[{"id":15419858,"name":"Who Want It","trackName":"Who Want It","artistName":"Trick Trick","albumName":"The Villain (explicit)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"yeah\nwe back baby\n(yea lets go)\ni told yall i was commin back\n(we done time)\ndetroit\nwhat???\nits trick trick\n(yeah)\nand motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n(what)\ngettin back yoa!\nget your moterfuckin hands up\n\nwe been the killas with everything\nfrom chest wets\nto death treaths\nthe best yet\nand niggas gettin their neck check\nbest check to protect\n\ndetroit is only known know\nfor the best threats\nso bet\nwe got decks\nand hecks\n\ncollect debt\nand rest the goon sqad\nwe reck your whole set\nwe rep the midwest\nyou reppin niggas get wrong\nspeak on your songy songs\nsendin them home\nstone sprone\nand broken bones\nbetter leave us the fuck alone\n\nkeep it runnin thru niggas\ncant even stomach what\nthe D got comin\nwaitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\nwe poppin off shots\nguaranteeing a spot at the top\n\nfirst place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\nno you not mother fucker\nso next time you see us\nbe sure that you make a hole\nand when they mention the D\nget down on all fours\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood\nget some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nOoh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\nMan im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\nAnd it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\nI ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\nNow lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\nJust let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\nBefore we get the fighting, and Throughout\nThis music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\nAnd expect no-one to get their shit spit\nIt's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\nAnd I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\nHomies is like you're startin to static\nAnd I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\nAnd gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\nTill' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\nIt never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\nI might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood, get some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\ni hear them screamin\ngod damn it\nthere goes the emineminem\nthere aint no hidden hymn\nthat think that we just cranked up\nbut he been w them\n\nits trick and them\ngoon sqad gangstas\nyou cant get to him\n\nwe down for the bang and the brawl\nbut now we killin him\nsee ever since we started\nyou might of had to pardon our hardest\nfrom the largest city\nthey sayin that we retarded\nand charges brought us over\n\nnude and stop\nsome of their artists got dropped\nyou think im playin\nthen bring it\ncome on lets see what you got\nwe make the club go bang (gun shot)\nyou got that light noise\nsee ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\nthat been through the realest and the pros\nstreet?? just like hoes\nwe put the thugs on\nand make him beat it out of them clothes\n\nwe dont give a fk about nothin you used to do\nyour record is equalient to high scool musical\nno blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\nblame me for everything i say\ncause i got him nigga\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood, get some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nno damn body (hell no)\nfuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Who Want It\n artist: Trick Trick\n album: The Villain (explicit)\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n yeah\n we back baby\n (yea lets go)\n i told yall i was commin back\n (we done time)\n detroit\n what???\n its trick trick\n (yeah)\n and motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n (what)\n gettin back yoa!\n get your moterfuckin hands up\n\n we been the killas with everything\n from chest wets\n to death treaths\n the best yet\n and niggas gettin their neck check\n best check to protect\n\n detroit is only known know\n for the best threats\n so bet\n we got decks\n and hecks\n\n collect debt\n and rest the goon sqad\n we reck your whole set\n we rep the midwest\n you reppin niggas get wrong\n speak on your songy songs\n sendin them home\n stone sprone\n and broken bones\n better leave us the fuck alone\n\n keep it runnin thru niggas\n cant even stomach what\n the D got comin\n waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\n we poppin off shots\n guaranteeing a spot at the top\n\n first place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\n no you not mother fucker\n so next time you see us\n be sure that you make a hole\n and when they mention the D\n get down on all fours\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood\n get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\n Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\n And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\n I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\n Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\n Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\n Before we get the fighting, and Throughout\n This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\n And expect no-one to get their shit spit\n It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\n And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\n Homies is like you're startin to static\n And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\n And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\n Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\n It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\n I might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n i hear them screamin\n god damn it\n there goes the emineminem\n there aint no hidden hymn\n that think that we just cranked up\n but he been w them\n\n its trick and them\n goon sqad gangstas\n you cant get to him\n\n we down for the bang and the brawl\n but now we