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on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\nHow a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\nHeart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\nDrake told me not to trust you niggas\nYour energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\nJust walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\nGet this money, fuck these bitches though\nThinkin' 'bout the beef like\nWe can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n\nThis my city, nigga, everybody know it\nRidin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\nTucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\nNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\nLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n\nY'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\nY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\nY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nL.A., all I ever ask is 100\nL.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nAll I ever ask is one\n\nThank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\nThank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\nTo every single fuckin' function\nHad niggas tell me to my face how we were family\nAnd how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\nNow, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n\nPeople been reachin' out to me\nAnd I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\nI would have so many friends\nIf I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\nI would have so many friends\nIf I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\nI would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\nAnd I stayed on some conscious shit\n\nI would have so many more friends\nIf I lost my success and my confidence\nI'm in the club every time that they play the competition\nIf they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n\nYeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\nMight go to Jamaica, disappear again\nMy circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n\nY'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\nY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\nY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nL.A., all I ever ask is 100\nL.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nAll I ever ask is one\n\nMiss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\nHeld a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\nIf he was still alive, he would kill niggas\nHe was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\nNiggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\nCan't think, so you roll up that indigo\nStressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\nBlowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n\nMake a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\nScreamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\nGuess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\nYou niggas don't feel me though\nThat was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\nYou dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n\nNot even to H-Town\nSo underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\nStrapped up from the waist down\nThat's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\nShit was so simple when Henchman was out\nHe had a young nigga right there with Meech\n\nSo happy when Bleu Davinci got out\nWe came up on these California streets\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\nNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\nLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n\nGot a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\nDon't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\nAlways be a real nigga\nI never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n\nY'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\nY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\nY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nL.A., all I ever ask is 100\nL.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nAll I ever ask is one","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] Real nigga shit\n[00:03.75] Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB\n[00:11.58] We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life\n[00:14.42] Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing\n[00:19.02] Niggas called me to set you up\n[00:20.73] Want me to come and wet you up\n[00:22.38] 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie\n[00:24.03] Heard about the shit with Diddy\n[00:25.10] So I came through to vest you up\n[00:27.02] And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n[00:29.23] A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n[00:31.78] I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n[00:34.87] Teachers ain't testin' us\n[00:36.15] See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n[00:38.50] Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n[00:40.43] Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n[00:42.87] Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n[00:45.56] Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n[00:47.05] Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n[00:49.83] How soon they forget?\n[00:51.45] Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n[00:54.74] How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n[00:56.30] Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n[00:58.86] Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n[01:00.57] Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n[01:03.21] Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n[01:06.09] Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n[01:07.85] Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n[01:09.51] We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n[01:14.23] This my city, nigga, everybody know it\n[01:16.21] Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\n[01:18.47] Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\n[01:20.89] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[01:24.79] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[01:27.29] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n[01:30.02] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[01:34.13] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[01:38.58] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[01:43.15] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[01:49.84] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[01:52.80] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[01:57.69] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[02:03.22] All I ever ask is one\n[02:06.58] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n[02:09.05] Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n[02:11.92] To every single fuckin' function\n[02:13.61] Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n[02:15.92] And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n[02:18.79] Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n[02:21.77] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:23.15] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:25.64] I would have so many friends\n[02:27.51] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:30.85] I would have so many friends\n[02:31.90] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:34.58] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:37.46] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:39.28] I