[{"id":9427753,"name":"Bloody Jungle","trackName":"Bloody Jungle","artistName":"Vinnie Paz","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nPistolero Pazzie and all that\nStu Ferrigno\nYeah\nLook, aight, one-two\n\nBumbaclart, you could die out here\nThis a different set of rules we abide by here\nThem yappas is always out, we do drive-bys here\nY'all are hippies, Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here\nThis the book of Exodus, it's mount Sinai here\nYou get punched in the fucking face for looking side-eyed here\nNo hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here\nI got shooters that took a charge they like da-da here\nChop his fucking head, cock it back for the click-clack\nStray shots hit 'em in the abdomen the six pack\nThe 40. cal bullets size smaller than a tic-tac\nBeretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack\nThe Taurus jammed too much, Parsa but can't bother\nThe Nighthawk blammin, it touch you like Bambaattaa\nHow many more of y'all gone be catching the fate?\nAnd everybody mad looking at the mess that I made\nStupid\n\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\nDon't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\nDeprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\nSlugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\nThis the difference between survivin' and living life\nStop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\nMy faculty's in order, underworld supporter\nSodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\nGet it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle\nQueue the apocolypse, the iron jungle\nA hundred miles runnin' niggas with attitude will gun you\nLook what it come to, set it out when the god come through\nTranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle\nWar tactics, artifacts, it's all actual\nKhadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the\nBlack Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J\n(You sweeter than Stevie J)\n\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n(C'mon stop it)\n(C'mon stop it)\nStop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bloody Jungle\n  artist: Vinnie Paz\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Pistolero Pazzie and all that\n  Stu Ferrigno\n  Yeah\n  Look, aight, one-two\n\n  Bumbaclart, you could die out here\n  This a different set of rules we abide by here\n  Them yappas is always out, we do drive-bys here\n  Y'all are hippies, Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here\n  This the book of Exodus, it's mount Sinai here\n  You get punched in the fucking face for looking side-eyed here\n  No hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here\n  I got shooters that took a charge they like da-da here\n  Chop his fucking head, cock it back for the click-clack\n  Stray shots hit 'em in the abdomen the six pack\n  The 40. cal bullets size smaller than a tic-tac\n  Beretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack\n  The Taurus jammed too much, Parsa but can't bother\n  The Nighthawk blammin, it touch you like Bambaattaa\n  How many more of y'all gone be catching the fate?\n  And everybody mad looking at the mess that I made\n  Stupid\n\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n  Don't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\n  Deprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\n  Slugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\n  This the difference between survivin' and living life\n  Stop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\n  My faculty's in order, underworld supporter\n  Sodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\n  Get it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle\n  Queue the apocolypse, the iron jungle\n  A hundred miles runnin' niggas with attitude will gun you\n  Look what it come to, set it out when the god come through\n  Tranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle\n  War tactics, artifacts, it's all actual\n  Khadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the\n  Black Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J\n  (You sweeter than Stevie J)\n\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n  (C'mon stop it)\n  (C'mon stop it)\n  Stop\n"},{"id":6571716,"name":"Bloody Jungle","trackName":"Bloody Jungle","artistName":"Vinnie Paz & Tragedy Khadafi","albumName":"Camouflage Regime","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nPistolero Pazzie and all that\nStu Ferrigno\nYeah\nLook, aight, one-two\n\nBumbaclart, you could die out here\nThis a different set of rules we abide by here\nThem yappas is always out, we do drive-bys here\nY'all are hippies, Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here\nThis the book of Exodus, it's mount Sinai here\nYou get punched in the fucking face for looking side-eyed here\nNo hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here\nI got shooters that took a charge they like da-da here\nChop his fucking head, cock it back for the click-clack\nStray shots hit 'em in the abdomen the six pack\nThe 40. cal bullets size smaller than a tic-tac\nBeretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack\nThe Taurus jammed too much, Parsa but can't bother\nThe Nighthawk blammin, it touch you like Bambaattaa\nHow many more of y'all gone be catching the fate?\nAnd everybody mad looking at the mess that I made\nStupid\n\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\nDon't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\nDeprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\nSlugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\nThis the difference between survivin' and living life\nStop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\nMy faculty's in order, underworld supporter\nSodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\nGet it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle\nQueue the apocolypse, the iron jungle\nA hundred miles runnin' niggas with attitude will gun you\nLook what it come to, set it out when the god come through\nTranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle\nWar tactics, artifacts, it's all actual\nKhadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the\nBlack Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J\n(You sweeter than Stevie J)\n\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash 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sack\n  The Taurus jammed too much, Parsa but can't bother\n  The Nighthawk blammin, it touch you like Bambaattaa\n  How many more of y'all gone be catching the fate?\n  And everybody mad looking at the mess that I made\n  Stupid\n\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n  Don't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\n  Deprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\n  Slugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\n  This the difference between survivin' and living life\n  Stop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\n  My faculty's in order, underworld supporter\n  Sodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\n  Get it the hustle, 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dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\nDon't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\nDeprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\nSlugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\nThis the difference between survivin' and living life\nStop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\nMy faculty's in order, underworld supporter\nSodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\nGet it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle\nQueue the apocolypse, the iron jungle\nA hundred miles runnin' niggas with attitude will gun you\nLook what it come to, set it out when the god come through\nTranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle\nWar tactics, artifacts, it's all actual\nKhadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the\nBlack Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J\n(You sweeter than Stevie J)\n\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\nStop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\nYour whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\nYou need to get back inside the closet\n'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n(C'mon stop it)\n(C'mon stop it)\nStop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Bloody Jungle\n  artist: Paz, Vinnie & Tragedy Khadafi\n  album: Camouflage Regime\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  Pistolero Pazzie and all that\n  Stu Ferrigno\n  Yeah\n  Look, aight, one-two\n\n  Bumbaclart, you could die out here\n  This a different set of rules we abide by here\n  Them yappas is always out, we do drive-bys here\n  Y'all are hippies, Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here\n  This the book of Exodus, it's mount Sinai here\n  You get punched in the fucking face for looking side-eyed here\n  No hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here\n  I got shooters that took a charge they like da-da here\n  Chop his fucking head, cock it back for the click-clack\n  Stray shots hit 'em in the abdomen the six pack\n  The 40. cal bullets size smaller than a tic-tac\n  Beretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack\n  The Taurus jammed too much, Parsa but can't bother\n  The Nighthawk blammin, it touch you like Bambaattaa\n  How many more of y'all gone be catching the fate?\n  And everybody mad looking at the mess that I made\n  Stupid\n\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to get back inside the closet\n  'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it\n\n  Don't have me push a button flyin' all type of kites\n  Deprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life\n  Slugs flyin' out of nines inside your windpipes\n  This the difference between survivin' and living life\n  Stop the barkin' before I make the gun bite\n  My faculty's in order, underworld supporter\n  Sodom Gomorrah, sodomize mics for four quarters\n  Get it the hustle, hustle to get it that's off the muscle\n  Queue the apocolypse, the iron jungle\n  A hundred miles runnin' niggas with attitude will gun you\n  Look what it come to, set it out when the god come through\n  Tranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle\n  War tactics, artifacts, it's all actual\n  Khadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the\n  Black Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J\n  (You sweeter than Stevie J)\n\n  Stop it, y'all little dudes been out of pocket\n  Your whole wardrobe comin' out of your girls closet\n  You need to 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