[{"id":7084005,"name":"Russian Roulette","trackName":"Russian Roulette","artistName":"Uncle Murda","albumName":"Don't Come Outside, Vol. 3","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Most of da niggas I got beef wit, I used to be cool wit\nWord to my kids, I shot niggas I went to school wit (dam!)\nSold crack to people that I used to look up to\nRobbed niggas I just finished saying \"what up?\" to\nWe had food stamps, no silver spoon\nHard Knock life\nSelling product in my environment, I got hard white (i got it!)\nScreaming \"Free My Niggas!\" Dat I know never coming home\nI strapped, risking my freedom nigga\nCan't leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)\nNever got it on safety, too many niggas hate me\nGot interrogated for hours, police couldn't break me (they couldn't!)\nCommissary for all my niggas dats in da can\nIt's da cemetery for all dem niggas dat took da stand (bang!)\nI be schooling nigga's but dey be playing hookie\nLil nigga! Ya Big Homie-Big Homie is Pussy! (he soft!)\nNiggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers\nNiggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers\nNow you making statement bout nigga's ya mans shot\nYou ratting on niggas dat you was wit in the sand-box (goddamn!)\nCrime don't pay when you do it wit suckas\nI do shit by myself or wit niggas dat's like my brova's\nLoyalty is rare when you dealing wit street niggas\nI fuck wit who I fuck wit, I un'be tryna meet niggas (nah!)\nNo dapping niggas, it's ah head-nod when I greet niggas\nI'm 'Social Distancing', play me six-feet niggas! (woo!)\nFeds got \"all eyez on me\" like Biggie Opp\nIf ah body drop in my hood dey think I got da nigga shot\nIt wasn't me, but my nigga did get the nigga hit\nPolice tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip\nThe first head-shot killed him, his eyes rolled in his head\nThe other three was just to make sure that the nigga dead\nReal talk, who talking like dis?\nDon't talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss\nI been shot at wit better guns, fuck you was shooting nigga!?\nYa shit was going 'pow-pow',\nIt wasn't 'BOOMING' nigga! (it wasn't booming!)\nDey un'make niggas like me no more, my nigga\nI'm 50-Get Rich or Die Tryin', 'Reasonable Doubt' Jigga\n\nDats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\nNiggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\nDats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\nThese niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Russian Roulette\n  artist: Uncle Murda\n  album: Don't Come Outside, Vol. 3\n  duration_ms: 126000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Most of da niggas I got beef wit, I used to be cool wit\n  Word to my kids, I shot niggas I went to school wit (dam!)\n  Sold crack to people that I used to look up to\n  Robbed niggas I just finished saying \"what up?\" to\n  We had food stamps, no silver spoon\n  Hard Knock life\n  Selling product in my environment, I got hard white (i got it!)\n  Screaming \"Free My Niggas!\" Dat I know never coming home\n  I strapped, risking my freedom nigga\n  Can't leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)\n  Never got it on safety, too many niggas hate me\n  Got interrogated for hours, police couldn't break me (they couldn't!)\n  Commissary for all my niggas dats in da can\n  It's da cemetery for all dem niggas dat took da stand (bang!)\n  I be schooling nigga's but dey be playing hookie\n  Lil nigga! Ya Big Homie-Big Homie is Pussy! (he soft!)\n  Niggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers\n  Niggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers\n  Now you making statement bout nigga's ya mans shot\n  You ratting on niggas dat you was wit in the sand-box (goddamn!)\n  Crime don't pay when you do it wit suckas\n  I do shit by myself or wit niggas dat's like my brova's\n  Loyalty is rare when you dealing wit street niggas\n  I fuck wit who I fuck wit, I un'be tryna meet niggas (nah!)\n  No dapping niggas, it's ah head-nod when I greet niggas\n  I'm 'Social Distancing', play me six-feet niggas! (woo!)\n  Feds got \"all eyez on me\" like Biggie Opp\n  If ah body drop in my hood dey think I got da nigga shot\n  It wasn't me, but my nigga did get the nigga hit\n  Police tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip\n  The first head-shot killed him, his eyes rolled in his head\n  The other three was just to make sure that the nigga dead\n  Real talk, who talking like dis?\n  Don't talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss\n  I been shot at wit better guns, fuck you was shooting nigga!?\n  Ya shit was going 'pow-pow',\n  It wasn't 'BOOMING' nigga! (it wasn't booming!)\n  Dey un'make niggas like me no more, my nigga\n  I'm 50-Get Rich or Die Tryin', 'Reasonable Doubt' Jigga\n\n  Dats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\n  Niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\n  Dats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\n  These niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\n"},{"id":37293645,"name":"Russian Roulette","trackName":"Russian Roulette","artistName":"Uncle Murda","albumName":"Don\\'t Come Outside 3","duration":126.