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Dej Loaf & Sha Sha)","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"The Game","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\nWhere guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\nThem niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\nMy finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\nLike Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\nCasket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\nExpose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\nNever said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\nThe Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\nUsed to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\nHe thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\nLos Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\nAin't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\nBullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\nDon't you stand there and look dumb\nAin't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\nLives, I done took some\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nI kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\nI pull up floors and take them charges with me\nAventador as I explore the city\nPhillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\nYou could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\nThink I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'\nAin't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\nThe industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\nI feel like Mayweather in May weather\nWhoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\nGot my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\nTag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\nYour girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\nShe tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\nGave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\nAnd that's why I'm the dookie\nYou fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nDej holla at these niggas for me\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, uh\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.57] I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n[00:03.03] Where guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\n[00:05.80] Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n[00:08.73] My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n[00:11.60] Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n[00:14.32] Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n[00:17.03] Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n[00:19.84] Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n[00:22.54] The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n[00:25.21] Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n[00:28.06] He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n[00:30.68] Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n[00:33.56] Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n[00:36.39] Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n[00:39.37] Don't you stand there and look dumb\n[00:41.35] Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n[00:44.28] Lives, I done took some\n[00:46.24] When I look around I hear something tell me\n[00:48.82] That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n[00:54.02] And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n[00:59.78] And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n[01:06.47] But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n[01:11.84] I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n[01:14.46] I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n[01:17.26] Aventador as I explore the city\n[01:19.94] Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n[01:22.60] You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n[01:25.46] Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'\n[01:28.01] Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\n[01:30.67] The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\n[01:33.43] I feel like Mayweather in May weather\n[01:35.58] Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\n[01:37.91] Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\n[01:40.84] Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\n[01:43.82] Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\n[01:46.31] She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\n[01:49.96] Gave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\n[01:52.66] And that's why I'm the dookie\n[01:54.15] You fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n[01:56.51] When I look around I hear something tell me\n[01:59.97] That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n[02:05.12] And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n[02:10.69] And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n[02:17.33] But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n[02:21.92] Dej holla at these niggas for me\n[02:23.18] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:25.79] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:28.50] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:31.11] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:32.62] Pull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\n[02:34.02] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:36.60] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:39.49] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:42.16] You know I know where you live at, boy\n[02:43.47] Pull up on a nigga like, uh\"\n[02:45.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Step Up (feat. 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Guns cocked, say somethin'\nAin't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\nThe industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\nI feel like Mayweather in May weather\nWhoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\nGot my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\nTag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\nYour girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\nShe tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\nGave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\nAnd that's why I'm the dookie\nYou fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nDej holla at these niggas for me\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, uh\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.53] I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n[00:03.06] Where guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\n[00:05.86] Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n[00:08.71] My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n[00:11.69] Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n[00:14.33] Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n[00:17.02] Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n[00:19.87] Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n[00:22.52] The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n[00:25.23] Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n[00:28.04] He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n[00:30.63] Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n[00:33.59] Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n[00:36.39] Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n[00:39.39] Don't you stand there and look dumb\n[00:41.36] Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n[00:44.26] Lives, I done took some\n[00:46.23] When I look around I hear something tell me\n[00:48.84] That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n[00:54.04] And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n[00:59.72] And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n[01:06.47] But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n[01:11.88] I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n[01:14.40] I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n[01:17.25] Aventador as I explore the city\n[01:19.90] Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n[01:22.67] You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n[01:25.46] Think I'm bluffin'? 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Foxy Brown","albumName":"Step Ya Game Up","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam\nYo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all\nLay down nigga It's the ill Na Na\nCut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?\n\nRide with me as I race through ya hood\nGive me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang\nPants saggin' in that Bentley wagon\nAyo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'\n\nSince a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit\nHad a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit\nSome' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana\nAnd rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer\n\nFuckin' with the Cheddar Boys\nSome hustler flip girls instead of boys\nKeep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us\nWe keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus\n\nAnd the Street Lords and truly yours\nDrive Modena Spiders and big exhaust\nBleed for the streets love the war\nMy nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw\n\nPuncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz\nMotor City to Brooklyn, Vietnam\nNigga it's on till my flesh is gone\nAnd even then I live on in gangsta form\n\nWhat you know about that?\nMacs and cash nigga how you love that?\nWhat you know about that?\nDoin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n\nWhat you know about that?\nThe gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\nWhat you know about that?\nYacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n\nIt's the \"Godfather Buried Alive\"\nAyo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0\nWent to Brooklyn with the Rugers out\nIn Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out\n\nY'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out\nDutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout\nThat's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside\nAnd Nostrand in the butter scotch Rover\n\nI'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta\nGot his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster\nPhone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up\nComm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up\n\nI'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven\nI'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven\nSee through niggaz take they time like a man\nWe don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me\n\nWhat you know about that?\nMacs and cash nigga how you love that?\nWhat you know about that?\nDoin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n\nWhat you know about that?\nThe gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\nWhat you know about that?\nYacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n\nMoney, cars, guns, hoes\nSniff some blow and I'm good to go\nEagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated\nMost hated nigga read the affidavit\n\nUh, racin' loud pipes\nBig fuckin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike\nMy game so tight I arouse dikes\nYou punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write\n\nAnd be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme\nSound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya\nWho wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges\nContinental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is\n\nI'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it\nI admit it I was watchin' New Jack City\nAnd fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball\nEverythin' I talk about I live it\n\nAll you hear these rappers rap about I really did it\nI was designed to hold nines, and grind\nStep out of line put you in that white line\nRearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change\n\nYou know the game jet planes and cocaine\nAnd what I say might be held against me\nI don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York\n\nWhat you know about that?\nMacs and cash nigga how you love that?\nWhat you know about that?\nDoin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n\nWhat you know about that?\nThe gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\nWhat you know about that?\nYacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.03] Lets get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam\n[00:07.70] Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all\n[00:12.42] Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na\n[00:16.93] Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all understand?\n[00:19.74] Ride with me as I race through ya hood\n[00:23.44] Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang\n[00:25.71] Pants saggin' in that Bentley wagon\n[00:28.36] Ayo that's my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'\n[00:30.78] Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless shit\n[00:33.36] Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and shit\n[00:35.99] Some' bout watchin' Montana come up outta Havana\n[00:39.07] And rule this world made me wanna grab my hammer\n[00:41.15] Fuckin' with the Cheddar Boys\n[00:43.08] Some hustler flip girls instead of boys\n[00:45.64] Keep filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us\n[00:49.02] We keep this shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus\n[00:51.62] And the Street Lords and truly yours\n[00:54.28] Drive Modena Spiders and big exhaust\n[00:56.87] Bleed for the streets love the war\n[00:59.14] My nose bleeds for weeks I love the raw\n[01:01.86] Puncture niggaz when I comfort niggaz\n[01:04.65] Motor City to Brooklyn, Vietnam\n[01:07.24] Nigga it's on till my flesh is gone\n[01:09.60] And even then I live on in gangsta form\n[01:12.26] What you know about that?