[{"id":28695608,"name":"Back In The Game","trackName":"Back In The Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan   Wu-Tang Iron Flag","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In The Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan   Wu-Tang Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":19940233,"name":"Back In the Game","trackName":"Back In the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu-Tang Clan","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 268000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":29886305,"name":"Back in the Game","trackName":"Back in the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan feat. Ronald Isley","albumName":"The Essential Wu-Tang Clan","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Do you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind\nDo you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nDo you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind\nDo you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin' with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggas in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggas with the radical shines\n\nDo you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind\nDo you believe it's morning\nI'm alive\nBut thats the last thing on my mind","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back in the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan feat. Ronald Isley\n  album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin' with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin' with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggas is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggas in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich wear\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggas with the radical shines\n\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n  Do you believe it's morning\n  I'm alive\n  But thats the last thing on my mind\n"},{"id":27188162,"name":"Back In the Game","trackName":"Back In the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Iron Flag","duration":274.133333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. 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(\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":33287934,"name":"Back In the Game (Clean Album Version)","trackName":"Back In the Game (Clean Album Version)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Iron Flag","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(It's true, The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous)\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs (woo), Trackmasters (oh-ooh)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here, y'know (yeah)\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n- 'Bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same, but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, The Usual Suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you're feelin' yourself\n\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds, too hot to wear clothes\nStill me, always have and will be\nIll G, it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey, hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now, copped me some weight now (yeah)\nMy people 'bout to eat now, - 'bout to change now (oh, yeah)\nBack in the game now, all my - in the hood now (oh)\nBetter catch up now, - 'bout to change now (yeah)\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin'\nYoung dumb and thugging, give a - about nothin'\nStuck at rock bottom, tryna come up on somethin'\nPumpin' from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin'\nVision my - now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life\n\nAnte-up 'cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen burying my folks ever since they raised the price on the -\nSearchin' for a quick antidote\nMo' Money, Mo' Problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin' Rebel who Inspects the Deck\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds, we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin' a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n\nIf I double down, they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house, they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signing\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\nI'm back in the game now, copped me some weight now\nMy people bout to eat now, - 'bout to change now (yeah)\nBack in the game now, all my - in the hood now (ooh)\nBetter catch up now, - 'bout to change now (say what?)\n(Shaolin shadow-boxing)\n\nAyo, on Rainy Dayz I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, cooling with a mean ill Jamaican\nBanana coat matching with the ratchet\nLittle black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'\n\nJump in the six, kicks look crisp, talking 'bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin'\n\nWe on your floor look more doors\nThey ain't ate either, I hope y'all - is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my - in the mix\nYeah, Shallah Lex Diamond got me buying Louis Rich wear\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched their names like\nWhat you call it, any fast King James\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned -\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh, got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood 'cause that's who we been through\n\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash from Power\nProof that power plastered divine\nClassical lines, mathematical rhymes\nStyle's unbearable, now - 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Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n[02:44.82] Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n[02:45.82] how to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n[02:47.30] Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n[02:49.19] Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n[02:51.26] Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n[02:54.96] Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n[02:57.64] It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n[03:00.21] Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n[03:02.27] We on your floor look more doors\n[03:04.21] Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n[03:06.72] And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n[03:09.24] Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n[03:11.94] Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n[03:14.71] Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n[03:17.45] Everybody switched they names like\n[03:19.78] Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n[03:21.33] It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n[03:24.96] Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n[03:27.05] Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n[03:29.19] We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n[03:31.92] RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n[03:34.66] Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n[03:37.57] Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n[03:40.05] Now niggaz with the radical shines\n[03:41.76] It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n[03:43.70] We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n[03:46.57] World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n[03:49.33] We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n[03:53.80] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In the Game (feat. 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'bout to change now (oh, yeah)\nBack in the game now, all my - in the hood now (oh)\nBetter catch up now, - 'bout to change now (yeah)\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin'\nYoung dumb and thugging, give a - about nothin'\nStuck at rock bottom, tryna come up on somethin'\nPumpin' from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin'\nVision my - now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life\n\nAnte-up 'cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen burying my folks ever since they raised the price on the -\nSearchin' for a quick antidote\nMo' Money, Mo' Problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin' Rebel who Inspects the Deck\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds, we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin' a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n\nIf I double down, they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house, they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signing\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\nI'm back in the game now, copped me some weight now\nMy people bout to eat now, - 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'bout to change now (yeah)\n  Back in the game now, all my - in the hood now (ooh)\n  Better catch up now, - 'bout to change now (say what?)\n  (Shaolin shadow-boxing)\n\n  Ayo, on Rainy Dayz I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, cooling with a mean ill Jamaican\n  Banana coat matching with the ratchet\n  Little black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin'\n\n  Jump in the six, kicks look crisp, talking 'bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin'\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin'\n\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  They ain't ate either, I hope y'all - is armed\n  And when we get there, all my - in the mix\n  Yeah, Shallah Lex Diamond got me buying Louis Rich wear\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin' since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched their names like\n  What you call it, any fast King James\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned -\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh, got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood 'cause that's who we been through\n\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash from Power\n  Proof that power plastered divine\n  Classical lines, mathematical rhymes\n  Style's unbearable, now - 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always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back in the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":31566968,"name":"Back in the Game","trackName":"Back in the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Shaolin Style","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back in the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The Shaolin Style\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":1902876,"name":"Back In the Game","trackName":"Back In the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":243.