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Most of da niggas I got beef wit, I used to be cool wit\nWord to my kids, I shot niggas I went to school wit (dam!)\nSold crack to people that I used to look up to\nRobbed niggas I just finished saying \"what up?\" to\nWe had food stamps, no silver spoon\nHard Knock life\nSelling product in my environment, I got hard white (i got it!)\nScreaming \"Free My Niggas!\" Dat I know never coming home\nI strapped, risking my freedom nigga\nCan't leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)\nNever got it on safety, too many niggas hate me\nGot interrogated for hours, police couldn't break me (they couldn't!)\nCommissary for all my niggas dats in da can\nIt's da cemetery for all dem niggas dat took da stand (bang!)\nI be schooling nigga's but dey be playing hookie\nLil nigga! Ya Big Homie-Big Homie is Pussy! (he soft!)\nNiggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers\nNiggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers\nNow you making statement bout nigga's ya mans shot\nYou ratting on niggas dat you was wit in the sand-box (goddamn!)\nCrime don't pay when you do it wit suckas\nI do shit by myself or wit niggas dat's like my brova's\nLoyalty is rare when you dealing wit street niggas\nI fuck wit who I fuck wit, I un'be tryna meet niggas (nah!)\nNo dapping niggas, it's ah head-nod when I greet niggas\nI'm 'Social Distancing', play me six-feet niggas! (woo!)\nFeds got \"all eyez on me\" like Biggie Opp\nIf ah body drop in my hood dey think I got da nigga shot\nIt wasn't me, but my nigga did get the nigga hit\nPolice tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip\nThe first head-shot killed him, his eyes rolled in his head\nThe other three was just to make sure that the nigga dead\nReal talk, who talking like dis?\nDon't talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss\nI been shot at wit better guns, fuck you was shooting nigga!?\nYa shit was going 'pow-pow',\nIt wasn't 'BOOMING' nigga! (it wasn't booming!)\nDey un'make niggas like me no more, my nigga\nI'm 50-Get Rich or Die Tryin', 'Reasonable Doubt' Jigga\n\nDats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\nNiggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\nDats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\nThese niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Russian Roulette\n  artist: Uncle Murda\n  album: Don\\'t Come Outside 3\n  duration_ms: 125623\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Most of da niggas I got beef wit, I used to be cool wit\n  Word to my kids, I shot niggas I went to school wit (dam!)\n  Sold crack to people that I used to look up to\n  Robbed niggas I just finished saying \"what up?\" to\n  We had food stamps, no silver spoon\n  Hard Knock life\n  Selling product in my environment, I got hard white (i got it!)\n  Screaming \"Free My Niggas!\" Dat I know never coming home\n  I strapped, risking my freedom nigga\n  Can't leave dat gun at home (waz gud!?)\n  Never got it on safety, too many niggas hate me\n  Got interrogated for hours, police couldn't break me (they couldn't!)\n  Commissary for all my niggas dats in da can\n  It's da cemetery for all dem niggas dat took da stand (bang!)\n  I be schooling nigga's but dey be playing hookie\n  Lil nigga! Ya Big Homie-Big Homie is Pussy! (he soft!)\n  Niggas fold under pressure when dey hear dem numbers\n  Niggas start thinking bout missing all of dem summers\n  Now you making statement bout nigga's ya mans shot\n  You ratting on niggas dat you was wit in the sand-box (goddamn!)\n  Crime don't pay when you do it wit suckas\n  I do shit by myself or wit niggas dat's like my brova's\n  Loyalty is rare when you dealing wit street niggas\n  I fuck wit who I fuck wit, I un'be tryna meet niggas (nah!)\n  No dapping niggas, it's ah head-nod when I greet niggas\n  I'm 'Social Distancing', play me six-feet niggas! (woo!)\n  Feds got \"all eyez on me\" like Biggie Opp\n  If ah body drop in my hood dey think I got da nigga shot\n  It wasn't me, but my nigga did get the nigga hit\n  Police tryna figure out weekly, how many bricks we flip\n  The first head-shot killed him, his eyes rolled in his head\n  The other three was just to make sure that the nigga dead\n  Real talk, who talking like dis?\n  Don't talk about how ya almost shot me if all ya did was miss\n  I been shot at wit better guns, fuck you was shooting nigga!?\n  Ya shit was going 'pow-pow',\n  It wasn't 'BOOMING' nigga! (it wasn't booming!)\n  Dey un'make niggas like me no more, my nigga\n  I'm 50-Get Rich or Die Tryin', 'Reasonable Doubt' Jigga\n\n  Dats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\n  Niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\n  Dats how you catch ah body, oh I just caught ah body!\n  These niggas know my body, these nigga's no-body!\n"}]