[{"id":11729991,"name":"Bout Shit","trackName":"Bout Shit","artistName":"The LOX","albumName":"Bout Shit","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"L-O-X shit, nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ah\nSteppin' out the Benz with the shearlin' that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the waiter, while I wait for niggas (hahaha)\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die y'all know the devil\nGo 'head and pick the date for the dance (go 'head)\nI'm in the i8, blow an eighth on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\nFifty-fifty split, take mine's on the back end\nBusiness goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReaganomics in effect (yeah), rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nFuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a 'Tech, and he on that stout shit\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (you ain't really 'bout shit)\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nBam, blam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what)\nY-O, nigga, we goin' all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nFind you a shelter, we gone fall out\nMan, come on, come on\nThey call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit\nQuick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink (woo)\nWe ain't playin' with you niggas\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, nigga\nThink somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'\nNigga already dead, I'ma keep stabbin'\nBeen a loose cannon, been puttin' work in\nName ringin' bells, from school street to Warburton\nNiggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (what)\nFuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin' (uh-huh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginnin' (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the fuck is you doin'?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doin'\nIf you ain't spittin' the truth, then the shut the fuck up (please)\nFuck you, suck my dick, now what\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nBam, blam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on (ooh, shit)\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what)\nY-O, nigga, we goin' all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nFind you a shelter, we gone fall out\nMan, come on, come on (let the monkeys out)\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real\nNigga came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all yo plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nNigga hate when you be movin', they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Little Caesars\nFuck your debit card, and your lil' VISAs (oh)\nCoke game, dope game, niggas been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, niggas made hits (yeah)\nL-O-X, D-Block, get off our dicks (ah-ha, D-Block)\nPretty much are who we are now (L-O-X)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud\nWe bought Diddy through, even brought the Rs out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (mm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-huh)\nFind out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\nIt was already bars, we was already stars\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meanin' it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the inks different\nIt's about my outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about shit? You ain't really 'bout shit nigga\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nWe let the dogs out (L-O-X)\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nBam, blam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what)\nY-O, nigga, we goin' all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\nFind you a shelter, we gone fall out\nMan, come on, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout shit\nCome on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.63] L-O-X shit, nigga\n[00:23.38] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:24.60] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.00] Yeah, ah\n[00:30.30] Steppin' out the Benz with the shearlin' that Bane had\n[00:32.96] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.57] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.81] Gun on the waiter, while I wait for niggas (hahaha)\n[00:40.64] Plate full of plants\n[00:41.95] If you wanna die y'all know the devil\n[00:43.73] Go 'head and pick the date for the dance (go 'head)\n[00:45.96] I'm in the i8, blow an eighth on the iPhone\n[00:48.43] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:50.93] Fifty-fifty split, take mine's on the back end\n[00:53.79] Business goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:56.46] Reaganomics in effect (yeah), rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)\n[01:01.26] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.22] Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.65] Yardie homie got a 'Tech, and he on that stout shit\n[01:08.17] Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit\n[01:10.51] You ain't really 'bout shit (you ain't really 'bout shit)\n[01:13.00] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.30] Man, come on\n[01:15.62] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[01:17.43] Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.30] Man, come on\n[01:20.65] You ain't really 'bout shit (what)\n[01:22.23] Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out\n[01:24.32] Man, come on\n[01:25.73] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[01:27.08] Find you a shelter, we gone fall out\n[01:29.80] Man, come on, come on\n[01:31.33] They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit\n[01:34.37] Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink (woo)\n[01:37.32] We ain't playin' with you niggas\n[01:39.58] In the trunk I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, nigga\n[01:42.12] Think somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'\n[01:44.62] Nigga already dead, I'ma keep stabbin'\n[01:47.18] Been a loose cannon, been puttin' work in\n[01:49.77] Name ringin' bells, from school street to Warburton\n[01:52.27] Niggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:54.71] My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (what)\n[01:57.31] Fuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin' (uh-huh)\n[01:59.83] X been the grim reaper since the beginnin' (okay)\n[02:02.46] These new rappers got me like, \"What the fuck is you doin'?