[{"id":18316211,"name":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan _ The W","duration":269.82675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live (Featuring\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan _ The W\n  duration_ms: 269827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":24753487,"name":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring Nas)","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring Nas)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan \\ The W","duration":269.818776,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live (Featuring Nas)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: Wu-Tang Clan \\ The W\n  duration_ms: 269819\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":27036414,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan (featuring Nas) - Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)","trackName":"Wu-Tang Clan (featuring Nas) - Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":269.848187,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin' down the streets, mindin' my own business\nAnd bam! I'm gonna be shot by some pig\nWho's gonna swear that it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nSi es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\nHahahahaha\n\nFire, what up, kid?\nThat's right, that's right\nYo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nMillionaire feet, whole family eat\nYo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\nInvisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\nDesigner alphabets, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\nArm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\nExotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\nCall 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\nGucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\nRocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\nBird and gun drop on the window pane\nThe oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\nIt's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\nI'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nRoughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\nBlock vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\nYou know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\nCheck your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\nYellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\nDrug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Tang Clan (featuring Nas) - Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 269848\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin' down the streets, mindin' my own business\n  And bam! I'm gonna be shot by some pig\n  Who's gonna swear that it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\n  Hahahahaha\n\n  Fire, what up, kid?\n  That's right, that's right\n  Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Millionaire feet, whole family eat\n  Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\n  Invisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\n  Designer alphabets, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\n  Arm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\n  Gucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\n  Rocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\n  Bird and gun drop on the window pane\n  The oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\n  It's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\n  Block vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\n  You know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\n  Check your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\n  Yellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\n  Drug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":25933496,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan - The W - 08 - Let My Niggas Live (feat. 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I'm gonna be shot by some pig\nWho's gonna swear that it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nSi es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\nHahahahaha\n\nFire, what up, kid?\nThat's right, that's right\nYo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nMillionaire feet, whole family eat\nYo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\nInvisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\nDesigner alphabets, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\nArm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\nExotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\nCall 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\nGucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\nRocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\nBird and gun drop on the window pane\nThe oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\nIt's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\nI'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nRoughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\nBlock vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\nYou know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\nCheck your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\nYellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\nDrug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wu-Tang Clan - The W - 08 - Let My Niggas Live (feat. NAS)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 271830\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin' down the streets, mindin' my own business\n  And bam! I'm gonna be shot by some pig\n  Who's gonna swear that it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\n  Hahahahaha\n\n  Fire, what up, kid?\n  That's right, that's right\n  Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Millionaire feet, whole family eat\n  Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\n  Invisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\n  Designer alphabets, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\n  Arm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\n  Gucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\n  Rocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\n  Bird and gun drop on the window pane\n  The oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\n  It's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\n  Block vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\n  You know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\n  Check your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\n  Yellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\n  Drug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":1217513,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":1902945,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":20327736,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":456.986122,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 456986\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":19134094,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":273.901875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 273902\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":18865135,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":267.431625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 267432\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":22531664,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":269.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: Original Album Classics\n  duration_ms: 269773\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":21910412,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":267.431625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 267432\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":27575774,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":33193657,"name":"Let My Niggas Live - Nas","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live - Nas","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin' down the streets, mindin' my own business\nAnd bam! I'm gonna be shot by some pig\nWho's gonna swear that it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nSi es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\nHahahahaha\n\nFire, what up, kid?\nThat's right, that's right\nYo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nMillionaire feet, whole family eat\nYo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\nInvisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\nDesigner alphabets, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\nArm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\nExotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\nCall 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\nGucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\nRocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\nBird and gun drop on the window pane\nThe oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\nIt's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\nI'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\n\nRoughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\nBlock vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\nYou know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\nCheck your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\nYellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\nDrug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\nLet my niggas live, we show and prove\nGet paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\nLet my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\nChallenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live, we giants\nLive off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\nLet my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live - Nas\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin' down the streets, mindin' my own business\n  And bam! I'm gonna be shot by some pig\n  Who's gonna swear that it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Si es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro\n  Hahahahaha\n\n  Fire, what up, kid?