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What you thinkin' bitch?\nAre you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\nIt's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\nGet the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\nTryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\nSo you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\nI'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\nSo now you got to, feel it}\n\nYo what the, yo\nLet me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\nY'know how we do it in the hood\nYo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\nY'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\nTake money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\nYou find the best woman lookin' good\nDiamond she need polishin'\nIn my hood, all the gunshot legal\nAt the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\nKeep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\nKeep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\nI rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\nI know a few murderer, drug dealer\nIn the hood, we speak mathematics and build\nWhat's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\nSlang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\nGet my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\nDice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\nMovin' with the Wesson\n\nWelcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\nPussyhole testin', in the hood\nGot the word from the hoodrat\nShorty on the wood\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nAey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\nIt ain't all good, pass the goods\nDeep in the project halls waitin' to shine\nWalk with a nine and talk with gang signs\nIn the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\nFour heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\nAnd keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\nAnd roll dick throw on the flip\n\nWeed clouds thick enough to block the sun\nCops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\nFar from ya Hollywood\nFrom day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\nFrom project chicks with hips and slim waists\nFrom five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\nO.G., I spit G to the young ones\nI keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nThis is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\nBlink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\nConvicts still live with they mom\nAnd they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\nCrack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\nAfricans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\nIn the streets the ghetto is hot\nAnd the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\nThe ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\nBabies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\nWe make life or death decisions\nAnd the school system is like a minimal prison\nSo you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\nIn the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] {The story you're about to see, occurred along the main\n[00:04.18] Trading route, on the border between the North and South\n[00:07.00] At a small outpost called Red Clay Village}\n[00:11.35] {What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n  Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n  It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n  Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n  Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n  So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to, feel it}\n\n  Yo what the, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the hood, we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n\n  Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussyhole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat\n  Shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n  In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n  Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick throw on the flip\n\n  Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n  Far from ya Hollywood\n  From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n  From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n  From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n  O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n  I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n  Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n  Convicts still live with they mom\n  And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n  Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n  Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n  In the streets the ghetto is hot\n  And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\n  The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n  Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n  We make life or death decisions\n  And the school system is like a minimal prison\n  So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n  In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying\n"},{"id":13406999,"name":"In the Hood","trackName":"In the Hood","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Playlist: The Very Best of Wu-Tang Clan","duration":249.260408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main\nTrading route, on the border between the North and South\nAt a small outpost called Red Clay Village}\n\n{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n  Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n  It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n  Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n  Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n  So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to, feel it}\n\n  Yo what the, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the hood, we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n\n  Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussyhole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat\n  Shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n  In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n  Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick throw on the flip\n\n  Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n  Far from ya Hollywood\n  From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n  From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n  From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n  O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n  I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n  Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n  Convicts still live with they mom\n  And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n  Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n  Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n  In the streets the ghetto is hot\n  And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\n  The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n  Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n  We make life or death decisions\n  And the school system is like a minimal prison\n  So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n  In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying\n"},{"id":18356856,"name":"In the Hood (feat. 