would have so many more friends\n[02:41.34] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:43.68] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:46.42] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:50.25] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:53.16] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:55.21] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[02:58.85] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[03:03.05] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[03:07.33] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[03:11.78] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[03:18.74] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:21.79] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[03:25.92] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:32.14] All I ever ask is one\n[03:34.58] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\n[03:36.85] Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\n[03:38.93] If he was still alive, he would kill niggas\n[03:41.23] He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n[03:42.88] Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\n[03:45.95] Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n[03:47.95] Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n[03:49.97] Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n[03:53.52] Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\n[03:58.61] Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n[04:00.81] Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n[04:03.24] You niggas don't feel me though\n[04:04.96] That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n[04:07.02] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n[04:09.82] Not even to H-Town\n[04:12.03] So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n[04:14.21] Strapped up from the waist down\n[04:16.07] That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\n[04:18.62] Shit was so simple when Henchman was out\n[04:20.73] He had a young nigga right there with Meech\n[04:23.23] So happy when Bleu Davinci got out\n[04:25.68] We came up on these California streets\n[04:27.55] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[04:31.59] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[04:34.04] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n[04:35.89] Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\n[04:38.37] Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\n[04:41.48] Always be a real nigga\n[04:42.78] I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n[04:45.40] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[04:49.53] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[04:53.97] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[04:58.36] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[05:05.06] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:08.41] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[05:12.84] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:18.73] All I ever ask is one\n[05:33.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: The Game\n  album: '100'\n  duration_ms: 345469\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Real nigga shit\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 3750\n- text: Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB\n  start_ms: 3750\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 14420\n- text: Played some beats, but I 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Want me to come and wet you up\n  'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie\n  Heard about the shit with Diddy\n  So I came through to vest you up\n  And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n  A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n  I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n  Teachers ain't testin' us\n\n  See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n  Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n  Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n  Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n\n  Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n  Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n  How soon they forget?\n  Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n  How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n  Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\n  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n  Get this money, fuck 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293970\n- text: Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  start_ms: 293970\n  end_ms: 298360\n- text: All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n  start_ms: 298360\n  end_ms: 305060\n- text: L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  start_ms: 305060\n  end_ms: 308410\n- text: L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n  start_ms: 308410\n  end_ms: 312840\n- text: L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  start_ms: 312840\n  end_ms: 318730\n- text: All I ever ask is one\n  start_ms: 318730\n  end_ms: 333670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 333670\nplain: |-\n  Real nigga shit\n  Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB\n  We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life\n  Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing\n\n  Niggas called me to set you up\n  Want me to come and wet you up\n  'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie\n  Heard about the shit with Diddy\n  So I came through to vest you up\n  And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n  A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n  I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n  Teachers ain't testin' us\n\n  See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n  Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n  Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n  Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n\n  Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n  Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n  How soon they forget?\n  Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n  How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n  Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\n  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n  Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n  Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n  We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n\n  This my city, nigga, everybody know it\n  Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\n  Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n  Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n\n  Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n  L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  All I ever ask is one\n\n  Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n  Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n  To every single fuckin' function\n  Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n  And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n  Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n\n  People been reachin' out to me\n  And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n  I would have so many friends\n  If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n  I would have so many friends\n  If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n  I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n  