\"\n[02:04.81] You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doin'\n[02:07.33] If you ain't spittin' the truth, then the shut the fuck up (please)\n[02:09.90] Fuck you, suck my dick, now what\n[02:12.14] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[02:14.28] We let the dogs out\n[02:15.50] Man, come on\n[02:16.79] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[02:18.74] Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house\n[02:20.65] Man, come on (ooh, shit)\n[02:21.88] You ain't really 'bout shit (what)\n[02:23.60] Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out\n[02:25.58] Man, come on\n[02:27.00] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[02:28.57] Find you a shelter, we gone fall out\n[02:30.56] Man, come on, come on (let the monkeys out)\n[02:33.18] All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n[02:35.50] You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain't real\n[02:37.95] Nigga came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n[02:40.71] No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail\n[02:43.18] Can't tell them all yo plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n[02:45.77] Nigga hate when you be movin', they rather you still (haha)\n[02:48.27] Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n[02:51.44] I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n[02:53.76] Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n[02:56.51] I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah)\n[02:59.02] With the cheese, I'm like Little Caesars\n[03:01.44] Fuck your debit card, and your lil' VISAs (oh)\n[03:04.20] Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that (oh)\n[03:06.47] Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at (oh)\n[03:08.90] Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits (yeah)\n[03:11.43] L-O-X, D-Block, get off our dicks (ah-ha, D-Block)\n[03:14.02] Pretty much are who we are now (L-O-X)\n[03:16.24] We shed light on a city with a dark cloud\n[03:18.75] We bought Diddy through, even brought the Rs out (yeah)\n[03:21.45] In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (mm)\n[03:23.84] And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n[03:26.44] Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n[03:28.95] The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-huh)\n[03:31.49] Find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n[03:34.09] It was already bars, we was already stars\n[03:36.62] Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n[03:39.18] It was written already, meanin' it was already God\n[03:41.71] And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n[03:44.21] Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n[03:47.25] My contract is much bigger, so the inks different\n[03:49.85] It's about my outlet, not about my outfit\n[03:52.10] How you feel about shit? You ain't really 'bout shit nigga\n[03:53.99] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[03:55.68] We let the dogs out (L-O-X)\n[03:57.77] Man, come on\n[03:58.83] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[04:00.43] Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house\n[04:02.47] Man, come on\n[04:03.92] You ain't really 'bout shit (what)\n[04:05.31] Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out\n[04:07.71] Man, come on\n[04:08.97] You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n[04:10.66] Find you a shelter, we gone fall out\n[04:12.84] Man, come on, come on\n[04:14.22] You ain't really 'bout shit\n[04:15.54] Come on, come on","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout Shit\n  artist: The LOX\n  album: Bout Shit\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: L-O-X shit, nigga\n  start_ms: 21630\n  end_ms: 23380\n- text: Livin' off Xperience\n  start_ms: 23380\n  end_ms: 24600\n- text: You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  start_ms: 24600\n  end_ms: 27000\n- text: Yeah, ah\n  start_ms: 27000\n  end_ms: 30300\n- text: Steppin' out the Benz with the shearlin' that Bane had\n  start_ms: 30300\n  end_ms: 32960\n- text: Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  start_ms: 32960\n  end_ms: 35570\n- text: Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  start_ms: 35570\n  end_ms: 38810\n- text: Gun on the waiter, while I wait for niggas (hahaha)\n  start_ms: 38810\n  end_ms: 40640\n- text: Plate full of plants\n  start_ms: 40640\n  end_ms: 41950\n- text: If you wanna die y'all know the devil\n  start_ms: 41950\n  end_ms: 43730\n- text: Go 'head and pick the date for the dance (go 'head)\n  start_ms: 43730\n  end_ms: 45960\n- text: I'm in the i8, blow an eighth on the iPhone\n  start_ms: 45960\n  end_ms: 48430\n- text: On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 48430\n  end_ms: 50930\n- text: Fifty-fifty split, take mine's on the back end\n  start_ms: 50930\n  end_ms: 53790\n- text: Business goin' good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  start_ms: 53790\n  end_ms: 56460\n- text: Reaganomics in effect (yeah), rooftops with cartels, honorin' the set (D-Block)\n  start_ms: 56460\n  end_ms: 61260\n- text: My outfit, put you out kid\n  start_ms: 61260\n  end_ms: 63220\n- text: Fuck about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  start_ms: 63220\n  end_ms: 65650\n- text: Yardie homie got a 'Tech, and he on that stout shit\n  start_ms: 65650\n  end_ms: 68170\n- text: Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit\n  start_ms: 68170\n  end_ms: 70510\n- text: You ain't really 'bout shit (you ain't really 'bout shit)\n  start_ms: 70510\n  end_ms: 73000\n- text: We let the dogs out\n  start_ms: 73000\n  end_ms: 74300\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 74300\n  end_ms: 75620\n- text: You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n  start_ms: 75620\n  end_ms: 77430\n- text: Bam, blam, you in the Lord's house\n  start_ms: 77430\n  end_ms: 79300\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 79300\n  end_ms: 80650\n- text: You ain't really 'bout shit (what)\n  start_ms: 80650\n  end_ms: 82230\n- text: Y-O, nigga, we goin' all out\n  start_ms: 82230\n  end_ms: 84320\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 84320\n  end_ms: 85730\n- text: You ain't really 'bout shit (what, what)\n  start_ms: 85730\n  end_ms: 87080\n- text: Find you a shelter, we gone fall out\n  start_ms: 87080\n  end_ms: 89800\n- text: Man, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 89800\n  end_ms: 91330\n- text: They call me the microwave, 'cause I hit 'em with hot shit\n  start_ms: 91330\n  end_ms: 94370\n- text: Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink (woo)\n  start_ms: 94370\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: We ain't playin' with you niggas\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 99580\n- text: In the trunk I got them things that I'm sprayin' at you, nigga\n  start_ms: 99580\n  end_ms: 102120\n- text: Think somethin' funny, y'all keep laughin'\n  start_ms: 102120\n  end_ms: 104620\n- text: Nigga already dead, I'ma keep stabbin'\n  start_ms: 104620\n  end_ms: 107180\n- text: Been a loose cannon, been puttin' work in\n  start_ms: 107180\n  end_ms: 109770\n- text: Name ringin' bells, from school street to Warburton\n  start_ms: 109770\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: Niggas talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 114710\n- text: My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (what)\n  start_ms: 114710\n  end_ms: 117310\n- text: Fuck you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? 