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names)\n[00:33.59] Ask about me from the dope game (dope game)\n[00:35.14] But don't ask about me at all\n[00:36.92] All I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)\n[00:39.68] If I ever make a call (hello?)\n[00:40.82] Shit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws\n[00:42.73] Why fuck with me at all?\n[00:44.14] Pressure (pressure)\n[00:46.03] Hate a bitch that's too extra (extra)\n[00:47.39] Got her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)\n[00:48.99] Fuck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)\n[00:51.29] I'm on some other shit\n[00:53.06] I'm on some, yeah, I really, really like you\n[00:54.76] But I want you to really, really bring another bitch\n[00:56.63] And if you fuck with me, you'd really do the shit\n[00:58.64] I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\n[01:00.24] I really need a plug (really need you)\n[01:02.12] Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)\n[01:04.07] Fuck you thinkin' of?\n[01:05.48] Really, I really don't judge at all\n[01:07.10] Really, I really don't budge at all\n[01:09.04] Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\n[01:11.10] I really don't fuck with y'all\n[01:12.58] Really, really\n[01:13.27] I'm really too big for titles (I am)\n[01:15.08] I'm really my own idol (I am)\n[01:16.47] I really only like FNs\n[01:18.03] 'Cause them handguns, but they like rifles\n[01:20.50] I really got too many cars\n[01:22.33] I really be schoolin' my broads (baby)\n[01:23.90] I really like all my own stretch marks\n[01:26.32] I told 'em to stay out the gym (really?)\n[01:27.93] They like me, I be givin' 'em gems (that's game)\n[01:29.64] Then I come through and I free 'em (from lames)\n[01:31.44] They be like, \"Gotti, you genuine\n[01:33.01] We really into you, you not the same\" (really?)\n[01:35.16] I might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh\n[01:37.28] I sign more shit than Atlantic, uh\n[01:38.76] If I find a leak on my boat, he ghost (what's happenin'?)\n[01:40.79] This shit is not the Titanic, uh\n[01:42.67] Hundred-some shots, I 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'you '\n    start_ms: 94121\n  - text: 'not '\n    start_ms: 94240\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 94398\n  - text: 'same\" '\n    start_ms: 94557\n  - text: (really?)\n    start_ms: 94934\n- text: I might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh\n  start_ms: 95350\n  end_ms: 97230\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 95350\n  - text: 'might '\n    start_ms: 95470\n  - text: 'buy '\n    start_ms: 95630\n  - text: 'my '\n    start_ms: 95790\n  - text: 'bitch '\n    start_ms: 95950\n  - text: 'a '\n    start_ms: 96170\n  - text: 'lil'' '\n    start_ms: 96210\n  - text: 'Patek, '\n    start_ms: 96410\n  - text: uh\n    start_ms: 96950\n- text: I sign more shit than Atlantic, uh\n  start_ms: 97240\n  end_ms: 99080\n  words:\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 97240\n  - text: 'sign '\n    start_ms: 97480\n  - text: 'more '\n    start_ms: 97640\n  - text: 'shit '\n    start_ms: 97900\n  - text: 'than '\n    start_ms: 97960\n  - text: 'Atlantic, '\n    start_ms: 98120\n  - text: uh\n    start_ms: 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y'all\n  start_ms: 71100\n  end_ms: 72580\n- text: Really, really\n  start_ms: 72580\n  end_ms: 73270\n- text: I'm really too big for titles (I am)\n  start_ms: 73270\n  end_ms: 75080\n- text: I'm really my own idol (I am)\n  start_ms: 75080\n  end_ms: 76470\n- text: I really only like FNs\n  start_ms: 76470\n  end_ms: 78030\n- text: '''Cause them handguns, but they like rifles'\n  start_ms: 78030\n  end_ms: 80500\n- text: I really got too many cars\n  start_ms: 80500\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: I really be schoolin' my broads (baby)\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 83900\n- text: I really like all my own stretch marks\n  start_ms: 83900\n  end_ms: 86320\n- text: I told 'em to stay out the gym (really?)\n  start_ms: 86320\n  end_ms: 87930\n- text: They like me, I be givin' 'em gems (that's game)\n  start_ms: 87930\n  end_ms: 89640\n- text: Then I come through and I free 'em (from lames)\n  start_ms: 89640\n  end_ms: 91440\n- text: They be like, \"Gotti, you genuine\n  start_ms: 91440\n  end_ms: 93010\n- text: We really into you, you not the same\" (really?)\n  start_ms: 93010\n  end_ms: 95160\n- text: I might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh\n  start_ms: 95160\n  end_ms: 97280\n- text: I sign more shit than Atlantic, uh\n  start_ms: 97280\n  end_ms: 98760\n- text: If I find a leak on my boat, he ghost (what's happenin'?)\n  start_ms: 98760\n  end_ms: 100790\n- text: This shit is not the Titanic, uh\n  start_ms: 100790\n  end_ms: 102670\n- text: Hundred-some shots, I didn't panic\n  start_ms: 102670\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: You niggas more pussy than bitches\n  start_ms: 104450\n  end_ms: 105880\n- text: They softer than tissue, wet they lil' panties\n  start_ms: 105880\n  end_ms: 107840\n- text: Yeah, I learned this shit from my granny\n  start_ms: 107840\n  end_ms: 109820\n- text: I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\n  start_ms: 109820\n  end_ms: 111820\n- text: I really need a plug (really need you)\n  start_ms: 111820\n  end_ms: 113880\n- text: Really seekin' love 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132280\n  end_ms: 133910\n- text: I hope we know everybody strapped in the club (we strapped)\n  start_ms: 133910\n  end_ms: 136140\n- text: Choppa Gang, CMG 'cause a murder one, they ain't goin'\n  start_ms: 136140\n  end_ms: 138220\n- text: Free Shiesty and 42 Dugg (free Dugg)\n  start_ms: 138220\n  end_ms: 139510\n- text: This shit in my pores, a nigga a thug (a thug)\n  start_ms: 139510\n  end_ms: 141460\n- text: I'm really a gangster, I ain't goin' for nothin' (for nothin')\n  start_ms: 141460\n  end_ms: 143260\n- text: I really got big nuts, really gon' go for it\n  start_ms: 143260\n  end_ms: 145250\n- text: Fourth and thirty-one, I ain't doin' no puntin' (no puntin')\n  start_ms: 145250\n  end_ms: 147010\n- text: I drink too much syrup, I do too much fuckin'\n  start_ms: 147010\n  end_ms: 148870\n- text: I know I'm out of shape, I ain't doin' no runnin'\n  start_ms: 148870\n  end_ms: 150720\n- text: We caught him down bad, seven shots from the four, five, six\n  start_ms: 150720\n  end_ms: 152890\n- text: And them bullets hit him in the stomach\n  start_ms: 152890\n  end_ms: 154630\n- text: The other one missed him, that nigga was blessed (was blessed)\n  start_ms: 154630\n  end_ms: 156430\n- text: Six shots was critical, 'posed to been dead (been dead)\n  start_ms: 156430\n  end_ms: 158270\n- text: The shot that we missed 'posed to hit the boy head (his head)\n  start_ms: 158270\n  end_ms: 159790\n- text: And them six stomach shots should've been in the chest (in the chest)\n  start_ms: 159790\n  end_ms: 161810\n- text: I never stand down, so I always get off (on God)\n  start_ms: 161810\n  end_ms: 163610\n- text: We make them chopper bullets break his jaw (his jaw)\n  start_ms: 163610\n  end_ms: 165420\n- text: Whole lotta bodies droppin', lotta choppers poppin'\n  start_ms: 165420\n  end_ms: 167520\n- text: Lotta fast guns, no sawed-off (no sawed-off, blrrrd)\n  start_ms: 167520\n  end_ms: 169200\n- text: I'm what Jesus love (love)\n  start_ms: 169200\n  end_ms: 170890\n- text: I really need a plug (need a plug)\n  start_ms: 170890\n  end_ms: 172960\n- text: Really seekin' love (seekin' love)\n  start_ms: 172960\n  end_ms: 174560\n- text: Fuck you thinkin' of (thinkin' of, blrrrd)\n  start_ms: 174560\n  end_ms: 176140\n- text: Really, I really don't judge at all (at all)\n  start_ms: 176140\n  end_ms: 177910\n- text: Really, I really don't budge at all (at all)\n  start_ms: 177910\n  end_ms: 179770\n- text: Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\n  start_ms: 179770\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: I really don't fuck with y'all (on God)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 183320\n- text: Really, really\n  start_ms: 183320\n  end_ms: 185440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185440\nplain: |-\n  Frrrt\n  Yeah\n  Lock in\n  (KJ, let the beat knock)\n  Yeah\n\n  Lock in\n  Come get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)\n  Tote two Glocks, you locked in\n  If we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)\n  Earrings Chanel, two-fifty\n  Condo, Miami, four million\n  I don't give a fuck about no bitches (no bitches)\n  I don't give a fuck about no snitches (rats)\n\n  Ask about me, I don't play no games (I am)\n  Real big gangster, drop no names (no names)\n  Ask about me from the dope game (dope game)\n  But don't ask about me at all\n\n  All I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)\n  If I ever make a call (hello?)\n  Shit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws\n  Why fuck with me at all?\n  Pressure (pressure)\n  Hate a bitch that's too extra (extra)\n  Got her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)\n  Fuck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)\n\n  I'm on some other shit\n  I'm on some, yeah, I really, really like you\n  But I want you to really, really bring another bitch\n  And if you fuck with me, you'd really do the shit\n\n  I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\n  I really need a plug (really need you)\n  Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)\n  Fuck you thinkin' of?\n\n  Really, I 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in exchange for your hatin'\nI put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\nWe come through in Mercedes and shoot you\nYou'd think Call of Duty would make it\nBacon, I get my moolah off top\nHe don't give me my moolah, off top\nGive a damn what the naysayers say\nAnd we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\n\nNiggas ain't gon' kill shit\nI'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\nIt's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\nThis shit right here you can't deal with\nTwo ice cubes and some cognac\nSpent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\nSpent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\nRunnin' Aftermath in all black\nI'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\nLeave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\nGot the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\nKnockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\nPlease 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clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.57] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.76] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.82] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.82] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.67] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.01] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.16] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.08] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.04] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.19] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.25] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.27] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.32] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.58] Soulja!