killin him\n see ever since we started\n you might of had to pardon our hardest\n from the largest city\n they sayin that we retarded\n and charges brought us over\n\n nude and stop\n some of their artists got dropped\n you think im playin\n then bring it\n come on lets see what you got\n we make the club go bang (gun shot)\n you got that light noise\n see ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\n that been through the realest and the pros\n street?? just like hoes\n we put the thugs on\n and make him beat it out of them clothes\n\n we dont give a fk about nothin you used to do\n your record is equalient to high scool musical\n no blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\n blame me for everything i say\n cause i got him nigga\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n no damn body (hell no)\n fuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of\n"},{"id":11232297,"name":"Who Want It","trackName":"Who Want It","artistName":"Trick‐Trick","albumName":"The Villain","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"yeah\nwe back baby\n(yea lets go)\ni told yall i was commin back\n(we done time)\ndetroit\nwhat???\nits trick trick\n(yeah)\nand motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n(what)\ngettin back yoa!\nget your moterfuckin hands up\n\nwe been the killas with everything\nfrom chest wets\nto death treaths\nthe best yet\nand niggas gettin their neck check\nbest check to protect\n\ndetroit is only known know\nfor the best threats\nso bet\nwe got decks\nand hecks\n\ncollect debt\nand rest the goon sqad\nwe reck your whole set\nwe rep the midwest\nyou reppin niggas get wrong\nspeak on your songy songs\nsendin them home\nstone sprone\nand broken bones\nbetter leave us the fuck alone\n\nkeep it runnin thru niggas\ncant even stomach what\nthe D got comin\nwaitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\nwe poppin off shots\nguaranteeing a spot at the top\n\nfirst place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\nno you not mother fucker\nso next time you see us\nbe sure that you make a hole\nand when they mention the D\nget down on all fours\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood\nget some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nOoh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\nMan im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\nAnd it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\nI ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\nNow lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\nJust let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\nBefore we get the fighting, and Throughout\nThis music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\nAnd expect no-one to get their shit spit\nIt's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\nAnd I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\nHomies is like you're startin to static\nAnd I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\nAnd gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\nTill' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\nIt never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\nI might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood, get some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\ni hear them screamin\ngod damn it\nthere goes the emineminem\nthere aint no hidden hymn\nthat think that we just cranked up\nbut he been w them\n\nits trick and them\ngoon sqad gangstas\nyou cant get to him\n\nwe down for the bang and the brawl\nbut now we killin him\nsee ever since we started\nyou might of had to pardon our hardest\nfrom the largest city\nthey sayin that we retarded\nand charges brought us over\n\nnude and stop\nsome of their artists got dropped\nyou think im playin\nthen bring it\ncome on lets see what you got\nwe make the club go bang (gun shot)\nyou got that light noise\nsee ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\nthat been through the realest and the pros\nstreet?? just like hoes\nwe put the thugs on\nand make him beat it out of them clothes\n\nwe dont give a fk about nothin you used to do\nyour record is equalient to high scool musical\nno blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\nblame me for everything i say\ncause i got him nigga\n\ngot big killas with big guns (who want it)\ncome to my hood, get some (who want it)\nwanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\ntouched up (who want it)\nfucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nno damn body (hell no)\nfuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Who Want It\n artist: Trick‐Trick\n album: The Villain\n duration_ms: 252000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n yeah\n we back baby\n (yea lets go)\n i told yall i was commin back\n (we done time)\n detroit\n what???\n its trick trick\n (yeah)\n and motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n (what)\n gettin back yoa!\n get your moterfuckin hands up\n\n we been the killas with everything\n from chest wets\n to death treaths\n the best yet\n and niggas gettin their neck check\n best check to protect\n\n detroit is only known know\n for the best threats\n so bet\n we got decks\n and hecks\n\n collect debt\n and rest the goon sqad\n we reck your whole set\n we rep the midwest\n you reppin niggas get wrong\n speak on your songy songs\n sendin them home\n stone sprone\n and broken bones\n better leave us the fuck alone\n\n keep it runnin thru niggas\n cant even stomach what\n the D got comin\n waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\n we poppin off shots\n guaranteeing a spot at the top\n\n first place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\n no you not mother fucker\n so next time you see us\n be sure that you make a hole\n and when they mention the D\n get down on all fours\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood\n get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\n Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\n And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\n