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You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.16] LOX shit nigga\n[00:23.95] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:25.03] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.44] Yeah, ha\n[00:30.70] Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n[00:33.08] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.74] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.89] Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n[00:41.03] Plate full of plants\n[00:42.18] If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n[00:43.71] Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n[00:46.06] I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n[00:48.85] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:51.36] Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n[00:53.92] Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:57.15] Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n[00:58.73] Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n[01:01.22] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.24] F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.60] Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n[01:08.21] Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n[01:10.61] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:13.12] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.43] Man, come on\n[01:15.79] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:17.28] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.58] Man, come on\n[01:21.05] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:22.60] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[01:24.43] Man, come on\n[01:25.94] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:27.76] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[01:29.69] Man come on, come on\n[01:31.68] They call me the microwave\n[01:32.60] 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n[01:34.89] Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n[01:38.16] We ain't playing with you n-\n[01:39.54] In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n[01:42.39] Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n[01:45.09] N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n[01:47.53] Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n[01:49.90] Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n[01:52.26] N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:55.19] My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n[01:57.47] F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n[02:00.19] X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n[02:02.44] These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n[02:04.90] You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n[02:07.41] If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n[02:10.59] F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n[02:12.12] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:14.42] We let the dogs out\n[02:15.90] Man, come on\n[02:17.14] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:18.65] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n[02:21.00] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n[02:23.62] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[02:25.62] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n[02:28.75] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n[02:30.92] Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n[02:32.16] (Time to mop these out)\n[02:33.50] All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n[02:35.69] You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n[02:38.05] N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n[02:40.98] No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n[02:43.59] Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n[02:45.85] N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n[02:49.24] Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n[02:51.94] I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n[02:54.34] Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n[02:56.54] I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n[02:59.88] With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n[03:01.84] F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n[03:04.41] C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n[03:06.77] Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n[03:09.42] Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n[03:11.62] LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n[03:14.24] Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n[03:16.56] We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n[03:19.17] We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n[03:21.69] In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n[03:24.38] And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n[03:26.82] Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n[03:29.32] The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n[03:31.88] You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n[03:34.48] It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n[03:36.90] Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n[03:39.40] It was written already, meaning it was already God\n[03:41.96] And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n[03:44.63] Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n[03:47.66] My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n[03:50.22] My outlet, not about my outfit\n[03:52.35] How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n[03:54.25] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[03:56.58] We let the dogs out (LOX)\n[03:57.97] Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n[03:59.36] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[04:00.87] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[04:02.86] Man, come on\n[04:04.12] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[04:05.81] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[04:07.95] Man, come