\n[04:52.47] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.90] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.81] 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Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n[01:36.29] They saying they killing shit\n[01:37.37] Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n[01:39.60] And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n[01:41.53] I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n[01:44.01] Fuck these niggas\n[01:45.31] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:49.48] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:53.40] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:57.55] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:59.25] Brand new Benz with the top down\n[02:01.95] In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n[02:03.95] I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n[02:05.98] Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n[02:08.02] Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n[02:10.12] Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n[02:12.03] And there ain't no discussion\n[02:13.69] It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n[02:15.63] I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n[02:17.91] My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n[02:19.72] They act like they 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don't give me my moolah, off top\n[03:00.91] Give a damn what the naysayers say\n[03:03.03] And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n[03:05.31] Fuck these niggas\n[03:07.27] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:10.99] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:15.09] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:19.29] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:21.82] Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n[03:22.93] I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n[03:24.88] It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n[03:26.95] This shit right here you can't deal with\n[03:29.04] Two ice cubes and some cognac\n[03:30.50] Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n[03:32.59] Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n[03:35.02] Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n[03:36.68] I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n[03:38.45] Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n[03:41.02] Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n[03:43.21] Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.39] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.47] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.15] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.14] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.61] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.55] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.00] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.18] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.76] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.64] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.88] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.92] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.95] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.66] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.91] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.55] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.73] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.88] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.89] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.62] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.04] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.18] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.05] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.03] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.13] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.28] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.25] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.36] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.57] Soulja!\n[04:52.42] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.82] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.84] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.16] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really (feat. 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Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n  Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n  Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n  Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n  Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n  Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n  And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n  That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n  Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n  Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n  I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n  Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n  Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n  Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n  Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n  They saying they killing shit\n  Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n  And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n  I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they 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start_ms: 142130\n  end_ms: 143980\n- text: Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n  start_ms: 143980\n  end_ms: 146170\n- text: Still got my .44 in the door\n  start_ms: 146170\n  end_ms: 148350\n- text: I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n  start_ms: 148350\n  end_ms: 150190\n- text: Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n  start_ms: 150190\n  end_ms: 152130\n- text: Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n  start_ms: 152130\n  end_ms: 154370\n- text: I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n  start_ms: 154370\n  end_ms: 156460\n- text: And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n  start_ms: 156460\n  end_ms: 158550\n- text: Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n  start_ms: 158550\n  end_ms: 160530\n- text: And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n  start_ms: 160530\n  end_ms: 164350\n- text: Blow your ass off the map\n  start_ms: 164350\n  end_ms: 166540\n- text: And you still 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Niggas sound silly\n  Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n  Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n  Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n  Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n  Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n  Better Google me\n  Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n  Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n  Back in running wood days and ride low\n  When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n  Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n  If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n  Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n  Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n  [?] empower the hittas\n  I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n  And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n  Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n  Cause real niggas livin' the same\n\n  My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n  My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\n  Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n  Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n  Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n  Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n  Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n  Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n  And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n  That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n  Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n  Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n  I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n  Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n  Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n  Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n  Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n  They saying they killing shit\n  Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n  And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n  I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n\n  Brand new Benz with the top down\n  In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n  I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n  Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n  Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n  Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n  And there ain't no discussion\n  It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n  I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n  My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n  They act like they know ain't no God\n  We so official, for sure, no facade\n  Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n  Still got my .44 in the door\n  I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n  Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n  Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n  I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n  And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n  Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n  And no disrespect, boy, 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down\n  Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n  Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n  Been all through New York with Diddy\n  My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n  And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n  Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n  Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n  Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n  Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n  I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n  And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n  And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n  Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n  And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n  Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n  Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n  Soulja!\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n"},{"id":3737671,"name":"Really","trackName":"Really","artistName":"Yo Gotti, BIG30 & CMG The Label","albumName":"Gangsta Art","duration":200.