n  end_ms: 192720\n- text: I need you, I want you\n  start_ms: 192720\n  end_ms: 194120\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 194120\n  end_ms: 195840\n- text: Oh, pop something, roll something\n  start_ms: 195840\n  end_ms: 198340\n- text: Get twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n  start_ms: 198340\n  end_ms: 199710\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 199710\n  end_ms: 202050\n- text: Harlem! Man we here to stay\n  start_ms: 202050\n  end_ms: 204980\n- text: It's nothing left to say man\n  start_ms: 204980\n  end_ms: 206340\n- text: (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 206340\n  end_ms: 206560\n- text: Eastside, and as for that lame man\n  start_ms: 206560\n  end_ms: 209160\n- text: Now see I ain't even gone say your last name\n  start_ms: 209160\n  end_ms: 211690\n- text: '''Cause that''s mine, I catch you (ah, don''t go)'\n  start_ms: 211690\n  end_ms: 213420\n- text: You know what it is, you faggot!\n  start_ms: 213420\n  end_ms: 216570\n- text: I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\n  start_ms: 216570\n  end_ms: 218380\n- text: We gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\n  start_ms: 218380\n  end_ms: 220950\n- text: See if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n  start_ms: 220950\n  end_ms: 223570\n- text: (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 223570\n  end_ms: 224310\n- text: NYC! (Ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 224310\n  end_ms: 226370\n- text: (Ah, oh no)\n  start_ms: 226370\n  end_ms: 227540\n- text: (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 227540\n  end_ms: 229610\n- text: (I really mean it)\n  start_ms: 229610\n  end_ms: 230880\n- text: (Ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 230880\n  end_ms: 236360\n- text: (Ah, don't go)\n  start_ms: 236360\n  end_ms: 238320\n- text: (Ah, oh, no)\n  start_ms: 238320\n  end_ms: 239410\n- text: (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  start_ms: 239410\n  end_ms: 241350\n- text: (I really mean it, mean it)\n  start_ms: 241350\n  end_ms: 243820\n- text: 9 p.m.\n  start_ms: 243820\n  end_ms: 245570\n- text: Ain't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\n  start_ms: 245570\n  end_ms: 248310\n- text: You fucking dog\n  start_ms: 248310\n  end_ms: 250560\n- text: I tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\n  start_ms: 250560\n  end_ms: 254480\n- text: And I gotta listen to the fucking radio\n  start_ms: 254480\n  end_ms: 256390\n- text: Somebody talking about you, stand up, please\n  start_ms: 256390\n  end_ms: 258080\n- text: Drinking crystal\n  start_ms: 258080\n  end_ms: 259900\n- text: But I'm not fucking looking for you alright\n  start_ms: 259900\n  end_ms: 261940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 261940\nplain: |-\n  (Ha-ha-ha)\n  Ooh, oh angel, don't go\n\n  Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh (don't, don't)\n  Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey (don't, don't)\n  Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh\n\n  Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it (don't go)\n  Body warm, heart anemic\n  (I really mean it)\n  Coke (ah, don't go), a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned them\n  Beamer leaned it\n  (I really mean it)\n\n  Guns (ah, don't go), really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?\n  Bikes, wheelie and creamin'\n  (I really mean it)\n  I'ma (ah, don't go) genius, poppadopalis, never leaning\n  On your Zenith\n  (I really mean it)\n\n  Killa (ah, don't go), bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks\n  Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks\n  And you (don't go) Orphan Annie, ma, take off your panties\n  Sea soft and sandy\n  (I really mean it)\n\n  Yeah, let's get lost in candy\n  I got lost in Boston, Austin\n  Flossin' of course Miami (ah, don't go)\n  Reno, Nevada sip piña colada\n\n  Mama, I'm seen on the Prada\n  (I really mean it)\n  I rock more in Phoenix road to glory\n  Seen it, you seen it\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\n  The game abuse it, it's pain in music\n  But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest (ah, don't-)\n  I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n  Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid (ah, don't-)\n  Y'all just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off (ah, don't-, ah, don't-)\n  Let Just live (ah, don't go)\n\n  Yeah, now that's powerful music man\n  You need to pop something and roll something\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\n  And them lames, we pop them sideways\n  And drag them faggots\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Okay, we back in, Mami listen (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\n  Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage\n  Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh (don't go)\n  Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes\n  Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages (ah, don't go)\n  From collabos, ghost writing for assholes\n  Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough (ah, don't go)\n\n  It's all good, increase Killa cash flow\n  Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes (ah, don't go)\n  You'll get side swiped, look at my life\n  First movie ever, marked out Mekhi Phife (ah, don't go)\n\n  And Papi got jerked out of pies twice\n  Dip Set, we working with five dice (don't go)\n  Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and stacks\n  I send bodies with, read this note attached (don't)\n\n  Your youngin' fucked with boys in the hood (don't go)\n  Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood' (ah, don't go)\n  On the couch bloody, old lady sighing (ah, oh, oh)\n  Wifey screaming (I really mean it)\n  Pissy little baby crying (ah, don't go)\n  Fucked up man shit, there you seen it\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft\n  Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce (I really mean it)\n\n  Yeah, gangstas ride man (ah, don't go)\n  Flex we got you, guns up\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy\n  I need you, I want you\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n\n  Oh, pop something, roll something\n  Get twisted, that's on Jim nigga\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Harlem! Man we here to stay\n  It's nothing left to say man\n  (I really mean it) (ah, don't go)\n  Eastside, and as for that lame man\n  Now see I ain't even gone say your last name\n  'Cause that's mine, I catch you (ah, don't go)\n  You know what it is, you faggot!\n\n  I ain't gon' get too hyped over you man\n  We gon' bury you (don't go), holla!\n  See if you 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we is\n  (I really mean it)\n  NYC! (Ah, don't go)\n\n  (Ah, oh no)\n  (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  (I really mean it)\n  (Ah, don't go)\n  (Ah, don't go)\n  (Ah, oh, no)\n  (Oh, yeah, yeah)\n  (I really mean it, mean it)\n\n  9 p.m.\n  Ain't you her father? Why the fuck you key in into the phone?\n  You fucking dog\n  I tried to call back, and try to still ignore your ass\n  And I gotta listen to the fucking radio\n  Somebody talking about you, stand up, please\n  Drinking crystal\n  But I'm not fucking looking for you alright\n"}]