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 243000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":32990588,"name":"Back In The Game","trackName":"Back In The Game","artistName":"Wu Tang Clan","albumName":"Street Official","duration":139.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In The Game\n  artist: Wu Tang Clan\n  album: Street Official\n  duration_ms: 139000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":19495443,"name":"Back In The Game","trackName":"Back In The Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":213.888,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In The Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 213888\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":21138381,"name":"Back in the Game","trackName":"Back in the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Rep, pop itd","duration":268.613333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back in the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Rep, pop itd\n  duration_ms: 268613\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":19129458,"name":"Back in the Game","trackName":"Back in the Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":277.5824579,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back in the Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 277582\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":19188716,"name":"Back In The Game","trackName":"Back In The Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":276.233042,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In The Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 276233\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"},{"id":18757560,"name":"Back In The Game","trackName":"Back In The Game","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":274.207347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\nUh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\nIt's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\nYeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\nWe took time off, while other rappers got jerked\nShit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\nThings ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\nAnd as we step in the door, we cause panic\nYep, the usual suspects, we at it\nVet status, y'all went a week with the belt\nFew chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\nMeet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\nI got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\nCrops with the prose where cops won't dare go\nGot top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\nStill me - always have and will be\nIll G - it's silly to hate but feel free\nHey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\nAnd my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\nBack in the game now. copped me some weed now\nMy people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\nBack in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\nBetter catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\nUh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\nYoung dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\nStuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\nPumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\nVision my nigga now get in where you fit in\nAnd see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\nAnte up cause if you blow the dice\nOn that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\nThat's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\nBeen buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\nSearchin for a quick antidote\nMo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\nWe were at the same table when the chips were checked\nA gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\nJust when you thought we would fold our hand\nAgainst all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\nIt was live on air but in between station breaks\nI was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\nSplit the demos, put insurance on tapes\nA safeguard against the crusaders in capes\nIf I double down they say the Gods are sharks\nIf we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\nWe draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\nWhile the dealer promoted the full house venue\nA spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\nThe high roller who got credit upon signin\nThey look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\nRecourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n() - 0.75X\n(Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n(R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\nAiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\nHow to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\nBanana coat matchin with the ratchet\nLil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\nJump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\nFlow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\nIt's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\nBuried you alive, left your whore cryin\nWe on your floor look more doors\nDey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\nAnd when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\nYeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\nMost people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\nOvernight your whole style was bitten in the process\nEverybody switched they names like\nWhatcha call it, any fast (?)\nIt was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\nClarks from Digi left the game dizzy\nOoh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\nWe had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\nRZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\nProof that power plastered divine classical lines\nMathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\nNow niggaz with the radical shines\nIt's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\nWe back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\nWorld Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\nWe brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Back In The Game\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Iron Flag\n  duration_ms: 274207\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  \"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!\"\n\n  Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)\n  It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know\n\n  Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work\n  We took time off, while other rappers got jerked\n  Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how\n  Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now\n  And as we step in the door, we cause panic\n  Yep, the usual suspects, we at it\n  Vet status, y'all went a week with the belt\n  Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself\n  Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old\n  I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold\n  Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go\n  Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes\n  Still me - always have and will be\n  Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free\n  Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay\n  And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday\n\n  Back in the game now. copped me some weed now\n  My people bout to eat now. shit's bout to change now\n  Back in the game now. all my niggaz in the hood now\n  Better catch up now. shit's bout to change now\n\n  Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin\n  Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin\n  Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin\n  Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin\n  Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in\n  And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life\n  Ante up cause if you blow the dice\n  On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight\n  That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife\n  Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke\n  Searchin for a quick antidote\n  Mo' money, mo' problems to cope\n\n  We were at the same table when the chips were checked\n  A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+\n  Just when you thought we would fold our hand\n  Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans\n  It was live on air but in between station breaks\n  I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes\n  Split the demos, put insurance on tapes\n  A safeguard against the crusaders in capes\n  If I double down they say the Gods are sharks\n  If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked\n  We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu\n  While the dealer promoted the full house venue\n  A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds\n  The high roller who got credit upon signin\n  They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle\n  Recourse of bluff game's your muscle\n\n  () - 0.75X\n  (Raekwon) Say what? (\"Shaolin shadowboxing!\")\n  (R. Isley) Shit's bout to change.\n\n  Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on\n  How to get rich, coolin with a mean ill Jamaican bitch\n  Banana coat matchin with the ratchet\n  Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin\n  Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird\n  Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant\n  It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin\n  Buried you alive, left your whore cryin\n  We on your floor look more doors\n  Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed\n  And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix\n  Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich\n\n  Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio\n  Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process\n  Everybody switched they names like\n  Whatcha call it, any fast (?)\n  It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches\n  Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy\n  Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through\n  We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through\n  RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power\n  Proof that power plastered divine classical lines\n  Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable\n  Now niggaz with the radical shines\n  It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me\n  We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.\n  World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan\n  We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit\n"}]