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Frrrt\nYeah\nLock in\n(KJ let the beat knock)\nYeah\n\nLock in\nCome get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)\nTote two Glocks, you locked in\nIf we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)\nEarrings Chanel, two-fifty\nCondo, Miami, four million\nI don't give a fuck about no bitches (no bitches)\nI don't give a fuck about no snitches (rats)\n\nAsk about me, I don't play no games (I am)\nReal big gangster, drop no names (no names)\nAsk about me from the dope game (dope game)\nBut don't ask about me at all\nAll I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)\nIf I ever makе a call (hello?)\nShit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws\nWhy fuck with me at all?\nPrеssure (pressure)\n\nHate a bitch that's too extra (extra)\nGot her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)\nFuck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)\nI'm on some other shit\nI'm on some,\"Yeah, I really, really like you,\nBut I want you to really, really bring another bitch\"\nAnd if you fuck with me, you'd really do the shit\n\nI'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\nI really need a plug (really need you)\nReally seekin' love (seekin' for it)\nFuck you thinkin' of?\nReally, I really don't judge at all\nReally, I really don't budge at all\nReally, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\nI really don't fuck with y'all\nReally, really\n\nI'm really too big for titles (I am)\nI'm really my own idol (I am)\nI really only like FNs\n'Cause them handguns, but they like rifles\nI really got too many cars\nI really be schoolin' my broads (baby)\nI really like all my own stretch marks\nI told 'em to stay out the gym (really?)\n\nThey like me, I be givin' 'em gems (that's game)\nThen I come through and I free 'em (from lames)\nThey be like, \"Gotti, you genuine\nWe really into you, you not the same\" (really?)\nI might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh\nI sign more shit than Atlantic, uh\n\nIf I find a leak on my boat, he ghost (what's happenin'?)\nThis shit is not the Titanic, uh\nHundred-some shots, I didn't panic\nYou niggas more pussy than bitches\nThey softer than tissue, wet they lil' panties\nYeah, I learned this shit from my granny\n\nI'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\nI really need a plug (really need you)\nReally seekin' love (seekin' for it)\nFuck you thinkin' of?\nReally, I really don't judge at all (at all)\nReally, I really don't budge at all (at all)\nReally, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\nI really don't fuck with y'all\nReally, really\n\nI really be posted all day, ski mask on\nStuffin' K clips, tryna catch me a skud (blrrrd)\nAnd I don't really fuck with nobody\nE.C.T.A.S., everybody catch them a slug (everybody)\nAnd pussy boy, everybody 'round me a thug (everybody)\nI hope we know everybody strapped in the club (we strapped)\nChoppa Gang, CMG cause a murder one, they ain't goin'\nFree Shiesty and 42 Dugg (free Dugg)\n\nThis shit in my pores, a nigga a thug (a thug)\nI'm really a gangster, I ain't goin' for nothin' (for nothin')\nI really got big nuts, really gon' go for it\nFourth and thirty-one, I ain't doin' no puntin' (no puntin')\nI drink too much syrup, I do too much fuckin'\nI know I'm out of shape, I ain't doin' no runnin'\nWe caught him down bad, seven shots from the four, five, six\nAnd them bullets hit him in the stomach\n\nThe other one missed him, that nigga was blessed (was blessed)\nSix shots was critical, 'posed to been dead (been dead)\nThe shot that we missed 'posed to hit the boy head (his head)\nAnd them six stomach shots should've been in the chest (in the chest)\nI never stand down, so I always get off (on God)\nWe make them chopper bullets break his jaw (his jaw)\nWhole lotta bodies droppin', lotta choppers poppin'\nLotta fast guns, no sawed-off (no sawed-off, blrrrd)\n\nI'm what Jesus love (love)\nI really need a plug (need a plug)\nReally seekin' love (seekin' love)\nFuck you thinkin' of (thinkin' of, blrrrd)\nReally, I really don't judge at all (at all)\nReally, I really don't budge at all (at all)\nReally, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\nI really don't fuck with y'all (on God)\nReally, really","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] Frrrt\n[00:04.91] Yeah\n[00:06.82] Lock in\n[00:11.14] (KJ let the beat knock)\n[00:12.37] Yeah\n[00:15.03] Lock in\n[00:16.03] Come get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)\n[00:18.84] Tote two Glocks, you locked in\n[00:20.61] If we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)\n[00:22.58] Earrings Chanel, two-fifty\n[00:24.02] Condo, Miami, four million\n[00:26.24] I don't give a fuck about no bitches (no bitches)\n[00:28.04] I don't give a fuck about no snitches (rats)\n[00:29.89] Ask about me, I don't play no games (I am)\n[00:31.75] Real big gangster, drop no names (no names)\n[00:33.59] Ask about me from the dope game (dope game)\n[00:35.24] But don't ask about me at all\n[00:36.79] All I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)\n[00:39.08] If I ever makе a call (hello?)\n[00:40.48] Shit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws\n[00:42.89] Why fuck with me at all?\n[00:44.60] Prеssure (pressure)\n[00:46.04] Hate a bitch that's too extra (extra)\n[00:47.47] Got her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)\n[00:49.26] Fuck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)\n[00:51.07] I'm on some other shit\n[00:52.92] I'm on some,\"Yeah, I really, really like you,\n[00:54.74] But I want you to really, really bring another bitch\"\n[00:56.93] And if you fuck with me, you'd really do the shit\n[00:58.48] I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)\n[01:00.11] I really need a plug (really need you)\n[01:02.15] Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)\n[01:04.09] Fuck you thinkin' of?\n[01:05.33] Really, I really don't judge at all\n[01:07.20] Really, I really don't budge at all\n[01:09.06] Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)\n[01:11.36] I really don't fuck with y'all\n[01:12.72] Really, 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Niggas sound silly\nWanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\nFree my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\nSold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\nWho you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\nThink I give a fuck about the industry?\nBetter Google me\nBoy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\nBoy, I had a white car back in '04\nBack in running wood days and ride low\nWhen bein' a street nigga really meant something\nNow niggas sell his soul for a follow\nIf you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\nTake pictures with guns so that make you a killer\nNah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[?] empower the hittas\nI'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\nAnd I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\nOr I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\nCause real niggas livin' the same\n\nMy auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\nMy partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\nReally, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my 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my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\nI don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\nLet him and the police hear how the Glock sound\nComin' with the bullshit, get shot down\nSucker free, no fly zone in my town\nAnd there ain't no discussion\nIt's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\nI promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\nMy young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\nThey act like they know ain't no God\nWe so official, for sure, no facade\nTrap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\nStill got my .44 in the door\nI'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\nCement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\nUnderestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\nI hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\nAnd can't nobody handle you the way I do\nGive your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\nAnd no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\nBlow your ass off the map\nAnd you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\nMy demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\nI put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\nWe come through in Mercedes and shoot you\nYou'd think Call of Duty would make it\nBacon, I get my moolah off top\nHe don't give me my moolah, off top\nGive a damn what the naysayers say\nAnd we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\n\nNiggas ain't gon' kill shit\nI'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\nIt's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\nThis shit right here you can't deal with\nTwo ice cubes and some cognac\nSpent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\nSpent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\nRunnin' Aftermath in all black\nI'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\nLeave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\nGot the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\nKnockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\nPlease that's Jeezy the Snowman\nComin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\nSaid I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\nPuttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\nDon't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\nDon't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\nMy handle's dumb, I had no gun\nFuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\nI bear arms like Durantula\nThis rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\nAnd everybody gotta die, put them candles up\nHow you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\nAnd for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\nI can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\nAnd when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\nTo let a nigga know it's goin' down\nFuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\nGo A$AP Ferg on you niggas\nBeen all through New York with Diddy\nMy verse'll Schmurda you niggas\nAnd that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\nTake shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\nGot a shotty in a backpack, napsack\nShawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\nLike Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\nI will still be the pilot that light up the stove\nAnd be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\nAnd tell niggas that Detox come out this October\nLike Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\nAnd verses like this'll get me a new Rover\nGet you a new home and it's in a casket\nYour funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\nSoulja!