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It's the Wu, bitch\nAin't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch\nGet the fuck back 'fore we break a f-, listen\nTryna to tell y'all niggas, give you a fair warnin'\nJust a chance to live, so you can see your kids\nYo, son, nah, before I split your wig\nI'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\nSo now you got to feel it!\n\nYo, what the-, yo\nLet me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck, y'know\nY'know how we do it in the hood\nYo, yeah (yeah)\nTurn the mic up (hey, what's up, nigga?)\nYeah, yo\n\nY'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies\nTake money, snatch jewelry in the (hood)\nYou find the best woman lookin' good\nDiamond, she need polishin'\nIn my hood, all the gunshot legal\nAt the same time, we gotta stop killin' our people\nKeep it in the (hood), niggas walk with they gun\nKeep it in the (hood), that's where we come from\n\nI rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\nI know a few murderer, drug dealer\nIn the (hood) we speak mathematics and build\nWhat's the total weight of the brain? Allah real\nSlang jacks and hold gats, in the (hood), 80 proof\nGet my dick sucked on the rood of the projects\nDice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\nMovin' with the Wesson\nWelcome to the God we build and drop a lesson\nPussy hole testin', in the hood\nGot the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood\n\nMurder\nBad boy, you block off murder\nRude boy, you pop off murder\nNine millimeter, me say murder\nNo time for talk, wanna murder\nMen and dem all talk 'bout the murder\nMasta Killa come calm with nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nAyo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\nIt ain't all good, pass the goods\nDeep in the project halls waitin' to shine\nWalk with a .9 and talk with gang signs, in the hood\nNiggas put 20s on hoopties\nFour heads, 140 ounce and a loosie\nAnd keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\nAnd roll dick, throw on the flip (hood)\n\nWeed clouds (pow) thick enough to block the sun\nCops come, but thugs never drop the gun\nUnderstood? Far from your Hollywood\nFrom day one, I vowed I would keep it in the (hood)\nFrom project chicks with hips and slim waists\nFrom five dollar plates, apartment six H\nO.G., I spit G to the young ones\nI keep it in the hood, that's where I come from\n\nMurder\nBad boy, you block off murder\nRude boy, you pop off murder\nNine millimeter, me say murder\nNo time for talk, wanna murder\nMen and dem all talk 'bout the murder\nMasta Killa come calm with nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nThis is the place where thugs is born\n(In the hood), blink too long, your life is gone\n(In the hood), convicts still live with they moms\nAnd they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm\n(In the hood), crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac\n(In the hood), African's be drivin' cabs\n(In the hood), in the streets, the ghetto is hot\nAnd the illest gangsters on the block's the cops\n\n(In the hood), the ones you love will fill you with slugs\n(In the hood), babies born addicted to drugs\n(In the hood), we make life or death decisions\nAnd the school system is like a minimal prison\nSo you Can't Knock the Hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n(In the hood), it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n(This is-, this is-, this is-)\n\nMurder\nBad boy, you block off murder\nRude boy, you pop off murder\nNine millimeter, me say murder\nNo time for talk, wanna murder\nMen and dem all talk 'bout the murder\nMasta Killa come calm with nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying\nMe say\n\nMurder\nRude boy, you pop off murder\nNo time for talk, wanna murder\nBad boy, you block off murder\nRude boy, you pop off murder\nMen and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n\nNo time for talk, wanna murder\nMen and dem all talk 'bout the murder\nMasta Killa come calm with nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying\nNying, nying, nying, nying, nying","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.27] The story you're about to see\n[00:02.62] Occurred along the main trading route\n[00:04.62] On the border between the North and South\n[00:07.54] At a small outpost called Red Clay Village\n[00:11.67] (We need your help on some prickly shit, tah, uh)\n[00:15.98] What the fuck y'all, niggas, thought, huh, what you thinkin', bitch?\n[00:19.59] Are you stupid, son? Must be stupid, kid\n[00:22.09] What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu, bitch\n[00:24.52] Ain't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch\n[00:27.62] Get the fuck back 'fore we break a f-, listen\n[00:30.38] Tryna to tell y'all niggas, give you a fair warnin'\n[00:33.19] Just a chance to live, so you can see your kids\n[00:35.90] Yo, son, nah, before I split your wig\n[00:38.41] I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n[00:41.46] So now you got to feel it!\n[00:43.63] Yo, what the-, yo\n[00:46.06] Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck, y'know\n[00:49.42] Y'know how we do it in the hood\n[00:51.85] Yo, yeah (yeah)\n[00:57.56] Turn the mic up (hey, what's up, nigga?)\n[00:59.49] Yeah, yo\n[01:01.87] Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies\n[01:03.76] Take money, snatch jewelry in the (hood)\n[01:05.97] You find the best woman lookin' good\n[01:07.86] Diamond, she need polishin'\n[01:09.32] In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n[01:11.31] At the same time, we gotta stop killin' our people\n[01:13.86] Keep it in the (hood), niggas walk with they gun\n[01:15.94] Keep it in the (hood), that's where we come from\n[01:18.38] I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n[01:20.55] I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n[01:22.49] In the (hood) we speak mathematics and build\n[01:24.92] What's the total weight of the brain? Allah real\n[01:27.28] Slang jacks and hold gats, in the (hood), 80 proof\n[01:29.93] Get my dick sucked on the rood of the projects\n[01:32.28] Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n[01:34.95] Movin' with the Wesson\n[01:36.24] Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson\n[01:38.38] Pussy hole testin', in the hood\n[01:40.37] Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood\n[01:42.85] Murder\n[01:43.86] Bad boy, you block off