[{"id":30037037,"name":"So Hard","trackName":"So Hard","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:59.70] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[04:02.60] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[04:05.71] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[04:09.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Hard\n  artist: WC\n  album: Ghetto Heisman\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n  start_ms: 2720\n  end_ms: 9330\n- text: W.C. and Face done hooked up\n  start_ms: 9330\n  end_ms: 11910\n- text: From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n  start_ms: 11910\n  end_ms: 16040\n- text: Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n  start_ms: 16040\n  end_ms: 17980\n- text: We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n  start_ms: 17980\n  end_ms: 19700\n- text: on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n  start_ms: 19700\n  end_ms: 21380\n- text: Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  start_ms: 21380\n  end_ms: 25280\n- text: It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  start_ms: 25280\n  end_ms: 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love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n  Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n  My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n  So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n  A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n  In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n  Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n  Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n  When I was broke bitches laughed\n  Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n  Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n  So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n  I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n  But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n  bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n  But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n  The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":23806356,"name":"So Hard","trackName":"So Hard","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":255.869388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":39361064,"name":"So Hard","trackName":"So Hard","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Unknown Album","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72]Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33]W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91]From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04]Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98]We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70]on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38]Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28]It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15](Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94]toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69]I started off small-time\n[00:46.34]Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71]Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49]Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25]My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82]So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02]A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94]In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08]Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44]Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38]When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34]Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04]Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89]So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29]I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35]But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24]Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41]It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83](Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16]toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05]The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35]bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40]But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36]The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90]You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89]Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96]I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98]Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78]I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32]Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92]I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37]Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16](Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04]When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16]One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01]Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66]Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88]It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56](Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85]toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13]I'll break niggaz, 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":23185569,"name":"So Hard - Scarface","trackName":"So Hard - Scarface","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":255.874708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:59.70] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[04:02.60] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[04:05.71] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[04:09.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Hard - 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":12476106,"name":"So Hard","trackName":"So Hard","artistName":"WC, Scarface","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":6290939,"name":"So Hard (feat. 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The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] Bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:59.70] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[04:02.60] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[04:05.71] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[04:09.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Hard (feat. 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":16630103,"name":"So Hard (feat. 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The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:59.70] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[04:02.60] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[04:05.71] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[04:09.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Hard (feat. 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":34264406,"name":"So Hard (Featuring Scarface)","trackName":"So Hard (Featuring Scarface)","artistName":"Wc","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":27179506,"name":"So Hard Ft Scarface","trackName":"So Hard Ft Scarface","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":255.874708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\non the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nbullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\ntoss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] on the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"},{"id":6290938,"name":"So Hard","trackName":"So Hard","artistName":"WC feat. Scarface","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\nW.C. and Face done hooked up\nFrom the West to the South, worldwide nigga\nY'all know what I'm talkin' about\nWe gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\nOn the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI started off small-time\nSnatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\nUsed to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\nBomb on they ass from the blind side\nMy big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\nSo understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\nA teenager, hollow-point slugger\nIn the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\nGots to get mo' money, mo' money\nCan't get pussy with no money, it's funny\nWhen I was broke bitches laughed\nTil' I met this bitch by the name of rap\nNow with my Night Train it's X.O.