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I'm surrounded by criminals\nSerial killers tote guns without the serial\nHigh-tech, street intellect, all digital\nProject original, sheisty individual\n\nNew York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\nWe hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\nTook a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n\nY'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man?\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu\n\nSendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\nAt home, it's worth money, I adorns\nOrder drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\nWe got the fit teds on, lookin' all fink\n\nDaddy everybody get money from now on\nPayday flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday\nDon't fuck Benz, rather a 430\nThat shit that float through water, eyeball come up\nDrop birdies yo\n\nWe can eat right, or we can clap these toys\nI'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\nWho y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'\nConfused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'\nIt's Hot Nixon, same team same position\nBattin' average three-five-seven and still hittin'\n\nY'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken\nI'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'\n'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal\nLove like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\nIt's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\nI can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\nComin' from the thirty-six chamber\nBring it to 'em proper, potnah\n\nIt's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game\nPretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang\nWho gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames\nLet a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is\n\nY'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man?\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu\nNigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.59] All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches\n[00:05.43] All you niggaz, be cryin' for these hoes\n[00:06.30] Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats\n[00:07.26] Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty\n[00:08.19] We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah\n[00:13.57] Comin' from the thirty-six chamber\n[00:14.49] Math, let the plate spin\n[00:16.24] Many brothers y'all be sparkin'\n[00:19.81] Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[00:22.51] If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\n[00:24.39] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?\n[00:26.11] Who the man behind the World Trade massacres\n[00:27.92] Step up now\n[00:29.70] Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\n[00:31.53] Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits\n[00:34.25] No disrespect, that's where I rest my head\n[00:36.00] I understand you gotta rest yours true\n[00:38.72] Nigga my people's dead\n[00:39.62] America, together we stand, divided we fall\n[00:41.45] Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war\n[00:45.12] Yes yes y'all, the INS bless y'all\n[00:46.96] Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\n[00:49.60] Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball\n[00:52.39] Role call where my niggaz that's one for all\n[00:55.05] And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse\n[00:57.78] Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk\n[00:59.59] Then smoke a ounce as we count mills\n[01:02.25] Providin' you pure ecstasy without pills\n[01:04.95] Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man\n[01:07.64] How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n[01:10.34] Never ever disrespect my crew\n[01:12.14] If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu\n[01:13.98] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real\n[01:18.44] We live from it, it's the God I-Reelz\n[01:19.31] Yo' wonderful, spark the blillz\n[01:22.07] Let me build with the people for the mills\n[01:23.82] I'm rollin' with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill\n[01:25.62] Peace to Brownsville\n[01:27.54] Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous\n[01:30.16] Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin' snipers\n[01:32.07] You wait like \"Sixth Sense\" 'til hard to kill\n[01:34.79] How you livin' Street Life? 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I'm surrounded by criminals\nSerial killers tote guns without the serial\nHigh-tech, street intellect, all digital\nProject original, sheisty individual\nNew York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\nWe hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\nTook a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\nThanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\nYou know the rules\nWe don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf ya fuck with wu,\nWe gots ta fuck withchu\nSendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\nAt home, it's worth money, I adorns\nOrder drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\nWe got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\nDaddy everybody get money from now on\nPayday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\nDon't fuck Benz, rather a 430\nThat shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n\nWe can eat right, or we can clap these toys\nI'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\nWho y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\nConfused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\nIt's Hot Nixon, same team same position\nBattin average three-five-seven and still hittin\nY'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\nI'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\nCause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal\nLove like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\nIt's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\nI can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\n\"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n\"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth - \"Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang\"\n\nIt's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game\nPretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang\nWho get strange, gassed up playin with flames\nLet a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.