on\n[04:09.34] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[04:10.98] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[04:13.25] Man come on, come on\n[04:15.59] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: bout shit\n  artist: the lox dmx\n  album: bout shit\n  duration_ms: 264000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: LOX shit nigga\n  start_ms: 22160\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: Livin' off Xperience\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 25030\n- text: You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  start_ms: 25030\n  end_ms: 27440\n- text: Yeah, ha\n  start_ms: 27440\n  end_ms: 30700\n- text: Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  start_ms: 30700\n  end_ms: 33080\n- text: Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  start_ms: 33080\n  end_ms: 35740\n- text: Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  start_ms: 35740\n  end_ms: 38890\n- text: Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  start_ms: 38890\n  end_ms: 41030\n- text: Plate full of plants\n  start_ms: 41030\n  end_ms: 42180\n- text: If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  start_ms: 42180\n  end_ms: 43710\n- text: Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  start_ms: 43710\n  end_ms: 46060\n- text: I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  start_ms: 46060\n  end_ms: 48850\n- text: On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 48850\n  end_ms: 51360\n- text: Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  start_ms: 51360\n  end_ms: 53920\n- text: Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  start_ms: 53920\n  end_ms: 57150\n- text: Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  start_ms: 57150\n  end_ms: 58730\n- text: Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  start_ms: 58730\n  end_ms: 61220\n- text: My outfit, put you out kid\n  start_ms: 61220\n  end_ms: 63240\n- text: F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  start_ms: 63240\n  end_ms: 65600\n- text: Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  start_ms: 65600\n  end_ms: 68210\n- text: Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n  start_ms: 68210\n  end_ms: 70610\n- text: You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  start_ms: 70610\n  end_ms: 73120\n- text: We let the dogs out\n  start_ms: 73120\n  end_ms: 74430\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 74430\n  end_ms: 75790\n- text: You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  start_ms: 75790\n  end_ms: 77280\n- text: Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  start_ms: 77280\n  end_ms: 79580\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 79580\n  end_ms: 81050\n- text: You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  start_ms: 81050\n  end_ms: 82600\n- text: Y-O n-, we going all out\n  start_ms: 82600\n  end_ms: 84430\n- text: Man, come on\n  start_ms: 84430\n  end_ms: 85940\n- text: You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  start_ms: 85940\n  end_ms: 87760\n- text: Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  start_ms: 87760\n  end_ms: 89690\n- text: Man come on, come on\n  start_ms: 89690\n  end_ms: 91680\n- text: They call me the microwave\n  start_ms: 91680\n  end_ms: 92600\n- text: '''Cause I hit ''em with hot sh-, quick (damn)'\n  start_ms: 92600\n  end_ms: 94890\n- text: Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  start_ms: 94890\n  end_ms: 98160\n- text: We ain't playing with you n-\n  start_ms: 98160\n  end_ms: 99540\n- text: In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  start_ms: 99540\n  end_ms: 102390\n- text: Think something funny? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":36193221,"name":"Bout Shit feat. DMX","trackName":"Bout Shit feat. DMX","artistName":"The LOX, DMX","albumName":"Bout Shit","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.17] LOX shit nigga\n[00:23.92] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:25.02] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.44] Yeah, ha\n[00:30.76] Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n[00:33.07] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.79] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.88] Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n[00:41.02] Plate full of plants\n[00:42.12] If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n[00:43.78] Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n[00:46.08] I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n[00:48.80] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:51.30] Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n[00:53.96] Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:57.13] Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n[00:58.76] Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n[01:01.22] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.25] F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.65] Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n[01:08.29] Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n[01:10.67] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:13.16] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.47] Man, come on\n[01:15.76] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:17.22] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.52] Man, come on\n[01:21.05] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:22.64] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[01:24.48] Man, come on\n[01:25.95] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:27.79] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[01:29.62] Man come on, come on\n[01:31.68] They call me the microwave\n[01:32.63] 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n[01:34.88] Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n[01:38.15] We ain't playing with you n-\n[01:39.53] In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n[01:42.37] Think something funny? 