I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\n Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\n Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\n Before we get the fighting, and Throughout\n This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\n And expect no-one to get their shit spit\n It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\n And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\n Homies is like you're startin to static\n And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\n And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\n Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\n It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\n I might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n i hear them screamin\n god damn it\n there goes the emineminem\n there aint no hidden hymn\n that think that we just cranked up\n but he been w them\n\n its trick and them\n goon sqad gangstas\n you cant get to him\n\n we down for the bang and the brawl\n but now we killin him\n see ever since we started\n you might of had to pardon our hardest\n from the largest city\n they sayin that we retarded\n and charges brought us over\n\n nude and stop\n some of their artists got dropped\n you think im playin\n then bring it\n come on lets see what you got\n we make the club go bang (gun shot)\n you got that light noise\n see ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\n that been through the realest and the pros\n street?? just like hoes\n we put the thugs on\n and make him beat it out of them clothes\n\n we dont give a fk about nothin you used to do\n your record is equalient to high scool musical\n no blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\n blame me for everything i say\n cause i got him nigga\n\n got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n touched up (who want it)\n fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n no damn body (hell no)\n fuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of\n"},{"id":10064827,"name":"Who Want It","trackName":"Who Want It","artistName":"Trick Trick","albumName":"The Villain","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, we back, baby\n(Let's go)\nI told y'all we was comin' back\n(We done told 'em)\nDetroit (Detroit)\nWhat (what), bitch\nIt's Trick Trick\nWhat\nAnd motherfuckin' Slim Shady\nWhat\nI got your back, dog\nLet's go\nGet your motherfuckin' hands up\nWe've been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats\nThe best yet and niggas gettin' they neck checked\nBest check to protect, Detroit ain't only known\nFor the best threats, so bet, we got decks\nAnd hex, collect debt and rest the goon squad\nWe wreck your whole set, we rep the mid-west\nYou rappin' niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs\nWe sendin' them home, stones thrown and broken bones\nBetter leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin' through niggas\nCan't even stomach what the D got comin'\nAnd we ain't into that frontin', and poppin' off at the chops, boy\nWe poppin' off shots and guaranteein' a spot at the top\nFirst place for niggas gettin' got\nYou think you fuckin' with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker\nSo next time you see us, be sure that you make a hole\nAnd when they mention the D, get down on all fours\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nOoh, wow, look at the bitches up in this club\nMan I'm gettin' me some digits 'fore I leave up out this mug\nAnd it's like boom pow, wham, bam, thank you ma'am\nI ain't kissin' you on the lips, but I'll be glad to shake your hand\nNow let's get blew out, let's start some shit tonight\nJust let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight 'fore we get to fightin'\nAnd threw out, this music makes me rowdy\nHow they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one to get their shit split?\nIt's just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq\nAnd I am not in control of my body, I go robotic\nAnd blow a fuse out, homies is like, \"You're startin' to stagger\"\nAnd I'm like, \"Nah, that's just my swagger\" and I'm dancin' with this fat girl\nAnd gettin' loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partyin'\n'Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan\nAnd knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know I'm goin' to jail\nI might as well take the laces out my shoes now\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nI hear them screamin', \"Goddammit, there go that Eminem and 'em\"\nIt ain't no hittin' him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them\nIt's Trick and them goon squad gangsters, you can't get to him\nWe down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin' 'em\nSee, ever since we started you might've had to pardon\nOur heart is from the largest city, they sayin' that we retarded\nIn charge, we brought us on, so stop, some of their artists got dropped\nYou think I'm playin'? Then bring it, come on, let's see what you got\nWe make the club go bang, you got that light noise\nSee, ain't nobody fuckin' with this nigga and this white boy\nDone been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes\nWe put the thugs on and make 'em beat up out of they clothes\nWe don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do\nYour record is equivalent to High School Musical\nNo blamin' Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre\nBlame me for everything I say, 'cause I got him nigga\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nGot big killers with big guns (who want it?)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it?)\nWanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\nTouched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\nNo-damn-body (hell no)\nFuckin' around, cut one of you niggas' heads off","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.08] Yeah, we back, baby\n[00:07.75] (Let's go)\n[00:09.23] I told y'all we was comin' back\n[00:11.00] (We done told 'em)\n[00:12.05] Detroit (Detroit)\n[00:13.50] What (what), bitch\n[00:15.95] It's Trick Trick\n[00:16.98] What\n[00:17.88] And motherfuckin' Slim Shady\n[00:20.18] What\n[00:21.50] I got your back, dog\n[00:22.75] Let's go\n[00:24.24] Get your motherfuckin' hands up\n[00:27.31] We've been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats\n[00:31.07] The best yet and niggas gettin' they neck checked\n[00:33.98] Best check to protect, Detroit ain't only known\n[00:36.98] For the best threats, so bet, we got decks\n[00:39.56] And hex, collect debt and rest the goon squad\n[00:42.49] We wreck your whole set, we rep the mid-west\n[00:45.56] You rappin' niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs\n[00:48.55] We sendin' them home, stones thrown and broken bones\n[00:51.68] Better leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin' through niggas\n[00:54.40] Can't even stomach what the D got comin'\n[00:56.60] And we ain't into that frontin', and poppin' off at the chops, boy\n[01:00.04] We poppin' off shots and guaranteein' a spot at the top\n[01:03.47] First place for niggas gettin' got\n[01:05.76] You think you fuckin' with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker\n[01:09.44] So next time you see us, be sure that you make a hole\n[01:12.34] And when they mention the D, get down on all fours\n[01:15.94] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[01:18.92] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[01:21.61] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[01:24.63] Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\n[01:27.47] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[01:30.59] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[01:33.60] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[01:36.59] Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\n[01:39.48] Ooh, wow, look at the bitches up in this club\n[01:42.47] Man I'm gettin' me some digits 'fore I leave up out this mug\n[01:45.41] And it's like boom pow, wham, bam, thank you ma'am\n[01:48.32] I ain't kissin' you on the lips, but I'll be glad to shake your hand\n[01:51.26] Now let's get blew out, let's start some shit tonight\n[01:54.20] Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight 'fore we get to fightin'\n[01:57.61] And threw out, this music makes me rowdy\n[02:00.17] How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one to get their shit split?\n[02:03.64] It's just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq\n[02:06.26] And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic\n[02:09.22] And blow a fuse out, homies is like, \"You're startin' to stagger\"\n[02:12.51] And I'm like, \"Nah, that's just my swagger\" and I'm dancin' with this fat girl\n[02:15.41] And gettin' loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partyin'\n[02:18.58] 'Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan\n[02:21.41] And knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know I'm goin' to jail\n[02:25.12] I might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n[02:27.09] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[02:30.16] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[02:33.16] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[02:36.20] Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\n[02:39.01] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[02:42.22] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[02:45.20] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[02:48.23] Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\n[02:51.18] I hear them screamin', \"Goddammit, there go that Eminem and 'em\"\n[02:53.91] It ain't no hittin' him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them\n[02:57.24] It's Trick and them goon squad gangsters, you can't get to him\n[03:00.23] We down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin' 'em\n[03:03.52] See, ever since we started you might've had to pardon\n[03:06.06] Our heart is from the largest city, they sayin' that we retarded\n[03:09.04] In charge, we brought us on, so stop, some of their artists got dropped\n[03:12.65] You think I'm playin'? Then bring it, come on, let's see what you got\n[03:15.54] We make the club go bang, you got that light noise\n[03:18.55] See, ain't nobody fuckin' with this nigga and this white boy\n[03:21.37] Done been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes\n[03:24.70] We put the thugs on and make 'em beat up out of they clothes\n[03:27.66] We don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do\n[03:30.54] Your record is equivalent to High School Musical\n[03:33.22] No blamin' Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre\n[03:36.05] Blame me for everything I say, 'cause I got him nigga\n[03:39.50] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[03:42.11] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[03:45.13] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[03:48.15] Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)\n[03:51.10] Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)\n[03:54.21] Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)\n[03:57.07] Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)\n[04:00.10] Touched up (who want it?) 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motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n (What)\n Gettin back yoa!