\nY'all know the rules\nWe don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf you fuck with wu\nWe gots to witchu, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches\n[00:02.26] All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes\n[00:05.00] \"Both hands clusty\" - Ghost, \"Pullin out gats\" - Raekwon\n[00:07.71] \"Double barreled\" - Meth, \"Blew off the burner kinda dusty\" - Ghost\n[00:10.44] \"We back, don't test\" - Raekwon, \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth\n[00:13.10] \"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n[00:15.84] \"Math, let the plate spin\" - GZA, \"Many brothers y'all be sparkin\"\n[00:20.32] \"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\" - Inspectah Deck\n[00:23.07] \"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\" - Method Man\n[00:24.91] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?\n[00:27.63] Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now\n[00:30.32] Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\n[00:33.03] Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!\n[00:35.51] No disrespect, that's where I rest my head\n[00:37.34] I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead\n[00:40.08] America, together we stand, divided we fall\n[00:42.80] Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!\n[00:45.68] Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all\n[00:48.38] Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\n[00:50.15] Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball\n[00:52.84] Role call where my niggaz that's one for all\n[00:55.59] And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse\n[00:58.24] Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk\n[01:01.01] Then smoke a ounce as we count mills\n[01:02.89] Providin you pure ecstasy without pills\n[01:05.55] Y'all know the rules\n[01:06.82] We don't fuck with fools man\n[01:08.62] How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n[01:11.34] Never ever disrespect my crew\n[01:13.28] If ya fuck with Wu\n[01:14.05] We gots to fuck witchu\n[01:15.08] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real\n[01:17.74] We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz\n[01:20.44] Yo wonderful, spark the blillz\n[01:22.29] Let me build with the people for the mills\n[01:24.09] I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville\n[01:28.55] Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous\n[01:30.34] Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers\n[01:33.01] You wait like \"Sixth Sense\" 'til hard to kill\n[01:35.83] How you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals\n[01:38.56] Serial killers tote guns without the serial\n[01:41.25] High-tech, street intellect, all digital\n[01:43.05] Project original, sheisty individual\n[01:45.70] New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\n[01:48.46] We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\n[01:51.10] Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n[01:52.99] Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\n[01:55.96] You know the rules\n[01:56.88] We don't fuck with fools man\n[01:58.67] How the fuck did we get so cool man\n[02:01.32] Never ever disrespect my crew\n[02:03.12] If ya fuck with wu,\n[02:04.07] We gots ta fuck withchu\n[02:05.86] Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\n[02:09.44] At home, it's worth money, I adorns\n[02:11.26] Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\n[02:13.91] We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\n[02:15.76] Daddy everybody get money from now on\n[02:18.58] Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\n[02:21.26] Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430\n[02:23.05] That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n[02:26.64] We can eat right, or we can clap these toys\n[02:28.45] I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\n[02:30.80] Who y'all kiddin? 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I'm surrounded by criminals\n  Serial killers tote guns without the serial\n  High-tech, street intellect, all digital\n  Project original, sheisty individual\n  New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\n  We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\n  Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n  Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\n  You know the rules\n  We don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If ya fuck with wu,\n  We gots ta fuck withchu\n  Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\n  At home, it's worth money, I adorns\n  Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\n  We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\n  Daddy everybody get money from now on\n  Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\n  Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430\n  That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n\n  We can eat right, or we can clap these toys\n  I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\n  Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n  Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n  It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n  Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n  Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n  I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n  Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal\n  Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\n  \"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n  \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth - \"Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang\"\n\n  It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game\n  Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang\n  Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames\n  Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.\n  Y'all know the rules\n  We don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If you fuck with wu\n  We gots to witchu, nigga\n"},{"id":8630164,"name":"Rules (dirty)","trackName":"Rules (dirty)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches\nAll you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes\n\n\"Both hands clusty\" - Ghost, \"Pullin out gats\" - Raekwon\n\"Double barreled\" - Meth, \"Blew off the burner kinda dusty\" - Ghost\n\"We back, don't test\" - Raekwon, \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth\n\"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n\"Math, let the plate spin\" - GZA, \"Many brothers y'all be sparkin\"\n\"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\" - Inspectah Deck\n\"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\" - Method Man\n\nWho the fuck knocked our buildings down?\nWho the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now\nWhere the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\nFly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!\nNo disrespect, that's where I rest my head\nI understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead\nAmerica, together we stand, divided we fall\nMr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!