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shot\nBefore you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse\nYou ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse\nAnd you'll learn about loyalty when the record company\nTry to fuck your family out the royalties\nYour number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\nGoddamn that nigga can rap\n\nWhile your shuckin' and jivin' i'll be drivin'\nRollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)\nOn my +3 dubs on the way to the club\nAnd when I come you got love for me\nCause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)\nYou know we're super super star (Staaaar)\n\nNow break me down check my resume tell me what it say\nIt's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K\nNo NO it don't matter how good you spit\nIf you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit\nWho gives a fuck if your money and game up to par\nCause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star\nBut it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures\nGot these white kids fooled like you some real as niggaz\nBut most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' 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dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous\nBang this and my niggaz get dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] While your shuckin' and jivin' i'll be drivin'\n[00:03.16] Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)\n[00:05.51] On my +3 dubs on the way to the club\n[00:07.91] And when I come you got love for me\n[00:10.30] Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)\n[00:15.35] You know we're super super star (Staaaar)\n\n[00:20.46] Everybody know jail records sell records\n[00:23.03] Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked\n[00:26.10] I got the formula double murder equal double platinum\n[00:29.46] I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em\n[00:32.14] The rich a famous ignoramus\n[00:34.10] It's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint\n[00:36.70] Us\n[00:37.41] The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got\n[00:40.20] Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?\n[00:42.44] Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not\n[00:45.03] I cant bump your shit if you never was shot\n[00:47.67] Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse\n[00:50.32] You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse\n[00:52.75] And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company\n[00:55.72] Try to fuck your family out the royalties\n[00:57.71] Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\n[01:01.07] Goddamn that nigga can rap\n\n[01:02.92] While your shuckin' and jivin' i'll be drivin'\n[01:05.76] Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)\n[01:07.81] On my +3 dubs on the way to the club\n[01:10.57] And when I come you got love for me\n[01:12.92] Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)\n[01:18.08] You know we're super super star (Staaaar)\n\n[01:24.04] Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say\n[01:26.85] It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put 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family out the royalties\nYour number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\nGoddamn that nigga can rap\n\n()\n\n(Mack 10)\nNow break me down check my resume tell me what it say\nIt's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K\nNo NO it don't matter how good you spit\nIf you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit\nWho gives a f**k if your money and game up to par\nCause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star\nBut it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures\nGot these white kids fooled like you some real as niggaz\nBut most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me\nCause I'm a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G\nAnd f**k sellin' records if I gotta get mercd\nI'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work\nAnd it ain't but a few real killas and scrappers\nAnd all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers\nAnd I can care less about a battlin' skills\nCause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel\n\n()\n\n(WC)\nF**ked up down the game is f**ked up now\nThis new rapper got shot and lucked up now nigga\nF**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface\nI got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous\nBrazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you\nGot my gauge right at you\nF**k Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol\nOn my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle\nCause murderin' vital cells and skills ain't real enough\nThe media wants drama so I ain't givin' a f**k\nIf I kill me a nigga won't get shot in the heart\nI can kick the countdown on 106 & Park\nSo bang this shit nigga hang that shit\nYou say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga\nCause bullet holes and record sales go to together\nLike cops and radars ash and A and R\n\n(Ice Cube)\nTo all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon\nTalk brokin' English and drug sellin'\nRap murderous lyrics and story tellin'\nYou got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'\nAnd if it got to be that way\nA nigga murdered me a rapper today\nIt just happened today\nSo if I come clappin' your way\nIt's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day\nBang this and my niggaz get dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous\nBang this and my niggaz get dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Superstar (Double Murder=Double Platinum)\n  artist: Westside Connection\n  album: Terrorist Threats\n  duration_ms: 256149\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  While your shuckin' and jivin' i'll be drivin'\n  Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)\n  On my +3 dubs on the way to the club\n  And when I come you got love for me\n  Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)\n  You know we're super super star (Staaaar)\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Everybody know jail records sell records\n  Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked\n  I got the formula double murder equal double platinum\n  I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em\n  The rich a famous ignoramus\n  It's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint\n  Us\n  The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got\n  Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?\n  Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not\n  I cant bump your shit if you never was shot\n  Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse\n  You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse\n  And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company\n  Try to f**k your family out the royalties\n  Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\n  Goddamn that nigga can rap\n\n  ()\n\n  (Mack 10)\n  Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say\n  It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K\n  No NO it don't matter how good you spit\n  If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit\n  Who gives a f**k if your money and game up to par\n  Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star\n  But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures\n  Got these white kids fooled like you some real as niggaz\n  But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me\n  Cause I'm a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G\n  And f**k sellin' records if I gotta get mercd\n  I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work\n  And it ain't but a few real killas and scrappers\n  And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers\n  And I can care less about a battlin' skills\n  Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel\n\n  ()\n\n  (WC)\n  F**ked up down the game is f**ked up now\n  This new rapper got shot and lucked up now nigga\n  F**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface\n  I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous\n  Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you\n  Got my gauge right at you\n  F**k Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol\n  On my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle\n  Cause murderin' vital cells and skills ain't real enough\n  The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a f**k\n  If I kill me a nigga won't get shot in the heart\n  I can kick the countdown on 106 & Park\n  So bang this shit nigga hang that shit\n  You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga\n  Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together\n  Like cops and radars ash and A and R\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon\n  Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'\n  Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'\n  You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'\n  And if it got to be that way\n  A nigga murdered me a rapper today\n  It just happened today\n  So if I come clappin' your way\n  It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day\n  Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous\n  Bang this with a four five stainless\n  Bang this and the bitches go brainless\n  Bang this if you want to be famous\n  Bang this and my niggaz get 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that a thug got\nAin't enough nigga where your mug shot?\nWhere's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not\nI cant bump your shit if you never was shot\nBefore you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse\nYou ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse\nAnd you'll learn about loyalty when the record company\nTry to f**k your family out the royalties\nYour number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\nGoddamn that nigga can rap\n\n()\n\n(Mack 10)\nNow break me down check my resume tell me what it say\nIt's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K\nNo NO it don't matter how good you spit\nIf you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit\nWho gives a f**k if your money and game up to par\nCause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star\nBut it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures\nGot these white kids fooled like you some real as niggaz\nBut most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me\nCause I'm a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G\nAnd f**k sellin' records if I gotta get mercd\nI'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work\nAnd it ain't but a few real killas and scrappers\nAnd all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers\nAnd I can care less about a battlin' skills\nCause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel\n\n()\n\n(WC)\nF**ked up down the game is f**ked up now\nThis new rapper got shot and lucked up now nigga\nF**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface\nI got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous\nBrazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you\nGot my gauge right at you\nF**k Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol\nOn my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle\nCause murderin' vital cells and skills ain't real enough\nThe media wants drama so I ain't givin' a f**k\nIf I kill me a nigga won't get shot in the heart\nI can kick the countdown on 106 & Park\nSo bang this shit nigga hang that shit\nYou say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga\nCause bullet holes and record sales go to together\nLike cops and radars ash and A and R\n\n(Ice Cube)\nTo all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon\nTalk brokin' English and drug sellin'\nRap murderous lyrics and story tellin'\nYou got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'\nAnd if it got to be that way\nA nigga murdered me a rapper today\nIt just happened today\nSo if I come clappin' your way\nIt's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day\nBang this and my niggaz get dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous\nBang this and my niggaz get dangerous\nBang this with a four five stainless\nBang this and the bitches go brainless\nBang this if you want to be famous","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: N.Superstar (double Murder=double Platinum)\n  artist: Westside Connection\n  album: Terrorist Threats\n  duration_ms: 254493\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  While your shuckin' and jivin' i'll be drivin'\n  Rollin' in my SUV (Westside Nigga)\n  On my +3 dubs on the way to the club\n  And when I come you got love for me\n  Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)\n  You know we're super super star (Staaaar)\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  Everybody know jail records sell records\n  Imma catch a case come to court nigga bail naked\n  I got the formula double murder equal double platinum\n  I know these bitch niggaz wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em\n  The rich a famous ignoramus\n  It's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint\n  us\n  The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got\n  Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot?\n  Where's your drug spot nigga yous a was-not\n  I cant bump your shit if you never was shot\n  Before you bust a verse nigga go snatch a purse\n  You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hearse\n  And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company\n  Try to f**k your family out the royalties\n  Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back\n  Goddamn that nigga can rap\n\n  ()\n\n  (Mack 10)\n  Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say\n  It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K\n  No NO it don't matter how good you spit\n  If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your shit\n  Who gives a f**k if your money and game up to par\n  Cause jail time and bullets make a nigga a star\n  But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures\n  Got these white kids fooled like you some real as niggaz\n  But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me\n  Cause I'm a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G\n  And f**k sellin' records if I gotta get mercd\n  I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work\n  And it ain't but a few real killas and scrappers\n  And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers\n  And I can care less about a battlin' skills\n  Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel\n\n  ()\n\n  (WC)\n  F**ked up down the game is f**ked up now\n  This new rapper got shot and lucked up now nigga\n  F**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface\n  I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous\n  Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you\n  Got my gauge right at you\n  F**k Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol\n  On my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle\n  Cause murderin' vital cells and skills ain't real enough\n  The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a f**k\n  If I kill me a nigga won't get shot in the heart\n  I can kick the countdown on 106 & Park\n  So bang this shit nigga hang that shit\n  You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-shit nigga\n  Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together\n  Like cops and radars ash and A and R\n\n  (Ice Cube)\n  To all my niggaz lovin' chicken and watermelon\n  Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'\n  Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'\n  You got to be a felon to get your shit sellin'\n  And if it got to be that way\n  A nigga murdered me a rapper today\n  It just happened today\n  So if I come clappin' your way\n  It's just to sell what a nigga sold back in the day\n  Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous\n  Bang this with a four five stainless\n  Bang this and the bitches go brainless\n  Bang this if you want to be famous\n  Bang this and my niggaz get dangerous\n  Bang this with a four five stainless\n  Bang this and the bitches go brainless\n  Bang this if you want to be famous\n"}]