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Real niggas, what's up?\n  Know my pops from Memphis\n  I use to got out there every summer as a kid, know what I mean?\n  Ride around listening to the O'Jays and shit\n  Only thing I Pools to do is loop the beat again\n  I came back strong Adrien Peterson\n  They wanted to smoke dust so I brought them leader in\n  See you at the cross roads that's if we ever meet again\n  School never let's out, a lot of shit you never know\n  Sitting on the mother-load these niggas telling tho\n  Fell back I can't be around y'all haters\n  Praying for my downfall, downfall prayers\n  Then you wonder why I be around ball players\n  Cause these niggas doing the Feds small favors\n  Yeah, I survived in the trenches\n  I reside where the strength is, salute North Memphis\n  They hollering D-Block on these blocks\n  10 pounds of mid green in my weed spot\n  I had a brick in a half in the feyot\n  Got on a seat belt watching for speed clocks\n  You see a road block you know you gotta detour\n  35 in the 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Damn\n[02:14.90] These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary\n[02:19.41] One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried\n[02:23.44] 99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you\n[02:26.50] You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal\n[02:32.64] Indite you, 25 life you, forreal\n[02:39.52] My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him\n[02:43.87] We're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it\n[02:46.81] Fuck 'em\n[02:52.73] Fuck 'em\n[02:55.52] My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it\n[02:59.63] Kill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck it\n[03:06.61] Fuck it\n[03:10.74] Fuck it\n[03:12.28] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck ’Em\n  artist: Yo Gotti\n  album: Concealed\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck Em\n  start_ms: 1220\n  end_ms: 2970\n- text: Yo Gotti\n  start_ms: 2970\n  end_ms: 3810\n- text: Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 23750\n- text: P.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 23750\n  end_ms: 29780\n- text: Fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 29780\n  end_ms: 30430\n- text: Fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 30430\n  end_ms: 52090\n- text: Young nigga, you got a nine, you're doing fine\n  start_ms: 52090\n  end_ms: 55850\n- text: Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'\n  start_ms: 55850\n  end_ms: 60460\n- text: I respect your grind\n  start_ms: 60460\n  end_ms: 64010\n- text: 252, I respect the 9\n  start_ms: 64010\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: And I know 9 niggas jellin', 3 of them tellin'\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 71670\n- text: I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons\n  start_ms: 71670\n  end_ms: 76990\n- text: 9 fresh off the slab\n  start_ms: 76990\n  end_ms: 80010\n- text: Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half\n  start_ms: 80010\n  end_ms: 84200\n- text: Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives\n  start_ms: 84200\n  end_ms: 88920\n- text: So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times\n  start_ms: 88920\n  end_ms: 99490\n- text: Shout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shops\n  start_ms: 99490\n  end_ms: 103060\n- text: With rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fed\n  start_ms: 103060\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 111230\n- text: And makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100\n  start_ms: 111230\n  end_ms: 117250\n- text: See niggas don't get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? 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Damn\n  start_ms: 117250\n  end_ms: 134900\n- text: These bitches temporary, my hustle necessary\n  start_ms: 134900\n  end_ms: 139410\n- text: One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried\n  start_ms: 139410\n  end_ms: 143440\n- text: 99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you\n  start_ms: 143440\n  end_ms: 146500\n- text: You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal\n  start_ms: 146500\n  end_ms: 152640\n- text: Indite you, 25 life you, forreal\n  start_ms: 152640\n  end_ms: 159520\n- text: My homie told me not to cross the plug, but fuck him\n  start_ms: 159520\n  end_ms: 163870\n- text: We're down bad, I told him what it was, so fuck it\n  start_ms: 163870\n  end_ms: 166810\n- text: Fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 166810\n  end_ms: 172730\n- text: Fuck 'em\n  start_ms: 172730\n  end_ms: 175520\n- text: My album drop, it may not sell a record, but fuck it\n  start_ms: 175520\n  end_ms: 179630\n- text: Kill a nigga, make them hoes respect it, fuck it\n  start_ms: 179630\n  end_ms: 186610\n- text: Fuck it\n  start_ms: 186610\n  end_ms: 190740\n- text: Fuck it\n  start_ms: 190740\n  end_ms: 192280\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 192280\nplain: |-\n  Fuck Em\n  Yo Gotti\n  Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em\n  P.O. told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em\n  Fuck 'em\n  Fuck 'em\n\n  Young nigga, you got a nine, you're doing fine\n  Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'\n  I respect your grind\n  252, I respect the 9\n  And I know 9 niggas jellin', 3 of them tellin'\n  I got 9 niggas with me, 8 of them are felons\n  9 fresh off the slab\n  Tell 'em fuck it, gon' front you the whole half\n  Pussy cat niggas, they got 9 lives\n  So I'ma try to kill 'em 9 times\n  Shout out to niggas on the block and the bitches in beauty shops\n  With rollers in their head, their niggas off in the fed\n  Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters\n  And makin' every visit, y'all the realest bitches ever, 100, 100\n\n  See niggas don't get it, my nigga, like, niggas talkin' 'bout they want a bad bitch, say a street nigga need a real bitch, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', nigga took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a nigga locked up for 9 days and a bitch gone. 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