murder\n[01:45.86] Rude boy, you pop off murder\n[01:48.16] Nine millimeter, me say murder\n[01:50.46] No time for talk, wanna murder\n[01:52.53] Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n[01:54.99] Masta Killa come calm with nying\n[01:55.64] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[01:56.96] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n[01:59.34] Ayo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n[02:02.48] It ain't all good, pass the goods\n[02:03.93] Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n[02:06.23] Walk with a .9 and talk with gang signs, in the hood\n[02:08.84] Niggas put 20s on hoopties\n[02:10.71] Four heads, 140 ounce and a loosie\n[02:13.28] And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n[02:15.77] And roll dick, throw on the flip (hood)\n[02:17.72] Weed clouds (pow) thick enough to block the sun\n[02:19.44] Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun\n[02:21.62] Understood? Far from your Hollywood\n[02:23.71] From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the (hood)\n[02:26.29] From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n[02:28.41] From five dollar plates, apartment six H\n[02:30.54] O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n[02:32.98] I keep it in the hood, that's where I come from\n[02:35.36] Murder\n[02:36.42] Bad boy, you block off murder\n[02:38.72] Rude boy, you pop off murder\n[02:40.98] Nine millimeter, me say murder\n[02:43.19] No time for talk, wanna murder\n[02:45.20] Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n[02:47.53] Masta Killa come calm with nying\n[02:49.16] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[02:49.86] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n[02:51.19] This is the place where thugs is born\n[02:53.03] (In the hood), blink too long, your life is gone\n[02:55.18] (In the hood), convicts still live with they moms\n[02:57.48] And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm\n[02:59.77] (In the hood), crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac\n[03:01.94] (In the hood), African's be drivin' cabs\n[03:04.23] (In the hood), in the streets, the ghetto is hot\n[03:06.54] And the illest gangsters on the block's the cops\n[03:08.57] (In the hood), the ones you love will fill you with slugs\n[03:10.75] (In the hood), babies born addicted to drugs\n[03:13.19] (In the hood), we make life or death decisions\n[03:15.39] And the school system is like a minimal prison\n[03:17.44] So you Can't Knock the Hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n[03:19.96] (In the hood), it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n[03:21.90] (This is-, this is-, this is-)\n[03:22.57] Murder\n[03:23.38] Bad boy, you block off murder\n[03:25.52] Rude boy, you pop off murder\n[03:27.87] Nine millimeter, me say murder\n[03:29.70] No time for talk, wanna murder\n[03:32.15] Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n[03:34.64] Masta Killa come calm with nying\n[03:36.15] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[03:36.88] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[03:37.58] Me say\n[03:37.95] Murder\n[03:38.87] Rude boy, you pop off murder\n[03:41.17] No time for talk, wanna murder\n[03:43.18] Bad boy, you block off murder\n[03:45.74] Rude boy, you pop off murder\n[03:47.53] Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n[03:49.98] No time for talk, wanna murder\n[03:52.06] Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n[03:54.23] Masta Killa come calm with nying\n[03:56.08] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[03:56.52] Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n[03:59.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In the Hood (feat. 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Must be stupid, kid\n  What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu, bitch\n  Ain't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch\n  Get the fuck back 'fore we break a f-, listen\n  Tryna to tell y'all niggas, give you a fair warnin'\n  Just a chance to live, so you can see your kids\n  Yo, son, nah, before I split your wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to feel it!\n\n  Yo, what the-, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck, y'know\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah (yeah)\n  Turn the mic up (hey, what's up, nigga?)\n  Yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry in the (hood)\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond, she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time, we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the (hood), niggas walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the (hood), that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the (hood) we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain? Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the (hood), 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the rood of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n  Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussy hole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder\n  Bad boy, you block off murder\n  Rude boy, you pop off murder\n  Nine millimeter, me say murder\n  No time for talk, wanna murder\n  Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder\n  Masta Killa come calm with nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Ayo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a .9 and talk with gang signs, in the hood\n  Niggas put 20s on hoopties\n  Four heads, 140 ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick, throw on the flip (hood)\n\n  Weed clouds (pow) thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun\n  Understood? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\nAre you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\nIt's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\nGet the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\nTryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\nSo you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\nI'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\nSo now you got to, feel it}\n\nYo what the, yo\nLet me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\nY'know how we do it in the hood\nYo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\nY'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\nTake money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\nYou find the best woman lookin' good\nDiamond she need polishin'\nIn my hood, all the gunshot legal\nAt the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\nKeep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\nKeep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\nI rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\nI know a few murderer, drug dealer\nIn the hood, we speak mathematics and build\nWhat's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\nSlang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\nGet