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(Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n[02:00.12] X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n[02:02.49] These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n[02:04.93] You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n[02:07.45] If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n[02:10.54] F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n[02:12.19] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:14.43] We let the dogs out\n[02:15.92] Man, come on\n[02:17.15] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:18.60] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n[02:21.08] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n[02:23.67] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[02:25.62] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n[02:28.73] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n[02:30.92] Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n[02:32.11] (Time to mop these out)\n[02:33.59] All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n[02:35.61] You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n[02:38.03] N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n[02:40.97] No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n[02:43.55] Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n[02:45.82] N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n[02:49.22] Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n[02:51.98] I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n[02:54.39] Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n[02:56.50] I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n[02:59.83] With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n[03:01.86] F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n[03:04.46] C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n[03:06.79] Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n[03:09.42] Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n[03:11.68] LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n[03:14.28] Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n[03:16.56] We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n[03:19.13] We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n[03:21.63] In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n[03:24.34] And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n[03:26.87] Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n[03:29.35] The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n[03:31.89] You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n[03:34.48] It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n[03:36.93] Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n[03:39.46] It was written already, meaning it was already God\n[03:41.90] And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n[03:44.67] Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n[03:47.68] My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n[03:50.21] My outlet, not about my outfit\n[03:52.37] How you feel about sh-? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.12] LOX shit nigga\n[00:23.93] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:25.08] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.45] Yeah, ha\n[00:30.74] Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n[00:33.00] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.79] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.82] Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n[00:41.08] Plate full of plants\n[00:42.15] If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n[00:43.72] Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n[00:46.01] I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n[00:48.82] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:51.39] Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n[00:53.97] Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:57.15] Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n[00:58.74] Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n[01:01.21] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.25] F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.60] Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n[01:08.28] Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n[01:10.66] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:13.18] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.44] Man, come on\n[01:15.78] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:17.22] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.55] Man, come on\n[01:21.06] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:22.61] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[01:24.45] Man, come on\n[01:25.95] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:27.73] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[01:29.68] Man come on, come on\n[01:31.64] They call me the microwave\n[01:32.69] 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n[01:34.82] Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n[01:38.14] We ain't playing with you n-\n[01:39.58] In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n[01:42.35] Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n[01:45.03] N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n[01:47.53] Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n[01:49.98] Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n[01:52.25] N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:55.15] My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n[01:57.47] F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n[02:00.12] X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n[02:02.41] These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n[02:04.91] You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n[02:07.44] If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n[02:10.86] F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n[02:12.12] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:14.42] We let the dogs out\n[02:15.94] Man, come on\n[02:17.11] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:18.67] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n[02:21.02] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n[02:23.64] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[02:25.63] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n[02:28.79] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n[02:30.96] Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n[02:32.19] (Time to mop these