\n  That's right, that's right\n  Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Millionaire feet, whole family eat\n  Yo, y'all niggas is weak, got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo, mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire, move like Schwinns, yo\n  Invisible pens that write like Lee Glenn\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smashed with the Acapulco, rifle got got, bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit's plated, word up\n  Designer alphabets, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms\n  Arm's length, home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin' large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic broads bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call 'em a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right, y'all\n  Gucci jumper, X5 gettin' more niggas\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin' God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God's son, Son of Man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, hail Haile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dope fiends with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostrils, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, Glocks is spittin'\n  Rocks cookin', underground body sniffin', cops lookin'\n  Bird and gun drop on the window pane\n  The oxygen is cocaine, it drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, shit down throats, pee on hoes who claim\n  It's pretty bitches puttin' stitches in they ass\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Hefner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas, bitch\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n\n  Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rep\n  Block vets, pop Berettas, Glocks and TECs\n  You know, dread, gun talk, the language of the projects\n  Check your shorty with the black tail stance, leopard pants\n  Yellin', \"Fuck the man,\" makin' killings off a lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin' the slums, funds is major\n  Drug drought got you huntin' for crumbs, clutchin' the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the buildin' halls\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs is fillin' walls\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the tape to hit you forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n\n  Let my niggas live, we show and prove\n  Get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms, yo\n  Let my niggas live, we real niggas that's godbody\n  Challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live, we giants\n  Live off the land lions, post with iron, no cryin' rules\n  Let my niggas live, ayo, let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":18523852,"name":"Let My Niggas Live - Nas","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live - Nas","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":270.166375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live - Nas\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270166\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":23486847,"name":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live (Featuring","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":269.879,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live (Featuring\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 269879\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":12473957,"name":"Let My Niggas Live","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan, Nas","albumName":"The W","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan, Nas\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":5372274,"name":"Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live (featuring Nas)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":5706429,"name":"Let My Niggas Live (feat. 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That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live (feat. Nas)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":29831674,"name":"Let My Niggas Live > Featuring Nas)","trackName":"Let My Niggas Live > Featuring Nas)","artistName":"Wu Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":289.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let My Niggas Live > Featuring Nas)\n  artist: Wu Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 289000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"},{"id":19651270,"name":"Let my niggas live (ft Nas)","trackName":"Let my niggas live (ft Nas)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The W","duration":215.457959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\nMindin my own business and BAM\nI'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\nThat it was a mistake\nI accept that as a part of my destiny\nWhattup kid? That's right\nYo aiyyo aiyyo\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nMillionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\nGot a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\nKids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\nYo mark my word, me and my herb speak\nThat's that fire move like Schwinns yo\nInvisible pens that write light, leave blends\nHit with the JF Kennedy shot\nSmash with the Acapulco rifle got got\nBolt off, but got clocked\nLegendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\nDesign your alphabet, reps get graded\nWe in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\nHome of Allah's ten big rooms\nSo what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\nExotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\nCall him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\nGucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nI scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\nRun in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\nI'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\nRastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\nPolice'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\nIt takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\nI hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\nSnots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\nThere's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\nRocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\nDrop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\nIt drove lots of men to die with no name\nI been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\nPretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\nI'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\nThe only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids\nRoughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\nC.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\nBlock vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\nYou're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\nCheckin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\nYellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\nPlus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\nDrugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\nSemi-autos roar in the building hall\nSymptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\nCall it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\nIn the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\nSo I live by the sword and obey hood laws\nMake my team click like high heels on wood floors\nAiyyo let my niggas live\nWe show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\nLet my niggas live\nWe real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\nLet my niggas live\nWe giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\nLet my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\nHandle your bid and kill no kids","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let my niggas live (ft Nas)\n  artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n  album: The W\n  duration_ms: 215458\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets\n  Mindin my own business and BAM\n  I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR\n  That it was a mistake\n  I accept that as a part of my destiny\n  Whattup kid? That's right\n  Yo aiyyo aiyyo\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Millionaire feat, whole family eatyo, y'all niggas is weak\n  Got a bird beak, chirp chirp speak\n  Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week\n  Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak\n  That's that fire move like Schwinns yo\n  Invisible pens that write light, leave blends\n  Hit with the JF Kennedy shot\n  Smash with the Acapulco rifle got got\n  Bolt off, but got clocked\n  Legendary here, custom made it, shit bladed, word up\n  Design your alphabet, reps get graded\n  We in get-high saloons, big bag of shrooms, arm's length\n  Home of Allah's ten big rooms\n  So what we up in here, modelin large with rigorous moves\n  Exotic Gods bust my hammer at frauds\n  Call him a live merchant, dressed in all red, that's right y'all\n  Gucci jumper X-5, gettin more head\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, \"Why me?\"\n  Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me\n  I'm God-son, son of man, son of Marcus Garvey\n  Rastafari irie, Ha-ile Selassie\n  Police'll try to break us, but the streets raised us\n  It takes more than metal bars, we destined for ours\n  I hear murder plans from dopefiends, with elephant hands\n  Snots in they nostril, the blocks is hostile\n  There's no pots to piss in, glocks is spittin\n  Rocks cookin underground bodies stiffin, cops look at bird shit\n  Drop on the window pane, the oxygen is cocaine\n  It drove lots of men to die with no name\n  I been on boats, nut down throats, pee on bitches who famous\n  Pretty dick, puttin stitches in they anus\n  I'm the animal that Hugh Heffner created\n  The only nigga Sade dated, the most hated, Nas nigga\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n  Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck\n  C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec\n  Block vets, pop barettas glocks and tecs\n  You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project\n  Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants\n  Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance\n  Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major\n  Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor\n  Semi-autos roar in the building hall\n  Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall\n  Call it a New York state of mind, gotta take mine\n  In the daytime, the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times\n  So I live by the sword and obey hood laws\n  Make my team click like high heels on wood floors\n  Aiyyo let my niggas live\n  We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo\n  Let my niggas live\n  We real niggas that's God-body, challenge anything, make major moves\n  Let my niggas live\n  We giants, live off the land lions, post with iron, no pryin rules\n  Let my niggas liveaiyyo let my niggas live\n  Handle your bid and kill no kids\n"}]