And I stayed on some conscious shit\n\n  I would have so many more friends\n  If I lost my success and my confidence\n  I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n  If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n\n  Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n  Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n  My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n\n  Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n  L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  All I ever ask is one\n\n  Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\n  Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\n  If he was still alive, he would kill niggas\n  He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n  Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\n  Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n  Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n  Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n\n  Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\n  Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n  Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n  You niggas don't feel me though\n  That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n  You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n\n  Not even to H-Town\n  So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n  Strapped up from the waist down\n  That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\n  Shit was so simple when Henchman was out\n  He had a young nigga right there with Meech\n\n  So happy when Bleu Davinci got out\n  We came up on these California streets\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n  Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n\n  Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\n  Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\n  Always be a real nigga\n  I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n\n  Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n  L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  All I ever ask is one\n"},{"id":21947870,"name":"100 Bars","trackName":"100 Bars","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Game Time","duration":291.3836,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm baack... Haha!\nNiggas can't fuck with me men\nNiggas crazy dawwg\nI run this underground rap shit\nAnd the mainstream nigga\nI'ma do like boo boo\nThis Niggas right when they fuck\nNow I'ma come out\nAnd Kill 'em\nHit the brerak down\n\nTime to separate the men from the boys\nTake it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds\nCalled a mama's little boy\nOr 50's little bitch\nThe rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch\nThe protoge of a bitch\nNiga softer than the Tabo kick\nYou billy blanks on a porno flick\nWith no porno chicks\nOnly porno dicks\nYou try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws\nAnd so therefore I declare war\nOutside violater meet me at four\nYoung Buck stay back\nBench put this authograph\nFor a hit put aside the glove\nLets play catch\n\nFor your one platinium plaq\nThat's for them niggas ridding in the back\ntrying to reach for that shit on your lap\nThat's for your boss and he riding my vest\n\nI'm a killer\nBlack wall gorilla\nThe paam boxila\nG-Unit capilla\nI'm realler\nForty ounce realler\nForty gloc pillar\nForty gloc killer (Gun shot)\n\nEx spider, I'll be creeping and crawling\nSpinning webs around you niggas\nStaking bread around you niggas\nEverytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas\nI used to watch everything I said around you niggas\n20 niggas on the squard\n20 niggas in the can\nThat's 20 witnesses\n20 niggas on the stand\nGoddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code\nThe Game is to be sold\nAnd not to be told\nThis ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes\nThis is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul\nWipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed in\nWith the fishes like you and juice\nI'm coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishop\nI'm the king of this L.A shit\ntell me hommie is your blood crip\nIs your dog a bitch\nCause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A.\nFake ass ghost rider\nGet your little flow tighter\nBefore I put you in the trunk\nOf this fucking low rider\nNigga u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksand\ngat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and\nturned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men\nJust take this as a warning don't flinch men\n\nWear yur rag, you one I know?\nNo!!\nYou know bep do, you bang east coast?\nNo!!\nHave you ever had 164\nNo!!\nDo the hood feel your wack ass flow?\nNo!!\n\nSo sit your little ass down somewhere\nBefore i have them niggas sit you down somewhere\nIn the ground somewhere\nOut of town somewhere\nbreaking news, body has been found somewhere\nNow back to the video\nLook at this silly mu'fuckers\nY'all are some silly mu'fuckers\nI say \"hands up\"\nShorty wanna kick it with me\nGet dat wack shit off B.E.T\nTurn the channel\nAll black lamborgh\nWear them black flannel\nSpeakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel\nMen I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm spraying\nAny nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit\n\nMu'fucka dat's for yayo and Buck\nThat's for hot ride promotional truck\nThat's for Kanye and beefing with Puff\nTell dat nigga dat's behind you to duck\n\nI'm a killer\nBlack wall gorilla\nAnything clip filler\nMy deep capila\nI'm realler\nThe hallow tip driller\nThe rap godzilla\nThe Lloyd banks killer\n\nIn a diablo under the tent\nNigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent?\nWhen Jay said it I ain't know what it meant\nNow I understand, it's starting to make sense\nNow the whole world know\nWhy I took the \"I\" out of G-Unit\nAnd replaced it with a muthafuckin \"O\"\nRemember when you told me \"meet you on the top\"?\nCheck the sound scan quess who's on top, nigga\nFake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga\ncause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga\nTaking steroids show me wat you gat, nigga\nYou ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga\nLast I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga\nNobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga\nCause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga\nYour whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga\nMid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas\nOn the subway chasing down shoplifters\nAll in the streets talking bout you shot niggas\nThen you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures\nI expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching\nWhen the last time you seen him with some hot bitches\nSee wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is\nCheck they adam's apples nigga, they is nat bitches\nYou reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn\nJust bow down nigga, accept the Don\nNobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong\nThe transformer's folding up like the septic can\nNiggas bust like pipes when the pressure runs\nSee the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don\nEvery rapper know from now I'ma set the tone\nNiggas real hot body till their head is gone\nHere come them demons cause they know you are gone\nSome niggas just don't get it till you wet they throne.