\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.46] Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo\n[00:06.38] Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo\n[00:08.19] Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed\n[00:09.97] Got money in the bank and money on my head\n[00:12.00] Really? Niggas sound silly\n[00:13.83] Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n[00:15.61] Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n[00:17.71] Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n[00:19.89] Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n[00:21.80] Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n[00:23.95] Better Google me\n[00:25.95] Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n[00:28.05] Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n[00:30.05] Back in running wood days and ride low\n[00:32.18] When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n[00:34.13] Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n[00:36.13] If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n[00:38.24] Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n[00:40.28] Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[00:42.83] [?] empower the hittas\n[00:44.70] I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n[00:47.02] And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n[00:48.73] Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n[00:51.78] Cause real niggas livin' the same\n[00:53.77] My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n[00:57.15] My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\n[01:01.39] Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n[01:02.93] Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n[01:05.47] Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n[01:07.47] Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n[01:09.55] Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n[01:12.53] Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n[01:14.65] And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n[01:16.64] That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n[01:19.21] Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n[01:23.76] Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n[01:26.07] I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n[01:27.81] Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n[01:29.68] Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n[01:31.75] Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n[01:33.51] Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n[01:36.23] They saying they killing shit\n[01:37.31] Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n[01:39.67] And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n[01:41.59] I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n[01:44.09] Fuck these niggas\n[01:45.39] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:49.42] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:53.43] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:57.58] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:59.25] Brand new Benz with the top down\n[02:01.94] In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n[02:03.90] I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n[02:05.99] Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n[02:08.02] Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n[02:10.18] Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n[02:12.05] And there ain't no discussion\n[02:13.63] It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n[02:15.62] I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n[02:17.93] My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n[02:19.79] They act like they 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sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.33] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.41] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.17] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.12] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.63] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.53] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.08] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.15] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.79] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.64] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.69] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.87] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.98] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.98] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.60] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.93] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.57] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.76] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.82] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.82] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.67] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.01] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.16] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.08] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.04] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.19] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.25] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.27] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.32] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.58] Soulja!\n[04:52.47] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.90] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.13] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.09] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really (feat. 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They act like they know ain't no God\n[02:20.42] We so official, for sure, no facade\n[02:22.31] Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n[02:25.19] Still got my .44 in the door\n[02:26.91] I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n[02:28.74] Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n[02:30.78] Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n[02:33.46] I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n[02:35.32] And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n[02:37.12] Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n[02:39.99] And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n[02:41.79] Blow your ass off the map\n[02:45.40] And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n[02:47.23] My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n[02:49.16] I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n[02:51.16] We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n[02:54.89] You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n[02:55.72] Bacon, I get my moolah off 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buttoned up sleeves\n[03:44.05] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:45.97] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:48.77] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:50.64] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:52.47] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:54.47] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:57.38] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[03:58.23] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.73] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.78] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:04.66] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:06.42] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:08.27] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.12] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:12.96] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:15.60] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.47] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:19.23] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:21.16] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:23.06] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:24.91] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.69] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:29.53] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:31.42] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:33.37] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:36.02] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:37.63] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:39.75] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:42.63] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:44.49] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:46.30] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:48.19] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:50.96] Soulja!\n[04:51.86] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.63] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:54.74] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.24] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:04.92] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.97] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: Game feat. 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194170\n- text: Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  start_ms: 194170\n  end_ms: 198650\n- text: Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  start_ms: 198650\n  end_ms: 200590\n- text: Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n  start_ms: 200590\n  end_ms: 202380\n- text: I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n  start_ms: 202380\n  end_ms: 204130\n- text: It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n  start_ms: 204130\n  end_ms: 205960\n- text: This shit right here you can't deal with\n  start_ms: 205960\n  end_ms: 208700\n- text: Two ice cubes and some cognac\n  start_ms: 208700\n  end_ms: 209770\n- text: Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n  start_ms: 209770\n  end_ms: 211780\n- text: Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n  start_ms: 211780\n  end_ms: 214410\n- text: Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n  start_ms: 214410\n  end_ms: 215370\n- text: I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n  start_ms: 215370\n  end_ms: 217100\n- text: Leave all of you niggas with 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Niggas sound silly\n  Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n  Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n  Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n  Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n  Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n  Pussy Ass Nigga Better Google me\n  Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n  Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n  Back in running wood days and ride low\n  When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n  Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n  If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n  Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n  Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n  [?] empower the hittas\n  I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n  And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n  Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n  Cause real niggas livin' the same\n\n  