\n Get your moterfuckin hands up\n\n We been the killas with everything\n From chest wets\n To death treaths\n The best yet\n And niggas gettin their neck check\n Best check to protect\n\n Detroit is only known know\n For the best threats\n So bet\n We got decks\n And hecks\n\n Collect debt\n And rest the goon sqad\n We reck your whole set\n We rep the midwest\n You reppin niggas get wrong\n Speak on your songy songs\n Sendin them home\n Stone sprone\n And broken bones\n Better leave us the fuck alone\n\n Keep it runnin thru niggas\n Cant even stomach what\n The D got comin\n Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\n We poppin off shots\n Guaranteeing a spot at the top\n\n First place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\n No you not mother fucker\n So next time you see us\n Be sure that you make a hole\n And when they mention the D\n Get down on all fours\n\n Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n Come to my hood\n Get some (who want it)\n Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n Touched up (who want it)\n Fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\n Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\n And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\n I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\n\n Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\n Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\n Before we get the fighting, and Throughout\n This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\n And expect no-one to get their shit spit\n It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\n And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\n Homies is like you're startin to static\n And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\n And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\n Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\n It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\n I might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\n Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n Come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n Touched up (who want it)\n Fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n I hear them screamin\n God damn it\n There goes the emineminem\n There aint no hidden hymn\n That think that we just cranked up\n But he been w them\n\n Its trick and them\n Goon sqad gangstas\n You cant get to him\n\n We down for the bang and the brawl\n But now we killin him\n See ever since we started\n You might of had to pardon our hardest\n From the largest city\n They sayin that we retarded\n And charges brought us over\n\n Nude and stop\n Some of their artists got dropped\n You think im playin\n Then bring it\n Come on lets see what you got\n We make the club go bang (gun shot)\n You got that light noise\n See ain't nobody 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Eminem","albumName":"Black Music Collection # 41 by Fluppi","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nWe back baby\n(Yea lets go)\nI told yall i was commin back\n(We done time)\nDetroit\nWhat\n?\nIts trick trick\n(Yeah)\nAnd motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n(What)\nGettin back yoa!\nGet your moterfuckin hands up\n\nWe been the killas with everything\nFrom chest wets\nTo death treaths\nThe best yet\nAnd niggas gettin their neck check\nBest check to protect\n\nDetroit is only known know\nFor the best threats\nSo bet\nWe got decks\nAnd hecks\n\nCollect debt\nAnd rest the goon sqad\nWe reck your whole set\nWe rep the midwest\nYou reppin niggas get wrong\nSpeak on your songy songs\nSendin them home\nStone sprone\nAnd broken bones\nBetter leave us the fuck alone\n\nKeep it runnin thru niggas\nCant even stomach what\nThe D got comin\nWaitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\nWe poppin off shots\nGuaranteeing a spot at the top\n\nFirst place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\nNo you not mother fucker\nSo next time you see us\nBe sure that you make a hole\nAnd when they mention the D\nGet down on all fours\n\nGot big killas with big guns (who want it)\nCome to my hood\nGet some (who want it)\nWanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\nTouched up (who want it)\nFucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nOoh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\nMan im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\nAnd it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\nI ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\n\nNow lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\nJust let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\nBefore we get the fighting, and Throughout\nThis music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\nAnd expect no-one to get their shit spit\nIt's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\nAnd I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\nHomies is like you're startin to static\nAnd I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\nAnd gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\nTill' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\nIt never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\nI might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\nGot big killas with big guns (who want it)\nCome to my hood, get some (who want it)\nWanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\nTouched up (who want it)\nFucked up (who want it)\nX2\n\nI hear them screamin\nGod damn it\nThere goes the emineminem\nThere aint no hidden hymn\nThat think that we just cranked up\nBut he been w them\n\nIts trick and them\nGoon sqad gangstas\nYou cant get to him\n\nWe down for the bang and the brawl\nBut now we killin him\nSee ever since we started\nYou might of had to pardon our hardest\nFrom the largest city\nThey sayin that we retarded\nAnd charges brought us over\n\nNude and stop\nSome of their artists got dropped\nYou think im playin\nThen bring it\nCome on lets see what you got\nWe make the club go bang (gun shot)\nYou got that light noise\nSee ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\nThat been through the realest and the pros\nStreet? 