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(How?)\nWhat a mystery (Huh?)\nWe call that one a conspiracy\n\nMore time pissed if I'm takin' search (Pissed)\nCaught on a works while ridin'\nNo, can't snitch so I'm takin' birds (Ay, free 'em)\nGot beef in the streets, we gon' shoot each block\nThey just all gotta wait their turn (Bow, bow)\nI'll do the damn thing in these latex gloves\nAnd you still might feel that burn (You know)\n\nThey take pictures, we take shots (Bow)\nNo verbal, it sprays out of dots (Bow, bow)\nIt's full, watch him stop (Umm-hmm)\nThat's him done, out of luck (Ay)\nGet 'round there, I can't go later (No)\nWatch me rise like a Super Saiyan (Charged up)\nCharged up on the mains and spray it off (Umm-hmm)\nSwing this one like the guy from the Matrix (Ay)\n\nBro take that spinner, I'll take that dots (That's both)\nWe was steppin' in dingers two guns up (They know)\nGreen light, that's two thumbs up (Bow)\nWhen I get pissed off, I just do dumb stuff (Bow)\nThey ain't never dumped off\nI'm so 98 but I'm still a hundred\nRides, we've done countless, done in abundance\nThat block's washed, we really don't trouble 'em\n\nThis gun packs a punch, Call of Duty (Bow, bow)\nI'm on a back road doin' up booky (Ay, come here)\nBeg you come this way and you're losin' (Umm-hmm)\nI've been outside with a naughty (Yes)\nNew shaped whip, it comes sporty (Umm)\nRev it up or get spilled with (Skrr, skrr)\nMe and bro hop out in one motion (Ay)\nRub him out like it's lotion\n\nViolate first, put him in the dirt\nHe needin' a doctor or needin' a nurse (That's none)\nI'd rather hit jail than a hearse\nI know the opps wish me worse (They wish)\nStep strips with the gang, take risk and lurk\nIt ain't a thing if I grip on a shank, then twist and turn\nJakes wanna frisk my hand, take me off the curb\n\nI got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right)\nMy Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)\nDark stones and my light was strong\nIt's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Bow)\nPump it, get back and rip it (Bow, bow)\nBro kick him, I'll ching him (Umm-hmm)\nTryna leave their whole team finished\nThem boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen\n\nWipe it clean, no Mr Sheen (Bow, bow)\nI ain't jakes, I ain't tellin' man 'freeze' (No chance)\nSee man run when they see my Sammy (Ay, come here)\nSplits in two, that's double damage (Bankai)\nTrip up, unlimited stabbings (Umm-hmm)\nWet man's head, why you keep cappin'? (Ching, ching)\nBro's too itchy, he'll slap it (Bow, bow)\nChest shot, watch him fly like Aladdin (Bow)\n\nLoadin' a double, that's two in a row\nTurn a man article, left in the column (Bow, bow)\nOn sight, often, even at carnival\nBuck into gang, find yourself in a problem (They know)\nDon't get yourself gotten\nThis shit's ments, there be snitches and wrong'uns (Ments)\nTimes I've grabbed latex gloves and step\nThey were tryna get their hands on condoms\n\nStrap up, wrap man like a condom (Bow, bow)\nI'm blacked out, doin' up Gotham (Umm-hmm)\nBad B come this way and come swallow (Double S)\nHe got chinged in his throat, he can't swallow (Ouch)\nWhat a sorrow (Umm-hmm)\nHe got-got, watch the rudeboy wobble (Damn)\nPick him out just like Jenga (Ay)\nWho's that? Leave him wet like a blender (Bow, bow)\n\nI wanna get rich, who wants poverty? (It's fucked)\nSo we all on trappin' and robbery (That's robbery)\nYou ain't never crept in while they're choppin' weed (Have you?)\nThat's trees in a bag, what a mockery (That's dumb)\nBring the paper home like Potter's free\nExcept police, nobody's stoppin' me\nRelease my friends out of custody (Free 'em)\nWhy's everyone bad so suddenly? (Why?)\n\nI got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right)\nMy Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)\nDark stones and my light was strong\nIt's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Bow)\nPump it, get back and rip it (Bow, bow)\nBro kick him, I'll ching him (Umm-hmm)\nTryna leave their whole team finished\nThem boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen (No)\nES on the beat","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.93] ES on the beat\n[00:12.38] 98 Gang, I'm Homerton livin' (Slatt)\n[00:15.85] Get bit by my kitchen (Ching, ching)\n[00:17.46] Back road, this ding-dong spinnin' (Skrr)\n[00:18.87] See him, ching it (Ay, splash)\n[00:20.82] My young boys did it\n[00:22.31] How's your lad that's gone down in history? (How?)\n[00:24.21] What a mystery (Huh?)