My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n  My partner did a decade so what the fuck you 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Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n\n  Brand new Benz with the top down\n  In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n  I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n  Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n  Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n  Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n  And there ain't no discussion\n  It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n  I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n  My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n  They act like they know ain't no God\n  We so official, for sure, no facade\n  Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n  Still got my .44 in the door\n  I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n  Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n  Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n  I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n  And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n  Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n  And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n  Blow your ass off the map\n  And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n  My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n  I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n  We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n  You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n  Bacon, I get my moolah off top\n  He don't give me my moolah, off top\n  Give a damn what the naysayers say\n  And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n\n  Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n  I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n  It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n  This shit right here you can't deal with\n  Two ice cubes and some cognac\n  Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n  Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n  Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n  I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n  Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n  Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n  Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n  Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n  Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n  Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n  Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n  Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n  Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n  My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n  Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n  I bear arms like Durantula\n  This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n  And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n  How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n  And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n  I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n  And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n  To let a nigga know 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Niggas sound silly\n[00:13.89] Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n[00:15.66] Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n[00:17.76] Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n[00:19.84] Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n[00:21.81] Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n[00:23.97] Better Google me\n[00:25.91] Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n[00:28.02] Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n[00:30.04] Back in running wood days and ride low\n[00:32.14] When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n[00:34.11] Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n[00:36.15] If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n[00:38.28] Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n[00:40.23] Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[00:42.86] [?] empower the hittas\n[00:44.75] I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n[00:47.09] And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n[00:48.72] Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n[00:51.76] Cause real niggas livin' the same\n[00:53.77] My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n[00:57.15] My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\n[01:01.36] Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n[01:02.90] Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n[01:05.47] Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n[01:07.43] Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n[01:09.50] Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n[01:12.57] Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n[01:14.55] And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n[01:16.62] That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n[01:19.20] Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n[01:23.75] Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n[01:26.01] I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n[01:27.87] Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n[01:29.61] Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n[01:31.76] Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n[01:33.58] Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n[01:36.29] They saying they killing shit\n[01:37.37] Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n[01:39.60] And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n[01:41.53] I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n[01:44.01] Fuck these niggas\n[01:45.31] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:49.48] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:53.40] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:57.55] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:59.25] Brand new Benz with the top down\n[02:01.95] In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n[02:03.95] I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n[02:05.98] Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n[02:08.02] Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n[02:10.12] Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n[02:12.03] And there ain't no discussion\n[02:13.69] It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n[02:15.63] I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n[02:17.91] My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n[02:19.72] They act like they know ain't no God\n[02:22.13] We so official, for sure, no facade\n[02:23.98] Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n[02:26.17] Still got my .44 in the door\n[02:28.35] I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n[02:30.19] Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n[02:32.13] Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n[02:34.37] I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n[02:36.46] And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n[02:38.55] Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n[02:40.53] And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n[02:44.35] Blow your ass off the map\n[02:46.54] And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n[02:48.60] My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n[02:50.66] I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n[02:52.77] We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n[02:55.31] You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n[02:56.68] Bacon, I get my moolah off top\n[02:58.75] He don't give me my moolah, off top\n[03:00.91] Give a damn what the naysayers say\n[03:03.03] And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n[03:05.31] Fuck these niggas\n[03:07.27] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:10.99] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:15.09] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:19.29] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:21.82] Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n[03:22.93] I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n[03:24.88] It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n[03:26.95] This shit right here you can't deal with\n[03:29.04] Two ice cubes and some cognac\n[03:30.50] Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n[03:32.59] Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n[03:35.02] Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n[03:36.68] I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n[03:38.45] Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n[03:41.02] Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n[03:43.21] Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.39] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.47] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.15] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.14] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.61] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.55] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.00] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.18] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.76] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.64] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.88] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.92] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.95] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.66] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.91] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.55] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.73] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.88] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.89] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.62] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.04] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.18] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.05] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.03] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.13] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.28] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.25] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.36] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.57] Soulja!\n[04:52.42] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.82] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.84] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.16] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: The Game, 2 Chainz, T.I., Soulja Boy, Yo Gotti\n  album: 'Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf'\n  duration_ms: 326000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 6310\n- text: Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo\n  start_ms: 6310\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Got money in the bank and money on my head\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12000\n- text: Really? 