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text: There aint no hidden hymn\n start_ms: 177540\n end_ms: 178540\n- text: That think that we just cranked up\n start_ms: 178540\n end_ms: 179990\n- text: But he been w them\n start_ms: 179990\n end_ms: 180890\n- text: Its trick and them\n start_ms: 180890\n end_ms: 181850\n- text: Goon sqad gangstas\n start_ms: 181850\n end_ms: 182540\n- text: You cant get to him\n start_ms: 182540\n end_ms: 183910\n- text: We down for the bang and the brawl\n start_ms: 183910\n end_ms: 185630\n- text: But now we killin him\n start_ms: 185630\n end_ms: 186860\n- text: See ever since we started\n start_ms: 186860\n end_ms: 188150\n- text: You might of had to pardon our hardest\n start_ms: 188150\n end_ms: 189950\n- text: From the largest city\n start_ms: 189950\n end_ms: 191000\n- text: They sayin that we retarded\n start_ms: 191000\n end_ms: 192560\n- text: And charges brought us over\n start_ms: 192560\n end_ms: 194000\n- text: Nude and stop\n start_ms: 194000\n end_ms: 194890\n- text: Some of their artists got dropped\n start_ms: 194890\n end_ms: 196560\n- text: You think im playin\n start_ms: 196560\n end_ms: 197280\n- text: Then bring it\n start_ms: 197280\n end_ms: 198070\n- text: Come on lets see what you got\n start_ms: 198070\n end_ms: 199020\n- text: We make the club go bang (gun shot)\n start_ms: 199020\n end_ms: 200720\n- text: You got that light noise\n start_ms: 200720\n end_ms: 202070\n- text: See ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\n start_ms: 202070\n end_ms: 204760\n- text: That been through the realest and the pros\n start_ms: 204760\n end_ms: 207240\n- text: Street? just like hoes\n start_ms: 207240\n end_ms: 207860\n- text: We put the thugs on\n start_ms: 207860\n end_ms: 209410\n- text: And make him beat it out of them clothes\n start_ms: 209410\n end_ms: 211160\n- text: We dont give a f**k about nothin you used to do\n start_ms: 211160\n end_ms: 213680\n- text: Your record is equalient to high scool musical\n start_ms: 213680\n end_ms: 216760\n- text: No blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\n start_ms: 216760\n end_ms: 218950\n- text: Blame me for everything i say\n start_ms: 218950\n end_ms: 221830\n- text: Cause i got him nigga\n start_ms: 221830\n end_ms: 223140\n- text: Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n start_ms: 223140\n end_ms: 225600\n- text: Come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n start_ms: 225600\n end_ms: 228580\n- text: Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n start_ms: 228580\n end_ms: 231640\n- text: Touched up (who want it)\n start_ms: 231640\n end_ms: 233090\n- text: Fucked up (who want it)\n start_ms: 233090\n end_ms: 234830\n- text: X2\n start_ms: 234830\n end_ms: 246780\n- text: No damn body (hell no)\n start_ms: 246780\n end_ms: 251510\n- text: Fuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of\n start_ms: 251510\n end_ms: 252860\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 252860\nplain: |-\n Yeah\n We back baby\n (Yea lets go)\n I told yall i was commin back\n (We done time)\n Detroit\n What\n ?\n Its trick trick\n (Yeah)\n And motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)\n (What)\n Gettin back yoa!\n Get your moterfuckin hands up\n\n We been the killas with everything\n From chest wets\n To death treaths\n The best yet\n And niggas gettin their neck check\n Best check to protect\n\n Detroit is only known know\n For the best threats\n So bet\n We got decks\n And hecks\n\n Collect debt\n And rest the goon sqad\n We reck your whole set\n We rep the midwest\n You reppin niggas get wrong\n Speak on your songy songs\n Sendin them home\n Stone sprone\n And broken bones\n Better leave us the fuck alone\n\n Keep it runnin thru niggas\n Cant even stomach what\n The D got comin\n Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy\n We poppin off shots\n Guaranteeing a spot at the top\n\n First place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem\n No you not mother fucker\n So next time you see us\n Be sure that you make a hole\n And when they mention the D\n Get down on all fours\n\n Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n Come to my hood\n Get some (who want it)\n Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n Touched up (who want it)\n Fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club\n Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug\n And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am\n I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand\n\n Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight\n Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight\n Before we get the fighting, and Throughout\n This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick\n And expect no-one to get their shit spit\n It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic\n And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out\n Homies is like you're startin to static\n And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with micheal jackson\n And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying\n Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out\n It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail\n I might as well take the laces out my shoes now\n\n Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n Come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n Touched up (who want it)\n Fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n I hear them screamin\n God damn it\n There goes the emineminem\n There aint no hidden hymn\n That think that we just cranked up\n But he been w them\n\n Its trick and them\n Goon sqad gangstas\n You cant get to him\n\n We down for the bang and the brawl\n But now we killin him\n See ever since we started\n You might of had to pardon our hardest\n From the largest city\n They sayin that we retarded\n And charges brought us over\n\n Nude and stop\n Some of their artists got dropped\n You think im playin\n Then bring it\n Come on lets see what you got\n We make the club go bang (gun shot)\n You got that light noise\n See ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy\n That been through the realest and the pros\n Street? just like hoes\n We put the thugs on\n And make him beat it out of them clothes\n\n We dont give a f**k about nothin you used to do\n Your record is equalient to high scool musical\n No blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre\n Blame me for everything i say\n Cause i got him nigga\n\n Got big killas with big guns (who want it)\n Come to my hood, get some (who want it)\n Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)\n Touched up (who want it)\n Fucked up (who want it)\n X2\n\n No damn body (hell no)\n Fuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of\n"}]