\n\nNiggas can't fuck with me\nHundred bars, nigga\nI do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga\nThat's 7 hundred bars a week, nigga\nOn this fucking underground shit, nigga\nI can't be fucking stopped, period, nigga!!\nThe Game, nigga... west coast Don\nBlack wall street, nigga\nI'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas\nI'm talking to all you niggas\nI can't be fadded, nigga\nYou niggas don't want it with me, nigga\nIt's just me muthafuckas, and I'm pissed off\nGat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tape\nThat ain't me muthafuckas\nThis is me muthafuckas\n\nYeah!!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 100 Bars\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Game Time\n  duration_ms: 291384\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I'm baack... Haha!\n  Niggas can't fuck with me men\n  Niggas crazy dawwg\n  I run this underground rap shit\n  And the mainstream nigga\n  I'ma do like boo boo\n  This Niggas right when they fuck\n  Now I'ma come out\n  And Kill 'em\n  Hit the brerak down\n\n  Time to separate the men from the boys\n  Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds\n  Called a mama's little boy\n  Or 50's little bitch\n  The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch\n  The protoge of a bitch\n  Niga softer than the Tabo kick\n  You billy blanks on a porno flick\n  With no porno chicks\n  Only porno dicks\n  You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws\n  And so therefore I declare war\n  Outside violater meet me at four\n  Young Buck stay back\n  Bench put this authograph\n  For a hit put aside the glove\n  Lets play catch\n\n  For your one platinium plaq\n  That's for them niggas ridding in the back\n  trying to reach for that shit on your lap\n  That's for your boss and he riding my vest\n\n  I'm a killer\n  Black wall gorilla\n  The paam boxila\n  G-Unit capilla\n  I'm realler\n  Forty ounce realler\n  Forty gloc pillar\n  Forty gloc killer (Gun shot)\n\n  Ex spider, I'll be creeping and crawling\n  Spinning webs around you niggas\n  Staking bread around you niggas\n  Everytime you roll up, the feds surround you niggas\n  I used to watch everything I said around you niggas\n  20 niggas on the squard\n  20 niggas in the can\n  That's 20 witnesses\n  20 niggas on the stand\n  Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code\n  The Game is to be sold\n  And not to be told\n  This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes\n  This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul\n  Wipe my fingerprints off and the gun's tossed in\n  With the fishes like you and juice\n  I'm coming for bishop, I'm gunning for bishop\n  I'm the king of this L.A shit\n  tell me hommie is your blood crip\n  Is your dog a bitch\n  Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A.\n  Fake ass ghost rider\n  Get your little flow tighter\n  Before I put you in the trunk\n  Of this fucking low rider\n  Nigga u ain't nothin but hitman and quicksand\n  gat a deal cause you sucked a couple of dicks and\n  turned your back on Dulene and Jimmy Hinch men\n  Just take this as a warning don't flinch men\n\n  Wear yur rag, you one I know?\n  No!!\n  You know bep do, you bang east coast?\n  No!!\n  Have you ever had 164\n  No!!\n  Do the hood feel your wack ass flow?\n  No!!\n\n  So sit your little ass down somewhere\n  Before i have them niggas sit you down somewhere\n  In the ground somewhere\n  Out of town somewhere\n  breaking news, body has been found somewhere\n  Now back to the video\n  Look at this silly mu'fuckers\n  Y'all are some silly mu'fuckers\n  I say \"hands up\"\n  Shorty wanna kick it with me\n  Get dat wack shit off B.E.T\n  Turn the channel\n  All black lamborgh\n  Wear them black flannel\n  Speakers in the trunk with more humps than a camel\n  Men I'm saying, I ain't playing, I'm spraying\n  Any nigga in your clique that are be up dat shit\n\n  Mu'fucka dat's for yayo and Buck\n  That's for hot ride promotional truck\n  That's for Kanye and beefing with Puff\n  Tell dat nigga dat's behind you to duck\n\n  I'm a killer\n  Black wall gorilla\n  Anything clip filler\n  My deep capila\n  I'm realler\n  The hallow tip driller\n  The rap godzilla\n  The Lloyd banks killer\n\n  In a diablo under the tent\n  Nigga I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 cent?\n  When Jay said it I ain't know what it meant\n  Now I understand, it's starting to make sense\n  Now the whole world know\n  Why I took the \"I\" out of G-Unit\n  And replaced it with a muthafuckin \"O\"\n  Remember when you told me \"meet you on the top\"?\n  Check the sound scan quess who's on top, nigga\n  Fake ass king of New York you need to stop, nigga\n  cause you nat Big, nat Nas, nat Jigga\n  Taking steroids show me wat you gat, nigga\n  You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga\n  Last I heard you suckin on cocks, nigga\n  Nobody know cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga\n  Cause you being on the precinct with the cops, nigga\n  Your whole staff with a badge and clock, nigga\n  Mid town, Manhattan trying to stop niggas\n  On the subway chasing down shoplifters\n  All in the streets talking bout you shot niggas\n  Then you in Nwy York times taking cop pictures\n  I expose you niggas and put out, stop snitching\n  When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches\n  See wat he say when you ask him where the hot bitch is\n  Check they adam's apples nigga, they is nat bitches\n  You reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a lepricorn\n  Just bow down nigga, accept the Don\n  Nobody wanna be a hero when the tech is strong\n  The transformer's folding up like the septic can\n  Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure runs\n  See the light flash when that desert eagle wet your don\n  Every rapper know from now I'ma set the tone\n  Niggas real hot body till their head is gone\n  Here come them demons cause they know you are gone\n  Some niggas just don't get it till you wet they throne.\n\n  Niggas can't fuck with me\n  Hundred bars, nigga\n  I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga\n  That's 7 hundred bars a week, nigga\n  On this fucking underground shit, nigga\n  I can't be fucking stopped, period, nigga!!\n  The Game, nigga... west coast Don\n  Black wall street, nigga\n  I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down, muthafuckas\n  I'm talking to all you niggas\n  I can't be fadded, nigga\n  You niggas don't want it with me, nigga\n  It's just me muthafuckas, and I'm pissed off\n  Gat me all in fron of the muthafucking mixed tape\n  That ain't me muthafuckas\n  This is me muthafuckas\n\n  Yeah!!\n"},{"id":11149001,"name":"100 (feat. Drake)","trackName":"100 (feat. 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you lyin' like Fif'\nHow a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\nHeart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\nDrake told me not to trust you niggas\nYour energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\nJust walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\nGet this money, fuck these bitches though\nThinkin' 'bout the beef like\nWe can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n\nThis my city, nigga, everybody know it\nRidin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\nTucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\nNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\nLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n\nY'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\nY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\nY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 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nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nL.A., all I ever ask is 100\nL.