\n\nYes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all\nStop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\nNever fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball\nRole call where my niggaz that's one for all\nAnd all for one, we draw the guns on impulse\nCash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk\nThen smoke a ounce as we count mills\nProvidin you pure ecstasy without pills\n\nY'all know the rules\nWe don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man?\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf ya fuck with Wu\nWe gots to fuck witchu\n\nY'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real\nWe live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz\nYo wonderful, spark the blillz\nLet me build with the people for the mills\nI'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville\nBrothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous\nTwenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers\nYou wait like \"Sixth Sense\" 'til hard to kill\n\nHow you livin StreetLife? I'm surrounded by criminals\nSerial killers tote guns without the serial\nHigh-tech, street intellect, all digital\nProject original, sheisty individual\nNew York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\nWe hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\nTook a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\nThanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\nYou know the rules\nWe don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf ya fuck with wu,\nWe gots ta fuck withchu\nSendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\nAt home, it's worth money, I adorns\nOrder drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\nWe got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\nDaddy everybody get money from now on\nPayday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\nDon't fuck Benz, rather a 430\nThat shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n\nWe can eat right, or we can clap these toys\nI'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\nWho y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\nConfused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\nIt's Hot Nixon, same team same position\nBattin average three-five-seven and still hittin\nY'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\nI'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\nCause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal\nLove like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\nIt's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\nI can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\n\"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n\"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth - \"Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang\"\n\nIt's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game\nPretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang\nWho get strange, gassed up playin with flames\nLet a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.\nY'all know the rules\nWe don't fuck with fools man\nHow the fuck did we get so cool man\nNever ever disrespect my crew\nIf you fuck with wu\nWe gots to witchu, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches\n[00:02.26] All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes\n[00:05.00] \"Both hands clusty\" - Ghost, \"Pullin out gats\" - Raekwon\n[00:07.71] \"Double barreled\" - Meth, \"Blew off the burner kinda dusty\" - Ghost\n[00:10.44] \"We back, don't test\" - Raekwon, \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth\n[00:13.10] \"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n[00:15.84] \"Math, let the plate spin\" - GZA, \"Many brothers y'all be sparkin\"\n[00:20.32] \"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\" - Inspectah Deck\n[00:23.07] \"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\" - Method Man\n[00:24.91] Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?\n[00:27.63] Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now\n[00:30.32] Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\n[00:33.03] Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!\n[00:35.51] No disrespect, that's where I rest my head\n[00:37.34] I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead\n[00:40.08] America, together we stand, divided we fall\n[00:42.80] Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!\n[00:45.68] Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all\n[00:48.38] Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\n[00:50.15] Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball\n[00:52.84] Role call where my niggaz that's one for all\n[00:55.59] And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse\n[00:58.24] Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk\n[01:01.01] Then smoke a ounce as we count mills\n[01:02.89] Providin you pure ecstasy without pills\n[01:05.55] Y'all know the rules\n[01:06.82] We don't fuck with fools man\n[01:08.62] How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n[01:11.34] Never ever disrespect my crew\n[01:13.28] If ya fuck with Wu\n[01:14.05] We gots to fuck witchu\n[01:15.08] Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real\n[01:17.74] We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz\n[01:20.44] Yo wonderful, spark the blillz\n[01:22.29] Let me build with the people for the mills\n[01:24.09] I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville\n[01:28.55] Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous\n[01:30.34] Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers\n[01:33.01] You wait like \"Sixth Sense\" 'til hard to kill\n[01:35.83] How you livin StreetLife? 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n[02:33.58] Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n[02:36.24] It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n[02:39.00] Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n[02:40.73] Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n[02:43.49] I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n[02:46.11] Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n  Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n  It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n  Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n  Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n  I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n  Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\nConfused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\nIt's Hot Nixon, same team same position\nBattin average three-five-seven and still hittin\nY'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\nI'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\nCause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n[02:33.58] Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n[02:36.24] It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n[02:39.00] Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n[02:40.73] Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n[02:43.49] I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n[02:46.11] Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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I'm