out)\n[02:33.54] All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n[02:35.69] You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n[02:38.07] N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n[02:40.98] No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n[02:43.58] Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n[02:45.80] N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n[02:49.23] Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n[02:51.97] I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n[02:54.36] Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n[02:56.56] I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n[02:59.81] With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n[03:01.84] F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n[03:04.42] C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n[03:06.77] Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n[03:09.41] Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n[03:11.65] LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n[03:14.28] Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n[03:16.53] We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n[03:19.19] We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n[03:21.65] In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n[03:24.36] And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n[03:26.81] Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n[03:29.38] The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n[03:31.87] You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n[03:34.49] It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n[03:36.91] Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n[03:39.40] It was written already, meaning it was already God\n[03:41.92] And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n[03:44.69] Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n[03:47.66] My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n[03:50.22] My outlet, not about my outfit\n[03:52.33] How you feel about sh-? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":10975918,"name":"Bout shit","trackName":"Bout shit","artistName":"The LOX","albumName":"Power","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout shit\n  artist: The LOX\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":9395370,"name":"Bout Shit","trackName":"Bout Shit","artistName":"The Lox","albumName":"Living Off Xperience","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout Shit\n  artist: The Lox\n  album: Living Off Xperience\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":27111556,"name":"Bout Shit","trackName":"Bout Shit","artistName":"The LOX","albumName":"Living Off Xperience","duration":263.131429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout Shit\n  artist: The LOX\n  album: Living Off Xperience\n  duration_ms: 263131\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\n[01:45.03] N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n[01:47.53] Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n[01:49.98] Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n[01:52.25] N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:55.15] My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n[01:57.47] F-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.16] LOX shit nigga\n[00:23.95] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:25.03] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.44] Yeah, ha\n[00:30.70] Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n[00:33.08] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.74] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.89] Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n[00:41.03] Plate full of plants\n[00:42.18] If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n[00:43.71] Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n[00:46.06] I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n[00:48.85] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:51.36] Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n[00:53.92] Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:57.15] Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n[00:58.73] Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n[01:01.22] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.24] F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.60] Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n[01:08.21] Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n[01:10.61] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:13.12] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.43] Man, come on\n[01:15.79] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:17.28] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.58] Man, come on\n[01:21.05] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:22.60] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[01:24.43] Man, come on\n[01:25.94] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:27.76] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[01:29.69] Man come on, come on\n[01:31.68] They call me the microwave\n[01:32.60] 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n[01:34.89] Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n[01:38.16] We ain't playing with you n-\n[01:39.54] In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n[01:42.39] Think something funny? 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(Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n[02:00.19] X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n[02:02.44] These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n[02:04.90] You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n[02:07.41] If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n[02:10.59] F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n[02:12.12] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:14.42] We let the dogs out\n[02:15.90] Man, come on\n[02:17.14] You ain't really 'bout s-\n[02:18.65] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n[02:21.00] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n[02:23.62] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[02:25.62] Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n[02:28.75] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n[02:30.92] Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n[02:32.16] (Time to mop these out)\n[02:33.50] All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n[02:35.69] You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n[02:38.05] N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n[02:40.98] No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n[02:43.59] Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n[02:45.85] N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n[02:49.24] Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n[02:51.94] I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n[02:54.34] Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n[02:56.54] I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n[02:59.88] With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n[03:01.84] F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n[03:04.41] C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n[03:06.77] Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n[03:09.42] Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n[03:11.62] LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n[03:14.24] Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n[03:16.56] We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n[03:19.17] We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n[03:21.69] In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n[03:24.38] And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n[03:26.82] Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n[03:29.32] The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n[03:31.88] You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n[03:34.48] It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n[03:36.90] Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n[03:39.40] It was written already, meaning it was already God\n[03:41.96] And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n[03:44.63] Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n[03:47.66] My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n[03:50.22] My outlet, not about my outfit\n[03:52.35] How you feel about sh-? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":10975916,"name":"Bout shit","trackName":"Bout shit","artistName":"The LOX Ft. 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout shit\n  artist: The LOX Ft. DMX\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":9723394,"name":"Bout Shit","trackName":"Bout Shit","artistName":"The LOX feat. DMX","albumName":"Living Off Xperience","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout Shit\n  artist: The LOX feat. DMX\n  album: Living Off Xperience\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":7089591,"name":"Bout Shit (feat. DMX)","trackName":"Bout Shit (feat. DMX)","artistName":"The LOX","albumName":"Living Off Xperience","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"LOX shit nigga\nLivin' off Xperience\nYou feel it in the air, don't you?\nYeah, ha\n\nStepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\nBefore you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\nDonnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\nGun on the wait, while I wait for n-\nPlate full of plants\nIf you wanna die, y'all know the devil\nGo ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\nI'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\nOn a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\nFifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\nBusinеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\nReganomics in effect (yeah)\nRooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\nMy outfit, put you out kid\nF- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\nYardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\nLatin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on\n\nThey call me the microwave\n'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\nGot the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\nWe ain't playing with you n-\nIn the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\nThink something funny? Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.16] LOX shit nigga\n[00:23.95] Livin' off Xperience\n[00:25.03] You feel it in the air, don't you?\n[00:27.44] Yeah, ha\n[00:30.70] Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n[00:33.08] Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n[00:35.74] Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n[00:38.89] Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n[00:41.03] Plate full of plants\n[00:42.18] If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n[00:43.71] Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n[00:46.06] I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n[00:48.85] On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n[00:51.36] Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n[00:53.92] Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n[00:57.15] Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n[00:58.73] Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n[01:01.22] My outfit, put you out kid\n[01:03.24] F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n[01:05.60] Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n[01:08.21] Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n[01:10.61] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:13.12] We let the dogs out\n[01:14.43] Man, come on\n[01:15.79] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:17.28] Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n[01:19.58] Man, come on\n[01:21.05] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:22.60] Y-O n-, we going all out\n[01:24.43] Man, come on\n[01:25.94] You ain't really 'bout sh-\n[01:27.76] Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n[01:29.69] Man come on, come on\n[01:31.68] They call me the microwave\n[01:32.60] 'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n[01:34.89] Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n[01:38.16] We ain't playing with you n-\n[01:39.54] In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n[01:42.39] Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n[01:45.09] N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n[01:47.53] Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n[01:49.90] Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n[01:52.26] N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:55.19] My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n[01:57.47] F-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\n[01:44.72] N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n[01:47.37] Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n[01:49.16] Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n[01:52.77] N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n[01:55.03] My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n[01:57.06] F-you battle for? 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Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"},{"id":14347881,"name":"Bout Shit (feat. DMX)","trackName":"Bout Shit (feat. 