my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\nDice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\nMovin' with the Wesson\n\nWelcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\nPussyhole testin', in the hood\nGot the word from the hoodrat\nShorty on the wood\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nAey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\nIt ain't all good, pass the goods\nDeep in the project halls waitin' to shine\nWalk with a nine and talk with gang signs\nIn the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\nFour heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\nAnd keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\nAnd roll dick throw on the flip\n\nWeed clouds thick enough to block the sun\nCops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\nFar from ya Hollywood\nFrom day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\nFrom project chicks with hips and slim waists\nFrom five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\nO.G., I spit G to the young ones\nI keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nThis is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\nBlink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\nConvicts still live with they mom\nAnd they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\nCrack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\nAfricans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\nIn the streets the ghetto is hot\nAnd the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\nThe ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\nBabies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\nWe make life or death decisions\nAnd the school system is like a minimal prison\nSo you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\nIn the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\nMurder, bad boy ya block off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, nine millimeter me say\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, rude boy ya pop off an'\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, no time fi talk, one fi\nMurder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\nMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\nNying, nying, nying","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] {The story you're about to see, occurred along the main\n[00:04.18] Trading route, on the border between the North and South\n[00:07.00] At a small outpost called Red Clay Village}\n[00:11.35] {What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n  Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n  It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n  Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n  Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n  So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to, feel it}\n\n  Yo what the, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the hood, we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n\n  Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussyhole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat\n  Shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n  In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n  Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick throw on the flip\n\n  Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n  Far from ya Hollywood\n  From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n  From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n  From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n  O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n  I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n  Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n  Convicts still live with they mom\n  And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n  Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n  Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n  In the streets the ghetto is hot\n  And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\n  The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n  Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n  We make life or death decisions\n  And the school system is like a minimal prison\n  So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n  In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying\n"},{"id":20353289,"name":"In The Hood","trackName":"In The Hood","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":253.009917,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main\nTrading route, on the border between the North and South\nAt a small outpost called Red Clay Village}\n\n{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n  Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n  It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n  Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n  Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n  So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to, feel it}\n\n  Yo what the, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the hood, we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n\n  Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussyhole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat\n  Shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n  In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n  Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick throw on the flip\n\n  Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n  Far from ya Hollywood\n  From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n  From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n  From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n  O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n  I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n  Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n  Convicts still live with they mom\n  And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n  Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n  Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n  In the streets the ghetto is hot\n  And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\n  The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n  Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n  We make life or death decisions\n  And the school system is like a minimal prison\n  So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n  In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying\n"},{"id":22392888,"name":"In the Hood","trackName":"In the Hood","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Iron Flag","duration":255.1922,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main\nTrading route, on the border between the North and South\nAt a small outpost called Red Clay