surrounded by criminals\n  Serial killers tote guns without the serial\n  High-tech, street intellect, all digital\n  Project original, sheisty individual\n  New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\n  We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\n  Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n  Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\n  You know the rules\n  We don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If ya fuck with wu,\n  We gots ta fuck withchu\n  Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\n  At home, it's worth money, I adorns\n  Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\n  We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\n  Daddy everybody get money from now on\n  Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\n  Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430\n  That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n\n  We can eat right, or we can clap these toys\n  I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\n  Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n  Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n  It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n  Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n  Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n  I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n  Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\nConfused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\nIt's Hot Nixon, same team same position\nBattin average three-five-seven and still hittin\nY'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\nI'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\nCause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! 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Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n[02:33.58] Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n[02:36.24] It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n[02:39.00] Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n[02:40.73] Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n[02:43.49] I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n[02:46.11] Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal\n[02:48.96] Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\n[02:51.65] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n[02:53.46] I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n[02:56.12] \"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n[02:57.95] \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth - \"Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang\"\n[03:00.63] It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game\n[03:03.32] Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang\n[03:06.04] Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames\n[03:08.80] Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.\n[03:11.50] Y'all know the rules\n[03:12.01] We don't fuck with fools man\n[03:13.82] How the fuck did we get so cool man\n[03:16.53] Never ever disrespect my crew\n[03:18.39] If you fuck with wu\n[03:20.18] We gots to witchu, nigga\n[03:23.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Rules (dirty)\n  artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n  album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 2260\n- text: All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes\n  start_ms: 2260\n  end_ms: 5000\n- text: '\"Both hands clusty\" - Ghost, \"Pullin out gats\" - Raekwon'\n  start_ms: 5000\n  end_ms: 7710\n- text: '\"Double barreled\" - Meth, \"Blew off the burner kinda dusty\" - Ghost'\n  start_ms: 7710\n  end_ms: 10440\n- text: '\"We back, don''t test\" - Raekwon, \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth'\n  start_ms: 10440\n  end_ms: 13100\n- text: '\"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth'\n  start_ms: 13100\n  end_ms: 15840\n- text: '\"Math, let the plate spin\" - GZA, \"Many brothers y''all be sparkin\"'\n  start_ms: 15840\n  end_ms: 20320\n- text: '\"Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\" - Inspectah Deck'\n  start_ms: 20320\n  end_ms: 23070\n- text: '\"If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\" - Method Man'\n  start_ms: 23070\n  end_ms: 24910\n- text: Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?\n  start_ms: 24910\n  end_ms: 27630\n- text: Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now\n  start_ms: 27630\n  end_ms: 30320\n- text: Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\n  start_ms: 30320\n  end_ms: 33030\n- text: Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits!\n  start_ms: 33030\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: No disrespect, that's where I rest my head\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 37340\n- text: I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead\n  start_ms: 37340\n  end_ms: 40080\n- text: America, together we stand, divided we fall\n  start_ms: 40080\n  end_ms: 42800\n- text: Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war!\n  start_ms: 42800\n  end_ms: 45680\n- text: Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all\n  start_ms: 45680\n  end_ms: 48380\n- text: Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\n  start_ms: 48380\n  end_ms: 50150\n- text: Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball\n  start_ms: 50150\n  end_ms: 52840\n- text: Role call where my niggaz that's one for all\n  start_ms: 52840\n  end_ms: 55590\n- text: And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse\n  start_ms: 55590\n  end_ms: 58240\n- text: Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk\n  start_ms: 58240\n  end_ms: 61010\n- text: Then smoke a ounce as we count mills\n  start_ms: 61010\n  end_ms: 62890\n- text: Providin you pure ecstasy without pills\n  start_ms: 62890\n  end_ms: 65550\n- text: Y'all know the rules\n  start_ms: 65550\n  end_ms: 66820\n- text: We don't fuck with fools man\n  start_ms: 66820\n  end_ms: 68620\n- text: How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n  start_ms: 68620\n  end_ms: 71340\n- text: Never ever disrespect my crew\n  start_ms: 71340\n  end_ms: 73280\n- text: If ya fuck with Wu\n  start_ms: 73280\n  end_ms: 74050\n- text: We gots to fuck witchu\n  start_ms: 74050\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 77740\n- text: We live from (?), it's the God I-Reelz\n  start_ms: 77740\n  end_ms: 80440\n- text: Yo wonderful, spark the blillz\n  start_ms: 80440\n  end_ms: 82290\n- text: Let me build with the people for the mills\n  start_ms: 82290\n  end_ms: 84090\n- text: I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville\n  start_ms: 84090\n  end_ms: 88550\n- text: Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous\n  start_ms: 88550\n  end_ms: 90340\n- text: Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers\n  start_ms: 90340\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: You wait like \"Sixth Sense\" 'til hard to kill\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95830\n- text: How you livin StreetLife? 