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Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n  Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n  Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n  Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n  Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n  Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n  And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n  That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n  Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n  Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n  I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n  Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n  Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n  Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n  Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n  They saying they killing shit\n  Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n  And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n  I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they 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Niggas sound silly\nWanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\nFree my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\nSold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\nWho you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\nThink I give a fuck about the industry?\nBetter Google me\nBoy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\nBoy, I had a white car back in '04\nBack in running wood days and ride low\nWhen bein' a street nigga really meant something\nNow niggas sell his soul for a follow\nIf you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\nTake pictures with guns so that make you a killer\nNah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[?] empower the hittas\nI'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\nAnd I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\nOr I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\nCause real niggas livin' the same\n\nMy auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\nMy partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\nReally, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\nCausin' all this racket, no tennis court\nReally made a million in a kitchen fork\nSkrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\nOften offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\nNeed me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\nAnd freak me and pass me to all of her friends\nThat's what it is, verbal telekinesis\nKorrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\nKeep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\nI still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\nGot a fresh hairline from Peter\nGot me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\nGive it to 'em direct just like Jeter\nNiggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\nThey saying they killing shit\nGot me an A and a K and a 220 trey\nAnd a [?] hit might burn a little bit\nI'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\n\nBrand new Benz with the top down\nIn my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\nI don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\nLet him and the police hear how the Glock sound\nComin' with the bullshit, get shot down\nSucker free, no fly zone in my town\nAnd there ain't no discussion\nIt's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\nI promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\nMy young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\nThey act like they know ain't no God\nWe so official, for sure, no facade\nTrap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\nStill got my .44 in the door\nI'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\nCement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\nUnderestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\nI hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\nAnd can't nobody handle you the way I do\nGive your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\nAnd no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\nBlow your ass off the map\nAnd you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\nMy demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\nI put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\nWe come through in Mercedes and shoot you\nYou'd think Call of Duty would make it\nBacon, I get my moolah off top\nHe don't give me my moolah, off top\nGive a damn what the naysayers say\nAnd we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\n\nNiggas ain't gon' kill shit\nI'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\nIt's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\nThis shit right here you can't deal with\nTwo ice cubes and some cognac\nSpent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\nSpent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\nRunnin' Aftermath in all black\nI'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\nLeave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\nGot the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\nKnockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\nPlease that's Jeezy the Snowman\nComin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\nSaid I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\nPuttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\nDon't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\nDon't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\nMy handle's dumb, I had no gun\nFuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\nI bear arms like Durantula\nThis rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\nAnd everybody gotta die, put them candles up\nHow you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\nAnd for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\nI can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\nAnd when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\nTo let a nigga know it's goin' down\nFuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\nGo A$AP Ferg on you niggas\nBeen all through New York with Diddy\nMy verse'll Schmurda you niggas\nAnd that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\nTake shots 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Niggas sound silly\n[00:13.89] Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n[00:15.66] Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n[00:17.76] Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n[00:19.84] Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n[00:21.81] Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n[00:23.97] Better Google me\n[00:25.91] Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n[00:28.02] Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n[00:30.04] Back in running wood days and ride low\n[00:32.14] When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n[00:34.11] Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n[00:36.15] If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n[00:38.28] Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n[00:40.23] Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[00:42.86] [?] empower the hittas\n[00:44.75] I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n[00:47.09] And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n[00:48.72] Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n[00:51.76] Cause real niggas livin' the same\n[00:53.77] My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n[00:57.15] My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\n[01:01.36] Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n[01:02.90] Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n[01:05.47] Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n[01:07.43] Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n[01:09.50] Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n[01:12.57] Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n[01:14.55] And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n[01:16.62] That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n[01:19.20] Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n[01:23.75] Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n[01:26.01] I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n[01:27.87] Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n[01:29.61] Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n[01:31.76] Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n[01:33.58] Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n[01:36.29] They saying they killing shit\n[01:37.37] Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n[01:39.60] And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n[01:41.53] I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n[01:44.01] Fuck these niggas\n[01:45.31] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:49.48] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:53.40] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:57.55] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:59.25] Brand new Benz with the top down\n[02:01.95] In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n[02:03.95] I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n[02:05.98] Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n[02:08.02] Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n[02:10.12] Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n[02:12.03] And there ain't no discussion\n[02:13.69] It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n[02:15.63] I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n[02:17.91] My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n[02:19.72] They act like they 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don't give me my moolah, off top\n[03:00.91] Give a damn what the naysayers say\n[03:03.03] And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n[03:05.31] Fuck these niggas\n[03:07.27] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:10.99] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:15.09] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:19.29] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:21.82] Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n[03:22.93] I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n[03:24.88] It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n[03:26.95] This shit right here you can't deal with\n[03:29.04] Two ice cubes and some cognac\n[03:30.50] Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n[03:32.59] Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n[03:35.02] Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n[03:36.68] I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n[03:38.45] Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n[03:41.02] Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n[03:43.21] Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.39] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.47] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.15] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.14] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.61] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.55] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.00] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.18] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.76] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.64] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.88] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.92] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.95] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.66] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.91] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.55] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.73] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.88] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.89] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.62] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.04] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.18] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.05] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.03] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.13] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.28] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.25] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.36] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.57] Soulja!