\n[00:25.74] We call that one a conspiracy\n[00:27.06] More time pissed if I'm takin' search (Pissed)\n[00:28.62] Caught on a works while ridin'\n[00:30.52] No, can't snitch so I'm takin' birds (Ay, free 'em)\n[00:32.13] Got beef in the streets, we gon' shoot each block\n[00:34.12] They just all gotta wait their turn (Bow, bow)\n[00:35.67] I'll do the damn thing in these latex gloves\n[00:37.42] And you still might feel that burn (You know)\n[00:39.53] They take pictures, we take shots (Bow)\n[00:42.23] No verbal, it sprays out of dots (Bow, bow)\n[00:43.88] It's full, watch him stop (Umm-hmm)\n[00:45.85] That's him done, out of luck (Ay)\n[00:47.19] Get 'round there, I can't go later (No)\n[00:48.94] Watch me rise like a Super Saiyan (Charged up)\n[00:50.59] Charged up on the mains and spray it off (Umm-hmm)\n[00:52.37] Swing this one like the guy from the Matrix (Ay)\n[00:54.08] Bro take that spinner, I'll take that dots (That's both)\n[00:55.58] We was steppin' in dingers two guns up (They know)\n[00:57.00] Green light, that's two thumbs up (Bow)\n[00:58.83] When I get pissed off, I just do dumb stuff (Bow)\n[01:00.57] They ain't never dumped off\n[01:01.86] I'm so 98 but I'm still a hundred\n[01:03.46] Rides, we've done countless, done in abundance\n[01:05.61] That block's washed, we really don't trouble 'em\n[01:07.44] This gun packs a punch, Call of Duty (Bow, bow)\n[01:08.92] I'm on a back road doin' up booky (Ay, come here)\n[01:10.57] Beg you come this way and you're losin' (Umm-hmm)\n[01:12.41] I've been outside with a naughty (Yes)\n[01:14.05] New shaped whip, it comes sporty (Umm)\n[01:15.68] Rev it up or get spilled with (Skrr, skrr)\n[01:17.63] Me and bro hop out in one motion (Ay)\n[01:19.19] Rub him out like it's lotion\n[01:20.85] Violate first, put him in the dirt\n[01:22.36] He needin' a doctor or needin' a nurse (That's none)\n[01:24.21] I'd rather hit jail than a hearse\n[01:25.88] I know the opps wish me worse (They wish)\n[01:27.47] Step strips with the gang, take risk and lurk\n[01:29.09] It ain't a thing if I grip on a shank, then twist and turn\n[01:32.11] Jakes wanna frisk my hand, take me off the curb\n[01:34.20] I got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right)\n[01:35.72] My Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)\n[01:37.49] Dark stones and my light was strong\n[01:39.26] It's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Bow)\n[01:40.82] Pump it, get back and rip it (Bow, bow)\n[01:42.73] Bro kick him, I'll ching him (Umm-hmm)\n[01:44.45] Tryna leave their whole team finished\n[01:45.80] Them boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen\n[01:47.51] Wipe it clean, no Mr Sheen (Bow, bow)\n[01:49.14] I ain't jakes, I ain't tellin' man 'freeze' (No chance)\n[01:50.80] See man run when they see my Sammy (Ay, come here)\n[01:52.54] Splits in two, that's double damage (Bankai)\n[01:54.12] Trip up, unlimited stabbings (Umm-hmm)\n[01:56.17] Wet man's head, why you keep cappin'? (Ching, ching)\n[01:57.71] Bro's too itchy, he'll slap it (Bow, bow)\n[01:59.43] Chest shot, watch him fly like Aladdin (Bow)\n[02:01.02] Loadin' a double, that's two in a row\n[02:02.93] Turn a man article, left in the column (Bow, bow)\n[02:04.31] On sight, often, even at carnival\n[02:06.04] Buck into gang, find yourself in a problem (They know)\n[02:07.98] Don't get yourself gotten\n[02:09.10] This shit's ments, there be snitches and wrong'uns (Ments)\n[02:11.18] Times I've grabbed latex gloves and step\n[02:12.68] They were tryna get their hands on condoms\n[02:14.26] Strap up, wrap man like a condom (Bow, bow)\n[02:16.34] I'm blacked out, doin' up Gotham (Umm-hmm)\n[02:18.00] Bad B come this way and come swallow (Double S)\n[02:19.54] He got chinged in his throat, he can't swallow (Ouch)\n[02:21.41] What a sorrow (Umm-hmm)\n[02:23.09] He got-got, watch the rudeboy wobble (Damn)\n[02:24.65] Pick him out just like Jenga (Ay)\n[02:26.42] Who's that? Leave him wet like a blender (Bow, bow)\n[02:27.92] I wanna get rich, who wants poverty? (It's fucked)\n[02:29.45] So we all on trappin' and robbery (That's robbery)\n[02:30.98] You ain't never crept in while they're choppin' weed (Have you?)\n[02:32.65] That's trees in a bag, what a mockery (That's dumb)\n[02:34.38] Bring the paper home like Potter's free\n[02:35.95] Except police, nobody's stoppin' me\n[02:37.84] Release my friends out of custody (Free 'em)\n[02:39.39] Why's everyone bad so suddenly? (Why?)\n[02:41.29] I got bro, that's right or wrong (That's right)\n[02:43.05] My Anglo Arms gon' tear through garms (Ouch)\n[02:44.94] Dark stones and my light was strong\n[02:46.21] It's a mash in palms, I swear they blast (Bow)\n[02:48.23] Pump it, get back and rip it (Bow, bow)\n[02:49.96] Bro kick him, I'll ching him (Umm-hmm)\n[02:51.45] Tryna leave their whole team finished\n[02:53.05] Them boys gotta feel 'cah them boy don't listen (No)\n[03:01.40] ES on the beat\n[03:09.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Right or Wrong\n  artist: V9\n  album: Right or Wrong Ft. 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