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nAll I ever ask is one","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.19] Real nigga shit\n[00:07.00] Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB\n[00:15.64] We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life\n[00:18.86] Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing\n[00:23.46] Niggas called me to set you up\n[00:25.40] Want me to come and wet you up\n[00:26.63] 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie\n[00:28.58] Heard about the shit with Diddy\n[00:29.68] So I came through to vest you up\n[00:31.57] And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n[00:33.63] A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n[00:36.34] I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n[00:39.34] Teachers ain't testin' us\n[00:40.98] See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n[00:43.05] Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n[00:44.99] Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n[00:47.38] Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n[00:50.04] Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n[00:51.97] Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n[00:54.60] How soon they forget?\n[00:55.98] Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n[00:59.18] How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n[01:00.72] Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n[01:03.68] Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n[01:05.21] Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n[01:07.96] Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n[01:10.64] Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n[01:12.75] Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n[01:14.18] We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n[01:18.78] This my city, nigga, everybody know it\n[01:20.85] Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\n[01:23.07] Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta 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budget\n[02:22.59] Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n[02:25.53] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:26.92] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:29.87] I would have so many friends\n[02:31.82] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:35.03] I would have so many friends\n[02:36.14] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:39.44] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:41.59] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:43.50] I would have so many more friends\n[02:45.40] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:47.96] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:50.66] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:54.64] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:57.64] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:59.75] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[03:02.92] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake 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Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n  L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n  All I ever ask is one\n\n  Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n  Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n  To every single fuckin' function\n  Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n  And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n  Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n\n  People been reachin' out to me\n  And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n  I would have so many friends\n  If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n  I would have so many friends\n  If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n  I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n  And I stayed on some conscious shit\n\n  I would have so many more 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ones that's actin' funny\n[02:21.77] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:23.15] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:25.64] I would have so many friends\n[02:27.51] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:30.85] I would have so many friends\n[02:31.90] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:34.58] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:37.46] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:39.28] I would have so many more friends\n[02:41.34] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:43.68] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:46.42] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:50.25] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:53.16] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:55.21] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[02:58.85] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[03:03.05] Y'all better not come to my funeral 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Biggie though\n[04:03.24] You niggas don't feel me though\n[04:04.96] That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n[04:07.02] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n[04:09.82] Not even to H-Town\n[04:12.03] So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n[04:14.21] Strapped up from the waist down\n[04:16.07] That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\n[04:18.62] Shit was so simple when Henchman was out\n[04:20.73] He had a young nigga right there with Meech\n[04:23.23] So happy when Bleu Davinci got out\n[04:25.68] We came up on these California streets\n[04:27.55] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[04:31.59] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[04:34.04] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n[04:35.89] Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\n[04:38.37] Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\n[04:41.48] Always be a real nigga\n[04:42.78] I never learned how to be nothin' but a 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house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\nHow a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\nHeart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\nDrake told me not to trust you niggas\nYour energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\nJust walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\nGet this money, fuck these bitches though\nThinkin' 'bout the beef like\nWe can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n\nThis my city, nigga, everybody know it\nRidin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\nTucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\nL.