\n[04:52.42] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.82] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.84] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.16] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: The Game, 2 Chainz, T.I., Soulja Boy, Yo Gotti\n  album: 'Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf'\n  duration_ms: 323000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 6310\n- text: Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo\n  start_ms: 6310\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Got money in the bank and money on my head\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12000\n- text: Really? 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Niggas sound silly\nWanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\nFree my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\nSold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\nWho you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\nThink I give a fuck about the industry?\nBetter Google me\nBoy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\nBoy, I had a white car back in '04\nBack in running wood days and ride low\nWhen bein' a street nigga really meant something\nNow niggas sell his soul for a follow\nIf you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\nTake pictures with guns so that make you a killer\nNah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[?] empower the hittas\nI'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\nAnd I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\nOr I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\nCause real niggas livin' the same\n\nMy auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\nMy partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\nReally, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my 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sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.39] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.47] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.15] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.14] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.61] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.55] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.00] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.18] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.76] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.64] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.88] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.92] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.95] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.66] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.91] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.55] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.73] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.88] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.89] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.62] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.04] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.18] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.05] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.03] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.13] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.28] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.25] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.36] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.57] Soulja!\n[04:52.42] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.82] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.84] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.16] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: The Game, 2 Chainz, T.I., Soulja Boy, Yo Gotti\n  album: 'Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf'\n  duration_ms: 332000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo\n  start_ms: 4400\n  end_ms: 6310\n- text: Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo\n  start_ms: 6310\n  end_ms: 8120\n- text: Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed\n  start_ms: 8120\n  end_ms: 9920\n- text: Got money in the bank and money on my head\n  start_ms: 9920\n  end_ms: 12000\n- text: Really? 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Niggas sound silly\nWanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\nFree my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\nSold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\nWho you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\nThink I give a fuck about the industry?\nBetter Google me\nBoy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\nBoy, I had a white car back in '04\nBack in running wood days and ride low\nWhen bein' a street nigga really meant something\nNow niggas sell his soul for a follow\nIf you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\nTake pictures with guns so that make you a killer\nNah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[?] empower the hittas\nI'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\nAnd I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\nOr I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\nCause real niggas livin' the same\n\nMy auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\nMy partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\nReally, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my 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my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\nI don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\nLet him and the police hear how the Glock sound\nComin' with the bullshit, get shot down\nSucker free, no fly zone in my town\nAnd there ain't no discussion\nIt's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\nI promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\nMy young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\nThey act like they know ain't no God\nWe so official, for sure, no facade\nTrap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\nStill got my .44 in the door\nI'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\nCement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\nUnderestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\nI hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\nAnd can't nobody handle you the way I do\nGive your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\nAnd no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\nBlow your ass off the map\nAnd you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\nMy demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\nI put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\nWe come through in Mercedes and shoot you\nYou'd think Call of Duty would make it\nBacon, I get my moolah off top\nHe don't give me my moolah, off top\nGive a damn what the naysayers say\nAnd we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\n\nNiggas ain't gon' kill shit\nI'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\nIt's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\nThis shit right here you can't deal with\nTwo ice cubes and some cognac\nSpent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\nSpent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\nRunnin' Aftermath in all black\nI'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\nLeave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\nGot the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\nKnockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\nPlease that's Jeezy the Snowman\nComin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\nSaid I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\nPuttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\nDon't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\nDon't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\nMy handle's dumb, I had no gun\nFuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\nI bear arms like Durantula\nThis rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\nAnd everybody gotta die, put them candles up\nHow you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\nAnd for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\nI can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\nAnd when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\nTo let a nigga know it's goin' down\nFuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\nGo A$AP Ferg on you niggas\nBeen all through New York with Diddy\nMy verse'll Schmurda you niggas\nAnd that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\nTake shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\nGot a shotty in a backpack, napsack\nShawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\nLike Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\nI will still be the pilot that light up the stove\nAnd be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\nAnd tell niggas that Detox come out this October\nLike Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\nAnd verses like this'll get me a new Rover\nGet you a new home and it's in a casket\nYour funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\nSoulja!