\nSo Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\nI know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\nBut I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nThe real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\nBullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\nBut I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\nThe viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\nYou feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\nCause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\nI rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\nCause I was taught you up your shoot\nI've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\nDon't take my word, ring the alarm and see\nI can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\nSneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n(Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\nWhen I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\nOne deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\nWho gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\nLike weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\nW.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\nBuggin' these niggaz with buckshots\nIn the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\nHot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\nWhether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\nKeep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\nDi-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\nIt's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n(Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\nToss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)\nI'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\nAnd I'm here to let these niggaz know\n(I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\nAnd I'm here to let you niggaz know)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.72] Ahh shit, god damn, niggaz done fucked up\n[00:09.33] W.C. and Face done hooked up\n[00:11.91] From the West to the South, worldwide nigga\n[00:16.04] Y'all know what I'm talkin' about\n[00:17.98] We gon' do it like this for all my gutter niggaz\n[00:19.70] On the frontline gettin' theirs, check it out\n[00:21.38] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[00:25.28] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[00:28.15] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[00:30.94] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[00:34.69] I started off small-time\n[00:46.34] Snatchin' purses and robbin' niggaz for all mine\n[00:49.71] Used to love to catch you niggaz known to high sign\n[00:52.49] Bomb on they ass from the blind side\n[00:55.25] My big daddy was a squabbler like Joe Frasier\n[00:57.82] So understand I was born to ride by nature, blast for paper\n[01:02.02] A teenager, hollow-point slugger\n[01:04.94] In the Regal with the french braids and the cake cutter\n[01:08.08] Gots to get mo' money, mo' money\n[01:10.44] Can't get pussy with no money, it's funny\n[01:13.38] When I was broke bitches laughed\n[01:15.34] Til' I met this bitch by the name of rap\n[01:18.04] Now with my Night Train it's X.O.\n[01:20.89] So Mr. Officer, fuck you and my ex-hoes\n[01:23.29] I know it's hard to see a nigga make the bumper swang\n[01:26.35] But I convert the jack game to the rap game, motherfucker\n[01:30.24] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[01:33.41] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[01:37.83] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[01:39.16] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[01:53.05] The real niggaz is back, 'cause there's too many\n[01:55.35] Bullshit records, out on the racks, fuckin' up the craft\n[01:58.40] But I'm about to put the thug, G back in it\n[02:01.36] The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n[02:03.90] You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n[02:06.89] Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n[02:09.96] I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n[02:13.98] Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n[02:15.78] I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n[02:18.32] Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n[02:20.92] I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n[02:23.37] Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n[02:26.16] (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n[02:29.04] When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n[02:32.16] One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n[02:35.01] Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n[02:37.66] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[02:41.88] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[02:42.56] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[02:42.85] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:01.13] I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n[03:03.14] Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n[03:06.00] W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n[03:09.78] Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n[03:12.24] In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n[03:14.69] Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n[03:17.43] Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n[03:20.88] Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n[03:22.91] Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n[03:26.36] It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n[03:29.25] (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n[03:32.36] Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n[03:46.62] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:48.75] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[03:51.63] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[03:54.52] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[03:56.84] I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n[03:59.70] And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n[04:02.60] (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n[04:05.71] And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n[04:09.12] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: So Hard\n  artist: WC feat. 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The viscous Facemob with W.C. back in it\n  You feel me daddy? The game need Bradley\n  Cause nowadays your subject matter's so shabby\n  I rap about the shit I do, or the shit I've been through\n  Cause I was taught you up your shoot\n  I've got a body count beyond belief, 'cause there's an arm in me\n  Don't take my word, ring the alarm and see\n  I can act like I'm your homie 'til the timing is right\n  Sneak up on ya when you're sleepin', put this nine in your life\n  (Now who the fuck thinkin' they want it with Mob?\n  When I can map out a job to have a nigga come and level your squad)\n  One deep, you play for stripes, I'm playin' for keeps\n  Who gives a fuck about some braggin' rights, they talk in these streets\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'll break niggaz, shake niggaz, fake niggaz\n  Like weight apply pressure with my finger when sprayin' niggaz\n  W.C. and Face nigga, on the trigger deliverin' blood clots\n  Buggin' these niggaz with buckshots\n  In the six drop with fetti to drop, ready to pop\n  Hot rocks keepin' it hot from yo' block to my block\n  Whether illegal or legal we gon' shine on these haters\n  Keep it gutter, get the paper motherfucker\n\n  Di-di-di-dada dada-di-di we know\n  It's hard if you ain't got pounds or kilos\n  (Riders don't die, we multiply, shift gears\n  Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high)\n\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n  I'm from the Southside, and I'm killin' with the flow\n  And I'm here to let these niggaz know\n  (I'm from the Westside, and I'm dippin' in a fo'\n  And I'm here to let you niggaz know)\n"}]