Village}\n\n{What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n[00:19.05] Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n[00:23.25] It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n[00:28.17] Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n[00:31.37] Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n[00:34.94] So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n[00:39.37] I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n[00:42.17] So now you got to, feel it}\n[00:45.78] Yo what the, yo\n[00:46.13] Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n[00:48.93] Y'know how we do it in the hood\n[00:51.58] Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n[00:59.46] Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n[01:03.32] Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n[01:05.67] You find the best woman lookin' good\n[01:07.62] Diamond she need polishin'\n[01:09.06] In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n[01:11.21] At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n[01:13.57] Keep it in 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nying, nying, me say murder\n[01:58.12] Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n[02:01.77] It ain't all good, pass the goods\n[02:03.48] Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n[02:06.10] Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n[02:08.34] In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n[02:10.71] Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n[02:12.97] And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n[02:16.36] And roll dick throw on the flip\n[02:17.87] Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n[02:20.17] Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n[02:22.63] Far from ya Hollywood\n[02:24.00] From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n[02:26.53] From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n[02:28.80] From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n[02:31.02] O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n[02:33.33] I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n[02:35.45] Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n[02:38.15] Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n[02:40.21] Murder, nine millimeter me say\n[02:42.36] Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n[02:44.78] Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n[02:47.06] Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n[02:49.19] Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n[02:51.17] This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n[02:53.35] Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n[02:55.88] Convicts still live with they mom\n[02:57.74] And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n[03:00.22] Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n[03:02.42] Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n[03:04.78] In the streets the ghetto is hot\n[03:06.57] And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n[03:09.34] The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n[03:11.76] Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n[03:13.85] We make life or death decisions\n[03:15.84] And the school system is like a minimal prison\n[03:17.80] So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n[03:20.16] In the 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What you thinkin' bitch?\n  Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong?\n  It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch\n  Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen\n  Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live\n  So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig\n  I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it\n  So now you got to, feel it}\n\n  Yo what the, yo\n  Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck\n  Y'know how we do it in the hood\n  Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo\n\n  Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies\n  Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood\n  You find the best woman lookin' good\n  Diamond she need polishin'\n  In my hood, all the gunshot legal\n  At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people\n  Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun\n  Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from\n\n  I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta\n  I know a few murderer, drug dealer\n  In the hood, we speak mathematics and build\n  What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real\n  Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof\n  Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects\n  Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark\n  Movin' with the Wesson\n\n  Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson\n  Pussyhole testin', in the hood\n  Got the word from the hoodrat\n  Shorty on the wood\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods\n  It ain't all good, pass the goods\n  Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine\n  Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs\n  In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties\n  Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie\n  And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip\n  And roll dick throw on the flip\n\n  Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun\n  Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?\n  Far from ya Hollywood\n  From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood\n  From project chicks with hips and slim waists\n  From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths\n  O.G., I spit G to the young ones\n  I keep it in the hood that's where I come from\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood\n  Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood\n  Convicts still live with they mom\n  And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood\n  Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood\n  Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood\n  In the streets the ghetto is hot\n  And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood\n\n  The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood\n  Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood\n  We make life or death decisions\n  And the school system is like a minimal prison\n  So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'\n  In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'\n\n  Murder, bad boy ya block off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, nine millimeter me say\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying, me say murder\n\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, rude boy ya pop off an'\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, no time fi talk, one fi\n  Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di\n  Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying\n  Nying, nying, nying\n"}]