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Y'all keep laughing\nN- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\nBeen a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\nName ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\nN- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\nMy rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\nF-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\nX been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\nThese new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\nYou all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\nIf you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\nF- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\nMan come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n(Time to mop these out)\n\nAll this fake love around here, I know how it feel\nYou could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\nN- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\nNo music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\nCan't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\nN- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\nKeep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\nI pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\nCut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\nI don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\nWith the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\nF- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\nC- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\nShot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\nTrap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\nLOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\nPretty much are who we are now (LOX)\nWe shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\nWe bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\nIn a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\nAnd we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\nHindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\nThe fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\nYou find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\nIt was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\nCouldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\nIt was written already, meaning it was already God\nAnd we came from the bottom so it was already hard\nNow I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\nMy contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\nMy outlet, not about my outfit\nHow you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\nYou ain't really 'bout s-\nWe let the dogs out (LOX)\nMan, come on (Scram Jones)\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nBam, bam, you in the Lord's house\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nY-O n-, we going all out\nMan, come on\nYou ain't really 'bout sh-\nFind you a shelter, we gon' fall out\nMan come on, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bout Shit (feat. DMX)\n  artist: The Lox\n  album: Living Off Xperience (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 261400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  LOX shit nigga\n  Livin' off Xperience\n  You feel it in the air, don't you?\n  Yeah, ha\n\n  Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that Bane had\n  Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan\n  Donnie's a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers\n  Gun on the wait, while I wait for n-\n  Plate full of plants\n  If you wanna die, y'all know the devil\n  Go ahead and pick the date for the dance (go ahead)\n  I'm in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone\n  On a money call, then take the advance (uh-uh)\n\n  Fifty-fifty split, takе mines on the back end\n  Businеss going good, take the profit, put it back in (put it back in)\n  Reganomics in effect (yeah)\n  Rooftops with cartels, honoring the set (E-block)\n  My outfit, put you out kid\n  F- about the plug, 'cause we the outlet (we the outlet)\n  Yardie homie got a TEC, and he on that stat sh- (damn)\n  Latin homie got the coke and he on that rap sh-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n\n  They call me the microwave\n  'Cause I hit 'em with hot sh-, quick (damn)\n  Got the streets like, damn this LOX sh- sick (ooh)\n  We ain't playing with you n-\n  In the trunk I got them things that I'm spraying at you - (what?)\n  Think something funny? Y'all keep laughing\n  N- already dead, I'ma keep stabbing (ugh)\n  Been a loose cannon, been putting work in (yeah)\n  Name ringing bells, from School Street to Warburton (woo)\n\n  N- talk about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)\n  My rap sheet is longer than n- catalogues (what?)\n  F-you battle for? (Ugh), you know you ain't winning (uh-uh)\n  X been the grim reaper since the beginning (okay)\n  These new rappers got me like, \"What the f- is you doing?\"\n  You all over the place with it, what the f- is you doing?\n  If you ain't spitting the truth, then the shut the f- up (please)\n  F- you, suck my d-, now what?\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house (woo, yeah)\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh- (scram, you a fool for this one)\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on, you ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out (ay yo, we ain't ready or what?)\n  Man come on, come on (ay yo, DX, let me talk to these n-?)\n  (Time to mop these out)\n\n  All this fake love around here, I know how it feel\n  You could just say, \"What's up?\", I could tell it ain't real\n  N- came home from somewhere, I could tell it ain't jail\n  No music, got a hunnid thousand large in the mail\n  Can't tell them all your plans, 'cause they want you to fail\n  N- hate when you be moving, they rather you still (haha)\n  Keep track of me (facts), watch the back of me (facts)\n  I pop up more than my son's acne (yeah)\n\n  Cut 'em into pieces, body in the freezers\n  I don't drink lean, so I don't be catchin' seizures (nah, haha)\n  With the cheese, I'm like Lil' Caesars (woo)\n  F- your debit card, and your lil' visas (oh)\n  C- game, d- game, n- been around that (oh)\n  Shot dead, left at your b- house, you get found at (oh)\n  Trap game, rap game, n- made hits (huh, hits)\n  LOX, D-Block, get off our d-, ah\n\n  Pretty much are who we are now (LOX)\n  We shed light on a city with a dark cloud (Y-O)\n  We bought Diddy through, even bought the R's out (yeah)\n  In a lot with the trucks and the cars out (hmm)\n  And we never said once, if it wasn't for us (uh-uh)\n  Hindsight I look back, it just wasn't enough (nah)\n  The fake love got exposed, just wasn't the lust (uh-uh)\n  You find out who's who, you seek others to trust (woo)\n\n  It was already bars (yeah), we was already stars (yeah)\n  Couldn't make us more related than we already are (nah)\n  It was written already, meaning it was already God\n  And we came from the bottom so it was already hard\n  Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different (yes)\n  My contract is much bigger, so the ink's different\n  My outlet, not about my outfit\n  How you feel about sh-? You ain't really 'bout sh-, n-\n\n  You ain't really 'bout s-\n  We let the dogs out (LOX)\n  Man, come on (Scram Jones)\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Bam, bam, you in the Lord's house\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Y-O n-, we going all out\n  Man, come on\n  You ain't really 'bout sh-\n  Find you a shelter, we gon' fall out\n  Man come on, come on\n"}]