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I'm surrounded by criminals\n  Serial killers tote guns without the serial\n  High-tech, street intellect, all digital\n  Project original, sheisty individual\n  New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\n  We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\n  Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n  Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us\n  You know the rules\n  We don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If ya fuck with wu,\n  We gots ta fuck withchu\n  Sendin letters to (?), my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\n  At home, it's worth money, I adorns\n  Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\n  We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink\n  Daddy everybody get money from now on\n  Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday\n  Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430\n  That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo\n\n  We can eat right, or we can clap these toys\n  I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\n  Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin\n  Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin?\n  It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n  Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin\n  Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken\n  I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin\n  Cause I'm haaaaaaaaaaaard! Hard like a criminal\n  Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\n  \"Comin from the thirty-six chamber\" - Meth\n  \"Bring it to em proper, potnah\" - Meth - \"Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang\"\n\n  It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game\n  Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang\n  Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames\n  Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.\n  Y'all know the rules\n  We don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If you fuck with wu\n  We gots to witchu, nigga\n"},{"id":30736484,"name":"C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)","trackName":"C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What that nigga want God?\nWord up, look out for the cops\n(Cash Rules)\nWord up, two for fives over here baby\nWord up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way\nWord up, know what I'm sayin\"?\n(Cash Rules Everything Around Me, C.R.E.A.M. get)\nYeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n(Cash Rules Everything Around Me)\nTake you on a natural joint\n(C.R.E.A.M. get the money)\nHere we here we go\n(Dollar, dollar bill y'all)\nCheck this shit, yo!\n\nI grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\nStayin' alive was no jive\nAt second hands, moms bounced on old men\nSo then we moved to Shaolin land\nA young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\nOnly way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\nAnd let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\nAnd that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n\nBut it was just the dream for the teen, who was a fiend\nStarted smokin' woolies at sixteen\nAnd runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes\nMakin' my way on fire escapes\nNo question I would speed, for cracks and weed\nThe combination made my eyes bleed\nNo question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\nStickin' up white boys in ball courts\n\nMy life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\nTimes is ruff and tuff like leather\nFigured out I went the wrong route\nSo I got with a sick ass click and went all out\nCatchin' keys from across seas\nRollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\nYo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\nCh-chick-pow! Move from the gate now\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nIt's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin'\nSurvival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\nI peep at the shape of the streets\nAnd stay awake to the ways of the world 'cuz shit is deep\nA man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.\nWhich failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\nA young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\nTryin' to get a clutch at what I could not\n\nThe court played me short, now I face incarceration\nPacin', goin' up state's my destination\nHandcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\nLife as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\nBut as the world turns I learned life is Hell\nLivin' in the world no different from a cell\nEveryday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\nSmokin' bones in the staircase\n\nThough I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\nI guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\nBut I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\nReady to give up so I seek the Old Earth\nWho explained working hard may help you maintain\nTo learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\nWe got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\nAnd stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\nLeave it up to me while I be livin' proof\nTo kick the truth to the young black youth\nBut shorty's runnin' wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\nAnd ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\nNeglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\nThat what? That life is hectic\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\n(Niggas gots to do what they gotta do, to get a bill)\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n(Ya know what I'm sayin\"?)\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\n('Cuz we can't just get by no more)\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n(Word up, we gotta get over, straight up and down)\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all\n\nCash Rules Everything Around Me\nC.R.E.A.M., get the money\nDollar, dollar bill y'all, oh yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.16] What that nigga want God?\n[00:03.51] Word up, look out for the cops\n[00:04.87] (Cash Rules)\n[00:06.13] Word up, two for fives over here baby\n[00:07.79] Word up, two for fives them niggaz got garbage down the way\n[00:09.11] Word up, know what I'm sayin\"?