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\nNiggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\nLike the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n\nY'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\nY'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\nY'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\nAll I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n\nL.A. niggas, be the 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Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\n[01:24.27] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[01:27.77] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[01:30.68] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n[01:33.43] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[01:37.23] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[01:41.38] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[01:46.06] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[01:50.12] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[01:55.27] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[01:58.92] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[02:03.96] All I ever ask is one\n[02:08.40] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n[02:12.27] Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n[02:15.13] To every single fuckin' function\n[02:16.66] Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n[02:19.36] And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n[02:22.31] Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n[02:24.59] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:27.33] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:30.82] I would have so many friends\n[02:32.37] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:33.92] I would have so many friends\n[02:35.33] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:37.94] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:40.63] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:42.09] I would have so many more friends\n[02:44.39] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:46.59] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:49.86] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:52.96] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:56.33] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:58.34] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[03:01.74] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[03:05.72] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[03:09.87] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[03:15.08] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[03:19.30] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:24.24] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[03:27.50] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:33.47] All I ever ask is one\n[03:37.86] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\n[03:39.97] Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\n[03:42.17] If he was still alive, he would kill niggas\n[03:44.33] He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n[03:46.30] Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\n[03:48.93] Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n[03:51.00] Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n[03:53.32] Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n[03:55.83] Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\n[03:58.94] Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n[04:04.54] Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n[04:06.41] You niggas don't feel me though\n[04:08.86] That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n[04:10.28] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n[04:13.26] Not even to H-Town\n[04:14.79] So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n[04:17.27] Strapped up from the waist down\n[04:19.65] That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\n[04:21.78] Shit was so simple when Henchman was out\n[04:23.64] He had a young nigga right there with Meech\n[04:27.22] So happy when Bleu Davinci got out\n[04:28.52] We came up on these California streets\n[04:30.78] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[04:34.18] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[04:37.14] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n[04:39.07] Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\n[04:41.76] Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\n[04:44.05] Always be a real nigga\n[04:46.00] I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n[04:48.36] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[04:51.41] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[04:57.07] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[05:01.43] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[05:07.18] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:13.81] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[05:15.85] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:20.22] All I ever ask is one\n[05:22.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: The Game feat. 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 N- called me to set you up\n  Want me to come and wet you up\n  'Cause you a out of town n- like Biggie\n  Heard about the sh- with Diddy\n  So I came through to vest you up\n  And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n  A vest for every n- with an owl on his chest and what\n  I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n  Teachers ain't testin' us\n\n  See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n  N- is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n  N- catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n  Dawg, fame is a m-\n  Do a n- four favors when you can't do the fifth\n  How soon they forget?\n  Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n\n  How a n- s'posed to love you n-?\n  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you n-\n  Drake told me not to trust you n-\n  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you n-\n  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, \"Why a n- can't live?\"\n  Get this money, f- these b- though\n  Thinkin' 'bout the beef like, \"We can 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is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid\n  (L.A. n-, be the craziest) yeah, one hunnid\n  (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hunnid\n  (L.A., L.A. n-, be the craziest) one hunnid\n  All I ever ask is one\n\n  Miss 4 Cent, that was my real n-\n  Held a n- down since he was a lil' n-\n  If he was still alive, he would kill n-\n  He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n  N- know how it feel when you missin' your n- though\n  Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n  Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n  Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n\n  Make a real n- wanna give his life to God like, \"Here it go\"\n  Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n  Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n  You n- don't feel me though\n  That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n  You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n\n  Not even to H-Town\n  So underground that I gotta be a trill n-\n  Strapped up from the waist down\n  That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real n-\n  Sh- was so simple when Henchman was out\n  He had a young n- right there with Meech\n  So happy when \"Bleu Davinci\" got out\n  We came up on these California streets\n\n  L.A. n-, we the craziest, these n- do some shady sh-\n  Run up on your car, catch you off guard\n  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby sh-\n  Got a n- confused, but why a n- gotta choose?