[{"id":14806785,"name":"Run Up (feat. Ice Cube & YG)","trackName":"Run Up (feat. Ice Cube & YG)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"NWA2016","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"West Coast, it's all about survival nigga\nWest Coast, California's own\nBlack Wall Street, D.P.G.C\nYou niggas know what it is\nCompton and Long Beach back together again...\n\nSecurity pat downs\nI'm a star, motherfucker\nI been put' the gat down\nI been put' the mack down\nBut check the people that I'm with\nCause they'll lay you flat down\nAnd they'll do it right now\nYeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial\nClub-hop, car shows, picnics\nBig cars, big jewels, big dicks\nRush doors\nOr gotta hop the fence\nBlow this door\nGotta blow my rent\nGotta show my ass, then go repent\nGotta call in sick\nAnd tell 'em where I went\nDon't want no problems, ya'll\nFuck around, I'll pull out the problem solved\nAnd watch E pills dissolve\nNine times out of ten, you hoes involved\n\nIt's too much gangsta shit goin' on in the fuckin' world\nFor niggas to be actin' like girls\nI'm the Gangbang General, never rhyme a subliminal\n12-gauge shotty to your body, a fuckin' criminal\nA animal, West Coast beat cannibal\nWho got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta shit\nNot Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa\nFor reala, half Blood half motherfuckin' gorilla\nSuicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle\nMy rag is a flag, I should hang it from the fuckin' Eiffel\nTower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb\nI explode to the next episode\nCutlass ridin', butler drivin'\nHead low cause it's all about motherfuckin' survivin'\nIn the city I claim, Westside we bang\nThe Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang\n\nGoin' goin' back back to the bank\nRest in peace to my safe\nI'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho\nI'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco\nThe devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him\nAct like I'm deaf like So-So\nFuck you, fuck him, fuck them\nFuck my ex and her cohorts\nHundred bottles in the club, for no reason\nNiggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend\nFendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt\nI'm in the Fendi store I dont need help\nAll gold everything like Trinidad\nI went to high school with you bitch you been a rat\nI don't got money problems, I got trust issues\nTwo things I gotta stay is with the two pistols","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] West Coast, it's all about survival nigga\n[00:05.24] West Coast, California's own\n[00:09.62] Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C\n[00:12.02] You niggas know what it is\n[00:17.18] Compton and Long Beach back together again...\n[00:20.17] Security pat downs\n[00:21.94] I'm a star, motherfucker\n[00:23.36] I been put' the gat down\n[00:25.25] I been put' the mack down\n[00:26.74] But check the people that I'm with\n[00:28.30] Cause they'll lay you flat down\n[00:30.26] And they'll do it right now\n[00:31.91] Yeah, you scared of the phone numbers that a nigga might dial\n[00:35.18] Club-hop, car shows, picnics\n[00:37.63] Big cars, big jewels, big dicks\n[00:40.28] Rush doors\n[00:40.91] Or gotta hop the fence\n[00:42.34] Blow this door\n[00:43.62] Gotta blow my rent\n[00:44.91] Gotta show my ass, then go repent\n[00:47.06] Gotta call in sick\n[00:48.56] And tell 'em where I went\n[00:51.35] Don't want no problems, ya'll\n[00:53.11] Fuck around, I'll pull out the problem solved\n[00:56.17] And watch E pills dissolve\n[00:57.82] Nine times out of ten, you hoes involved\n[01:02.16] \n[01:13.59] It's too much gangsta shit goin' on in the fuckin' world\n[01:23.73] For niggas to be actin' like girls\n[01:25.62] I'm the Gangbang General, never rhyme a subliminal\n[01:28.67] 12-gauge shotty to your body, a fuckin' criminal\n[01:30.99] A animal, West Coast beat cannibal\n[01:32.90] Who got the antidote? I'm sick on this gangsta shit\n[01:35.71] Not Blood or a Crip, I'm a Anybody Killa\n[01:38.22] For reala, half Blood half motherfuckin' gorilla\n[01:41.02] Suicidal, my flow is a automatic rifle\n[01:43.20] My rag is a flag, I should hang it from the fuckin' Eiffel\n[01:45.99] Tower, MC's I devour, a lyrical time bomb\n[01:49.06] I explode to the next episode\n[01:51.56] Cutlass ridin', butler drivin'\n[01:53.44] Head low cause it's all about motherfuckin' survivin'\n[01:56.61] In the city I claim, Westside we bang\n[01:59.07] The Game, and the D.P.G.C. gang\n[02:12.47] \n[02:21.42] Goin' goin' back back to the bank\n[02:24.92] Rest in peace to my safe\n[02:26.54] I'mma fly nigga nigga I take your ho\n[02:29.04] I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco\n[02:31.71] The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him\n[02:34.75] Act like I'm deaf like So-So\n[02:36.98] Fuck you, fuck him, fuck them\n[02:39.63] Fuck my ex and her cohorts\n[02:41.96] Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason\n[02:44.45] Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend\n[02:47.49] Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt\n[02:49.62] I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help\n[02:52.06] All gold everything like Trinidad\n[02:54.47] I went to high school with you bitch you been a rat\n[02:57.05] I don't got money problems, I got trust issues\n[02:59.66] Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols\n[03:17.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Run Up (feat. 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