\n[00:11.24] (Cash Rules Everything Around Me, C.R.E.A.M. get)\n[00:12.82] Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out, word up\n[00:15.22] (Cash Rules Everything Around Me)\n[00:17.76] Take you on a natural joint\n[00:17.96] (C.R.E.A.M. get the money)\n[00:19.85] Here we here we go\n[00:20.62] (Dollar, dollar bill y'all)\n[00:23.28] Check this shit, yo!\n[00:24.32] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side\n[00:25.10] Stayin' alive was no jive\n[00:27.83] At second hands, moms bounced on old men\n[00:30.23] So then we moved to Shaolin land\n[00:32.97] A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose\n[00:35.39] Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot\n[00:38.41] And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one\n[00:41.71] And that one, pullin' out gats for fun\n[00:44.13] But it was just the dream for the teen, who was a fiend\n[00:47.53] Started smokin' woolies at sixteen\n[00:49.10] And runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes\n[00:52.39] Makin' my way on fire escapes\n[00:54.46] No question I would speed, for cracks and weed\n[00:57.66] The combination made my eyes bleed\n[01:00.04] No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all\n[01:03.22] Stickin' up white boys in ball courts\n[01:05.17] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater\n[01:08.81] Times is ruff and tuff like leather\n[01:10.73] Figured out I went the wrong route\n[01:12.85] So I got with a sick ass click and went all out\n[01:16.34] Catchin' keys from across seas\n[01:17.91] Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's\n[01:21.35] Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine\n[01:24.39] Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now\n[01:26.73] Cash Rules Everything Around Me\n[01:28.57] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:29.95] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:31.79] Cash Rules Everything Around Me\n[01:34.92] C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n[01:36.07] Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n[01:37.18] It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin'\n[01:39.55] Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n[01:42.97] I peep at the shape of the streets\n[01:44.80] And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cuz shit is deep\n[01:47.78] A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.\n[01:50.43] Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n[01:52.80] A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n[01:55.78] Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not\n[01:58.46] The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n[02:01.32] Pacin', goin' up state's my destination\n[02:03.40] Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n[02:06.46] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n[02:08.81] But as the world turns I learned life is Hell\n[02:11.47] Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n[02:14.12] Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n[02:17.07] Smokin' bones in the staircase\n[02:19.48] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n[02:22.50] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n[02:24.87] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n[02:27.70] Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n[02:30.13] Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n[02:32.82] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n[02:35.42] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n[02:38.19] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n[02:41.01] Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n[02:43.45] To kick the truth to the young black youth\n[02:46.15] But shorty's runnin' wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n[02:48.75] And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n[02:51.45] Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n[02:54.38] That what? 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Move from the gate now\n\n  Cash Rules Everything Around Me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  Cash Rules Everything Around Me\n  C.R.E.A.M., get the money\n  Dollar, dollar bill y'all\n\n  It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin'\n  Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival\n  I peep at the shape of the streets\n  And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cuz shit is deep\n  A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.\n  Which failed, I went to jail at the age of 15\n  A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much\n  Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not\n\n  The court played me short, now I face incarceration\n  Pacin', goin' up state's my destination\n  Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us\n  Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff\n  But as the world turns I learned life is Hell\n  Livin' in the world no different from a cell\n  Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base\n  Smokin' bones in the staircase\n\n  Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess\n  I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed\n  But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?\n  Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth\n  Who explained working hard may help you maintain\n  To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain\n  We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks\n  And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n\n  Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof\n  To kick the truth to the young black youth\n  But shorty's runnin' wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer\n  And ain't tryin' to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear\n  Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted\n  That what? 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hoes\n\n  Both hands clusty, pullin' out gats\n  Double barreled, blew off the burner kinda dusty\n  We back don't test, bring it to 'em proper, potnah\n  Comin' from the thirty-six chamber\n\n  Math, let the plate spin\n  Many brothers y'all be sparkin'\n  Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot\n  If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu\n\n  Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?\n  Who the man behind the World Trade massacres\n  Step up now\n  Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch?\n  Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits\n\n  No disrespect, that's where I rest my head\n  I understand you gotta rest yours true\n  Nigga my people's dead\n  America, together we stand, divided we fall\n  Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war\n\n  Yes yes y'all, the INS bless y'all\n  Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl\n  Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin' ball\n  Role call where my niggaz that's one for all\n\n  And all for one, we draw the guns on 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I'm surrounded by criminals\n  Serial killers tote guns without the serial\n  High-tech, street intellect, all digital\n  Project original, sheisty individual\n\n  New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest\n  We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest\n  Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us\n\n  Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu\n\n  Sendin' letters to China, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom\n  At home, it's worth money, I adorns\n  Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo\n  We got the fit teds on, lookin' all fink\n\n  Daddy everybody get money from now on\n  Payday flash Visas livin' like, Easter e'ryday\n  Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430\n  That shit that float through water, eyeball come up\n  Drop birdies yo\n\n  We can eat right, or we can clap these toys\n  I'm with Street Life, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy\n  Who y'all kiddin' tryin' to act like my shoe fittin'\n  Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'\n  It's Hot Nixon, same team same position\n  Battin' average three-five-seven and still hittin'\n\n  Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken\n  I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'\n  'Cause I'm hard, hard like a criminal\n  Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you\n  It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth\n  I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck\n\n  Comin' from the thirty-six chamber\n  Bring it to 'em proper, potnah\n\n  It's Wu-Tang, rushin' yo' gang, crushin' the game\n  Pretty thugs, clutchin' they chain, hand cuppin' they thang\n  Who gets strange, gassed up playin' with flames\n  Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is\n\n  Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man\n  How the fuck did we get so cool man?\n  Never ever disrespect my crew\n  If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu\n  Nigga\n"},{"id":18534846,"name":"Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But The Money)","trackName":"Cash Still Rules/Scary Hours (Still Don't Nothing Move But The Money)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Forever (Disc 01)","duration":181.92475,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shake them niggaz\nScary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout\nPlay the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields\nShe's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz\nto Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans\nHit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone\nA Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition\nWhattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me\nWhattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only\nGrady with the gray beard, transport for him\nRockin Nike at? Rastafarianburg, pipin that\nSwitchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses\nFrontin like he's sittin on a lump he's sittin on junk\nYou wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies\nYou wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies\nNames arraigned, the century fox, little glocks\nThem niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks\nRich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child\nBut right now, Son is still shine, shed light now\nBreakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate\nSpencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer\nHe's a slave cop, behave pop\nBlue suits who bay stop us blow that cat\nat the Purple Haze spot\n\nI remember stickin fiends at the one-six-ooh\nwhen we was starvin, duckin five-oh, payin em dues\nTimes is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in\nWe warrin and cage dodgin, rippin and robbin\nGot the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in\nyour camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron\nThat's somethin niggaz can't pardon\nCity overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment\nSo I see no need to mention, the potency\nof a sting from a killa bee, kickin the battery\nout the back of them wisecracks\nDistorted for your get high you hijack\nThese friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine\nThis the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime\nKeep these niggaz on the run, peep my Clan emblem\nIron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from\n\nCatch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap villains\n(I feel the same way you niggaz feelin)\nWe feel the same way you feelin, let it be known (let it be known)\nWhat the blood clot you niggaz dealin, you crash dummies\nCash rules, still don't nuttin move but the money\n\nAiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair\nBilly Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square\nTook his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight\nSummer eighty-eight, started a fight, that can't wait\nAsk Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marsey\nBlazin that Tad Rossi, up in the Marquis\nHe lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses\nHad him on the porch, ass no trousers\nThis souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff\nSame kid cryin on the stand with Judge Cuffner\nKissed him with art num it's three to nine style\nBefore he left he flashin his face like Denzel\nRichard Dale took his Beaver, off the wall pullin his whip\nMussy dropped and split his wig with the heater\nHis safe butt was all fucked up, as he had me laughin\nGod you see how he was laid out, in the grass\nwith dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out\nBlood leakin from his teeth he smiled like he gunned out\nBig bolo, stackin his shit financed a Volvo\nHe copped his shit from a small, coffeeshop in SoHo\nHe still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East\nPosin like he rappin out...","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.45] Shake them niggaz\n[00:02.95] Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout\n[00:05.78] Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields\n[00:08.62] She's a rich fiend, sacrifice her fam, shift them niggaz\n[00:11.52] to Queens, Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans\n[00:14.13] Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known tone\n[00:16.78] A Wally kingpin, who also slam and strike edition\n[00:19.84] Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me\n[00:22.90] Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only\n[00:25.72] Grady with the gray beard, transport for him\n[00:28.43] Rockin Nike at? 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