\n  Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real n-\n  Always be a real n-\n  I never learned how to be nothin' but a real n-\n\n  Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake sh-\n  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake sh-\n  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n  All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid\n  (L.A. n-, be the craziest) yeah, one hunnid\n  (L.A.) all I ever asked is one hunnid\n  (L.A., L.A. n-, be the craziest) one hunnid\n  All I ever ask is 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100\nL.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\nAll I ever ask is one\n\nThank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\nThank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\nTo every single fuckin' function\nHad niggas tell me to my face how we were family\nAnd how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\nNow, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n\nPeople been reachin' out to me\nAnd I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\nI would have so many friends\nIf I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\nI would have so many friends\nIf I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\nI would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\nAnd I stayed on some conscious shit\n\nI would have so many more friends\nIf I lost my success and my confidence\nI'm in the club every time that they play the competition\nIf they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n\nYeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\nMight go to 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niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[01:28.07] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[01:30.93] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n[01:33.20] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[01:37.67] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[01:42.05] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[01:46.52] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[01:53.20] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[01:56.85] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[02:00.81] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[02:05.57] All I ever ask is one\n[02:09.81] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n[02:12.86] Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n[02:15.69] To every single fuckin' function\n[02:17.39] Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n[02:19.57] And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n[02:22.41] Now, when I see 'em, 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nothin' but a real nigga\n[04:49.22] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[04:53.01] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[04:57.62] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[05:01.99] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[05:06.47] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:11.35] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[05:14.84] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:22.01] All I ever ask is one\n[05:23.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: The Game feat. 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Always be a real nigga\n[04:46.00] I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n[04:48.36] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[04:51.41] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[04:57.07] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[05:01.43] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[05:07.18] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:13.81] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[05:15.85] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:20.22] All I ever ask is one\n[05:22.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: The Game feat. 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Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n  How soon they forget?\n  Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n  How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n  Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\n  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n  Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n  Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n  We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n\n  This my city, nigga, everybody know it\n  Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\n  Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\n  L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n  Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n\n  Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n  Y'all better off 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talkin' 'bout life\n[00:14.42] Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing\n[00:19.02] Niggas called me to set you up\n[00:20.73] Want me to come and wet you up\n[00:22.38] 'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie\n[00:24.03] Heard about the shit with Diddy\n[00:25.10] So I came through to vest you up\n[00:27.02] And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n[00:29.23] A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n[00:31.78] I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n[00:34.87] Teachers ain't testin' us\n[00:36.15] See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n[00:38.50] Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n[00:40.43] Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n[00:42.87] Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n[00:45.56] Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n[00:47.05] Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n[00:49.83] How soon they forget?\n[00:51.45] Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n[00:54.74] How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n[00:56.30] Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n[00:58.86] Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n[01:00.57] Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n[01:03.21] Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n[01:06.09] Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n[01:07.85] Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n[01:09.51] We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical\n[01:14.23] This my city, nigga, everybody know it\n[01:16.21] Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound\n[01:18.47] Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it\n[01:20.89] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[01:24.79] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[01:27.29] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up\n[01:30.02] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[01:34.13] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[01:38.58] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[01:43.15] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[01:49.84] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[01:52.80] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[01:57.69] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[02:03.22] All I ever ask is one\n[02:06.58] Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'\n[02:09.05] Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors\n[02:11.92] To every single fuckin' function\n[02:13.61] Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family\n[02:15.92] And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget\n[02:18.79] Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny\n[02:21.77] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:23.15] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:25.64] I