\n[01:15.21] Macs and cash nigga how you love that?\n[01:17.08] What you know about that?\n[01:19.33] Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n[01:21.98] What you know about that?\n[01:24.01] The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\n[01:28.14] What you know about that?\n[01:29.72] Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n[01:33.41] It's the \"Godfather Buried Alive\"\n[01:34.76] Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0\n[01:37.86] Went to Brooklyn with the Rugers out\n[01:40.95] In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out\n[01:43.81] Y'all got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out\n[01:46.27] Dutty Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout\n[01:48.82] That's my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside\n[01:51.79] And Nostrand in the butter scotch Rover\n[01:54.03] I'm ah bad gal style like I'm 'posta\n[01:56.42] Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster\n[01:58.77] Phone check! Muthafucka hit the yard up\n[02:02.49] Comm stop Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up\n[02:04.20] I'm hot steppin' in the pink Staline Seven\n[02:06.81] I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven\n[02:09.22] See through niggaz take they time like a man\n[02:11.82] We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't hear me\n[02:14.40] What you know about that?\n[02:16.59] Macs and cash nigga how you love that?\n[02:18.86] What you know about that?\n[02:21.47] Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n[02:24.64] What you know about that?\n[02:26.51] The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\n[02:30.17] What you know about that?\n[02:31.62] Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n[02:35.32] Money, cars, guns, hoes\n[02:37.65] Sniff some blow and I'm good to go\n[02:40.04] Eagle inflated Federal Bureau Investigated\n[02:42.62] Most hated nigga read the affidavit\n[02:45.25] Uh, racin' loud pipes\n[02:47.08] Big fuckin' exhausts burnin' the turnpike\n[02:50.43] My game so tight I arouse dikes\n[02:53.36] You punk rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write\n[02:55.95] And be samplin' my life, every line in your rhyme\n[02:58.39] Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't blame ya\n[03:01.42] Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin' charges\n[03:03.56] Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is\n[03:06.47] I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it\n[03:09.65] I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City\n[03:13.46] And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball\n[03:16.30] Everythin' I talk about I live it\n[03:18.97] All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it\n[03:22.03] I was designed to hold nines, and grind\n[03:24.10] Step out of line put you in that white line\n[03:26.57] Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change\n[03:29.45] You know the game jet planes and cocaine\n[03:32.02] And what I say might be held against me\n[03:34.60] I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York\n[03:37.75] What you know about that?\n[03:39.01] Macs and cash nigga how you love that?\n[03:41.67] What you know about that?\n[03:44.11] Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n[03:46.96] What you know about that?\n[03:49.28] The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\n[03:52.99] What you know about that?\n[03:54.77] Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n[03:57.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Gang\n  artist: Shyne feat. 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Young nigga catchin' charges\n  Continental T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is\n\n  I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it\n  I admit it I was watchin' New Jack City\n  And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me dying to ball\n  Everythin' I talk about I live it\n\n  All you hear these rappers rap about I really did it\n  I was designed to hold nines, and grind\n  Step out of line put you in that white line\n  Rearrange ya brain ain't nothin' change\n\n  You know the game jet planes and cocaine\n  And what I say might be held against me\n  I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York\n\n  What you know about that?\n  Macs and cash nigga how you love that?\n  What you know about that?\n  Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga what?\n\n  What you know about that?\n  The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is\n  What you know about that?\n  Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours\n"},{"id":39226403,"name":"Step Up","trackName":"Step Up","artistName":"The Game; Dej Loaf; Sha Sha","albumName":"The Documentary 2 + 2.5 (Collector's Edition)","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\nWhere guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\nThem niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\nMy finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\nLike Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\nCasket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\nExpose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\nNever said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\nThe Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\nUsed to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\nHe thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\nLos Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\nAin't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\nBullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\nDon't you stand there and look dumb\nAin't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\nLives, I done took some\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nI kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\nI pull up floors and take them charges with me\nAventador as I explore the city\nPhillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\nYou could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\nThink I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'\nAin't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\nThe industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\nI feel like Mayweather in May weather\nWhoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\nGot my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\nTag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\nYour girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\nShe tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\nGave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\nAnd that's why I'm the dookie\nYou fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nDej holla at these niggas for me\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, uh\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.57]I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n[00:03.25]Where guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\n[00:06.02]Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n[00:08.92]My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n[00:11.68]Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n[00:13.89]Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n[00:16.50]Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n[00:19.63]Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n[00:22.16]The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n[00:24.36]Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n[00:28.09]He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n[00:30.72]Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n[00:33.78]Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n[00:36.28]Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n[00:39.36]Don't you stand there and look dumb\n[00:41.63]Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n[00:44.23]Lives, I done took some\n[00:47.54]When I look around I hear something tell me\n[00:49.07]That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n[00:53.15]And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n[00:58.59]And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n[01:04.88]But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n[01:11.03]I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n[01:14.16]I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n[01:16.80]Aventador as I explore the city\n[01:19.67]Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n[01:22.58]You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n[01:25.01]Think I'm bluffin'? 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Guns cocked, say somethin'\nAin't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\nThe industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\nI feel like Mayweather in May weather\nWhoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\nGot my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\nTag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\nYour girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\nShe tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\nGave me that BJ so I slid in that bazooki\nAnd that's my I'm the dookie\nYou fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n\nWhen I look around I hear something tell me\nThat I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\nAnd I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\nAnd be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\nBut I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\nDej holla at these niggas for me\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nYou know I know where you live at, boy\nPull up on a nigga like, uh\"","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.58] I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n[00:03.09] Where guns spark quicker, on four niggas\n[00:05.80] Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n[00:08.73] My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n[00:11.66] Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n[00:14.36] Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n[00:17.09] Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n[00:19.82] Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n[00:22.58] The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n[00:25.28] Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n[00:28.06] He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n[00:30.63] Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n[00:33.53] Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n[00:36.34] Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n[00:39.37] Don't you stand there and look dumb\n[00:41.35] Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n[00:44.29] Lives, I done took some\n[00:46.28] When I look around I hear something tell me\n[00:48.83] That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n[00:54.06] And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n[00:59.70] And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n[01:06.47] But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n[01:11.88] I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n[01:14.41] I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n[01:17.28] Aventador as I explore the city\n[01:19.90] Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n[01:22.65] You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n[01:25.44] Think I'm bluffin'? 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You know I know where you live at, boy\n  Pull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  Pull up on a nigga like, uh\"\n"},{"id":30804047,"name":"What's the Deal","trackName":"What's the Deal","artistName":"Blaq Poet","albumName":"Step Ya Game Up","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"What's the Deal\"\n\"What up Premo man\"\n\nI ain't no pimp, I ain't no motherfucking baller\nI ain't no motherfucking player nigga\nI'm a real motherfucking rhyme sayer nigga\nDon't get it fucked up, I still will lay a nigga\nNow look, I don't give a fuck about nothing\nStraigt ignorant nigga, got a dagger to digging a nigga\nToo much motherfucking Queensbridge in the nigga\nToo much Hennessy and weed up in the nigga\nBlaq Po', niggas already know what it is\nWhoever the top dog is, I'm going for his\nPoint blank, 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Dej Loaf & Sha Sha)\n  artist: The Game\n  album: The Documentary 2\n  duration_ms: 171803\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n  start_ms: 570\n  end_ms: 3030\n- text: Where guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\n  start_ms: 3030\n  end_ms: 5800\n- text: Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n  start_ms: 5800\n  end_ms: 8730\n- text: My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n  start_ms: 8730\n  end_ms: 11600\n- text: Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n  start_ms: 11600\n  end_ms: 14320\n- text: Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n  start_ms: 14320\n  end_ms: 17030\n- text: Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n  start_ms: 17030\n  end_ms: 19840\n- text: Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n  start_ms: 19840\n  end_ms: 22540\n- text: The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n  start_ms: 22540\n  end_ms: 25210\n- text: Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n  start_ms: 25210\n  end_ms: 28060\n- text: He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n  start_ms: 28060\n  end_ms: 30680\n- text: Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n  start_ms: 30680\n  end_ms: 33560\n- text: Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n  start_ms: 33560\n  end_ms: 36390\n- text: Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n  start_ms: 36390\n  end_ms: 39370\n- text: Don't you stand there and look dumb\n  start_ms: 39370\n  end_ms: 41350\n- text: Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n  start_ms: 41350\n  end_ms: 44280\n- text: Lives, I done took some\n  start_ms: 44280\n  end_ms: 46240\n- text: When I look around I hear something tell me\n  start_ms: 46240\n  end_ms: 48820\n- text: That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n  start_ms: 48820\n  end_ms: 54020\n- text: And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n  start_ms: 54020\n  end_ms: 59780\n- text: And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n  start_ms: 59780\n  end_ms: 66470\n- text: But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n  start_ms: 66470\n  end_ms: 71840\n- text: I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n  start_ms: 71840\n  end_ms: 74460\n- text: I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n  start_ms: 74460\n  end_ms: 77260\n- text: Aventador as I explore the city\n  start_ms: 77260\n  end_ms: 79940\n- text: Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n  start_ms: 79940\n  end_ms: 82600\n- text: You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n  start_ms: 82600\n  end_ms: 85460\n- text: Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'\n  start_ms: 85460\n  end_ms: 88010\n- text: Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\n  start_ms: 88010\n  end_ms: 90670\n- text: The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\n  start_ms: 90670\n  end_ms: 93430\n- text: I feel like Mayweather in May weather\n  start_ms: 93430\n  end_ms: 95580\n- text: Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\n  start_ms: 95580\n  end_ms: 97910\n- text: Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\n  start_ms: 97910\n  end_ms: 100840\n- text: Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\n  start_ms: 100840\n  end_ms: 103820\n- text: Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\n  start_ms: 103820\n  end_ms: 106310\n- text: She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\n  start_ms: 106310\n  end_ms: 109960\n- text: Gave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\n  start_ms: 109960\n  end_ms: 112660\n- text: And that's why I'm the dookie\n  start_ms: 112660\n  end_ms: 114150\n- text: You fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n  start_ms: 114150\n  end_ms: 116510\n- text: When I look around I hear something tell me\n  start_ms: 116510\n  end_ms: 119970\n- text: That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n  start_ms: 119970\n  end_ms: 125120\n- text: And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n  start_ms: 125120\n  end_ms: 130690\n- text: And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n  start_ms: 130690\n  end_ms: 137330\n- text: But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n  start_ms: 137330\n  end_ms: 141920\n- text: Dej holla at these niggas for me\n  start_ms: 141920\n  end_ms: 143180\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 143180\n  end_ms: 145790\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 145790\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 151110\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 151110\n  end_ms: 152620\n- text: Pull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\n  start_ms: 152620\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 156600\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 156600\n  end_ms: 159490\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 159490\n  end_ms: 162160\n- text: You know I know where you live at, boy\n  start_ms: 162160\n  end_ms: 163470\n- text: Pull up on a nigga like, uh\"\n  start_ms: 163470\n  end_ms: 165840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 165840\nplain: |-\n  I'm from the home of the malt liquor, talk slicker\n  Where guns spark quicker, on fraud niggas\n  Them niggas better walk with you, take the long way home\n  My finger itchin' and this barrel so loooong\n  Like Pinocchio's nose my list of foes grows\n  Casket closed, air tight like Mystikal's cornrows\n  Expose rap niggas, take hoes from rap niggas\n  Never said shit when they seen me, get your toe tag nigga\n  The Compton lyricist, you niggas can't get with this\n  Used to tap Dre on the shoulder like, \"Nigga come hear this shit\"\n  He thinkin' he slick and shit, nigga sweeter than licorice\n  Los Angeles god, we mob like Infamous\n  Ain't from Queensbridge or Brooklyn but we done sones\n  Bullets, I done took some, crack, I done cook some\n  Don't you stand there and look dumb\n  Ain't no honor amongst thieves, especially when the come\n  Lives, I done took some\n\n  When I look around I hear something tell me\n  That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n  And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n  And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n  But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\n  I kicks in doors when your rap bars is Iggy\n  I pull up floors and take them charges with me\n  Aventador as I explore the city\n  Phillipe's with my henchmen, nigga, word to Jimmy\n  You could be swimmin' in the Hudson, it's nothin'\n  Think I'm bluffin'? Guns cocked, say somethin'\n  Ain't too many real niggas in this here rap shit\n  The industry soft when Plies getting slammed and shit\n  I feel like Mayweather in May weather\n  Whoop the white nigga ass, it might pay better\n  Got my Timbs on the gas in this grey sweater\n  Tag Coogi, I bet you'd be more cautious if you knew me\n  Your girl tryna do me, hoochie, groupie\n  She tryna catch up on a Gucci, baby, no, I'm out like Karrueche\n  Gave me that BJ so I slid in that Pizookie\n  And that's why I'm the dookie\n  You fuck me, I'm fucking your bitch, stupid\n\n  When I look around I hear something tell me\n  That I'm the type of nigga you could be down for\n  And I be hearing niggas say they gon' kill me\n  And be the type of niggas I think I should make a move on\n  But I came to let you know I keep that heat for real\n\n  Dej holla at these niggas for me\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  Pull up on a nigga like, \"uh\"\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  You know I know where you live at, boy\n  Pull up on a nigga like, uh\"\n"}]