would have so many friends\n[02:27.51] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:30.85] I would have so many friends\n[02:31.90] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:34.58] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:37.46] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:39.28] I would have so many more friends\n[02:41.34] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:43.68] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:46.42] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:50.25] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:53.16] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:55.21] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[02:58.85] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[03:03.05] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[03:07.33] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[03:11.78] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[03:18.74] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:21.79] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[03:25.92] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:32.14] All I ever ask is one\n[03:34.58] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\n[03:36.85] Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\n[03:38.93] If he was still alive, he would kill niggas\n[03:41.23] He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n[03:42.88] Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\n[03:45.95] Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n[03:47.95] Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n[03:49.97] Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n[03:53.52] Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\n[03:58.61] Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n[04:00.81] Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n[04:03.24] You niggas don't feel me though\n[04:04.96] That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n[04:07.02] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n[04:09.82] Not even to H-Town\n[04:12.03] So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n[04:14.21] Strapped up from the 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that's actin' funny\n[02:21.77] People been reachin' out to me\n[02:23.15] And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit\n[02:25.64] I would have so many friends\n[02:27.51] If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments\n[02:30.85] I would have so many friends\n[02:31.90] If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments\n[02:34.58] I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop\n[02:37.46] And I stayed on some conscious shit\n[02:39.28] I would have so many more friends\n[02:41.34] If I lost my success and my confidence\n[02:43.68] I'm in the club every time that they play the competition\n[02:46.42] If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get\n[02:50.25] Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it on top of the pyramid\n[02:53.16] Might go to Jamaica, disappear again\n[02:55.21] My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...\n[02:58.85] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[03:03.05] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[03:07.33] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[03:11.78] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[03:18.74] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:21.79] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[03:25.92] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[03:32.14] All I ever ask is one\n[03:34.58] Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga\n[03:36.85] Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga\n[03:38.93] If he was still alive, he would kill niggas\n[03:41.23] He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill\n[03:42.88] Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though\n[03:45.95] Can't think, so you roll up that indigo\n[03:47.95] Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'\n[03:49.97] Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn\n[03:53.52] Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, here it go\n[03:58.61] Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though\n[04:00.81] Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though\n[04:03.24] You niggas don't feel me though\n[04:04.96] That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch\n[04:07.02] You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though\n[04:09.82] Not even to H-Town\n[04:12.03] So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga\n[04:14.21] Strapped up from the waist down\n[04:16.07] That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga\n[04:18.62] Shit was so simple when Henchman was out\n[04:20.73] He had a young nigga right there with Meech\n[04:23.23] So happy when Bleu Davinci got out\n[04:25.68] We came up on these California streets\n[04:27.55] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit\n[04:31.59] Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard\n[04:34.04] Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit\n[04:35.89] Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?\n[04:38.37] Don't even matter, dog, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga\n[04:41.48] Always be a real nigga\n[04:42.78] I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga\n[04:45.40] Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit\n[04:49.53] Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit\n[04:53.97] Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me\n[04:58.36] All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100\n[05:05.06] L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:08.41] L.A., all I ever ask is 100\n[05:12.84] L.A., L.A. niggas, be the craziest, yeah, 100\n[05:18.73] All I ever ask is one\n[05:33.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: '100'\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2\n  duration_ms: 334000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Real nigga shit\n  start_ms: 150\n  end_ms: 3750\n- text: Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB\n  start_ms: 3750\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 14420\n- text: Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing\n  start_ms: 14420\n  end_ms: 19020\n- 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like Biggie\n  Heard about the shit with Diddy\n  So I came through to vest you up\n  And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush\n  A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what\n  I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide\n  Teachers ain't testin' us\n\n  See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus\n  Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up\n  Tax you up, but it's OVO, Blood Money\n  Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus\n\n  Dog, fame is a motherfucker\n  Do a nigga four favors when you can't do the fifth\n  How soon they forget?\n  Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'\n  How a nigga s'posed to love you niggas?\n  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas\n  Drake told me not to trust you niggas\n  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas\n\n  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, why a nigga can't live?\n  Get this money, fuck these bitches though\n  Thinkin' 'bout the beef like\n  We can pass 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