\n\nFuck these niggas\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me\nNiggas say they gon' kill me","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.40] Fuck buyin' jewelry, buyin' ammo\n[00:06.31] Teflon, bulletproof the Lambo\n[00:08.12] Hate rats, got my niggas in the fed\n[00:09.92] Got money in the bank and money on my head\n[00:12.00] Really? Niggas sound silly\n[00:13.89] Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n[00:15.66] Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n[00:17.76] Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n[00:19.84] Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n[00:21.81] Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n[00:23.97] Better Google me\n[00:25.91] Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n[00:28.02] Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n[00:30.04] Back in running wood days and ride low\n[00:32.14] When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n[00:34.11] Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n[00:36.15] If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n[00:38.28] Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n[00:40.23] Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n[00:42.86] [?] empower the hittas\n[00:44.75] I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n[00:47.09] And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n[00:48.72] Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n[00:51.76] Cause real niggas livin' the same\n[00:53.77] My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n[00:57.15] My partner did a decade so what the fuck you really mean?\n[01:01.36] Really, ho, Billie Jean jackets in my video\n[01:02.90] Causin' all this racket, no tennis court\n[01:05.47] Really made a million in a kitchen fork\n[01:07.43] Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, dinner fork\n[01:09.50] Often offended, I told that bitch to get out when she finished\n[01:12.57] Need me a bitch that gon' suck me and fuck me\n[01:14.55] And freak me and pass me to all of her friends\n[01:16.62] That's what it is, verbal telekinesis\n[01:19.20] Korrupt mixed with Jesus, Big Meech mixed with Yeezus\n[01:23.75] Keep playin' them games and get shot from them bleachers\n[01:26.01] I still got my stripes when I'm not wearing Adidas\n[01:27.87] Got a fresh hairline from Peter\n[01:29.61] Got me a hockey mask, choppers, started talking fast\n[01:31.76] Give it to 'em direct just like Jeter\n[01:33.58] Niggas ain't killing shit, niggas they playing\n[01:36.29] They saying they killing shit\n[01:37.37] Got me an A and a K and a 220 trey\n[01:39.60] And a [?] hit might burn a little bit\n[01:41.53] I'm like, \"Really, little bitches, say really\"\n[01:44.01] Fuck these niggas\n[01:45.31] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:49.48] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:53.40] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:57.55] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[01:59.25] Brand new Benz with the top down\n[02:01.95] In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n[02:03.95] I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n[02:05.98] Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n[02:08.02] Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n[02:10.12] Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n[02:12.03] And there ain't no discussion\n[02:13.69] It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n[02:15.63] I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n[02:17.91] My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n[02:19.72] They act like they know ain't no God\n[02:22.13] We so official, for sure, no facade\n[02:23.98] Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n[02:26.17] Still got my .44 in the door\n[02:28.35] I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n[02:30.19] Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n[02:32.13] Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n[02:34.37] I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n[02:36.46] And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n[02:38.55] Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n[02:40.53] And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n[02:44.35] Blow your ass off the map\n[02:46.54] And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n[02:48.60] My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n[02:50.66] I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n[02:52.77] We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n[02:55.31] You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n[02:56.68] Bacon, I get my moolah off top\n[02:58.75] He don't give me my moolah, off top\n[03:00.91] Give a damn what the naysayers say\n[03:03.03] And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n[03:05.31] Fuck these niggas\n[03:07.27] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:10.99] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:15.09] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:19.29] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[03:21.82] Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n[03:22.93] I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n[03:24.88] It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n[03:26.95] This shit right here you can't deal with\n[03:29.04] Two ice cubes and some cognac\n[03:30.50] Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n[03:32.59] Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n[03:35.02] Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n[03:36.68] I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n[03:38.45] Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n[03:41.02] Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n[03:43.21] Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n[03:45.52] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:47.39] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:49.47] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:52.15] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:54.14] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:55.61] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:58.55] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[04:00.00] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.18] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.76] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:05.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:07.64] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:09.88] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.92] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:13.95] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:16.66] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.91] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:20.55] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:22.76] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:24.73] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:26.88] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.84] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:30.89] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:32.62] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:35.04] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:37.18] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:39.05] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:41.03] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:43.13] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:45.28] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:47.25] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:49.36] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:51.57] Soulja!\n[04:52.42] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.82] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:57.81] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.84] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.16] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:08.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: The Game T.I. 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They act like they know ain't no God\n[02:20.42] We so official, for sure, no facade\n[02:22.32] Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n[02:25.18] Still got my .44 in the door\n[02:26.98] I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n[02:28.70] Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n[02:30.61] Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n[02:33.46] I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n[02:35.33] And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n[02:37.17] Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n[02:39.93] And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n[02:41.76] Blow your ass off the map\n[02:45.45] And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n[02:47.28] My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n[02:49.17] I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n[02:51.16] We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n[02:54.87] You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n[02:55.76] Bacon, I get my moolah off 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buttoned up sleeves\n[03:44.02] Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n[03:45.99] Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n[03:48.73] Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n[03:50.65] Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n[03:52.44] Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n[03:54.48] Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n[03:57.33] My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n[03:58.22] Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n[04:02.74] I bear arms like Durantula\n[04:03.70] This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n[04:04.68] And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n[04:06.47] How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n[04:08.22] And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n[04:11.13] I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n[04:12.92] And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n[04:15.61] To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n[04:17.50] Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n[04:19.21] Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n[04:21.13] Been all through New York with Diddy\n[04:23.07] My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n[04:24.96] And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n[04:28.62] Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n[04:29.52] Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n[04:31.48] Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n[04:33.39] Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n[04:36.00] I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n[04:37.63] And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n[04:39.77] And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n[04:42.66] Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n[04:44.49] And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n[04:46.32] Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n[04:48.18] Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n[04:50.98] Soulja!\n[04:51.86] Fuck these niggas\n[04:53.64] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[04:54.73] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:01.24] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:04.97] Niggas say they gon' kill me\n[05:06.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Really\n  artist: The Game feat. 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Niggas sound silly\n  Wanna talk money, yeah, count it, ten milli\n  Free my nigga Meek Milly, bad bitch out of Philly\n  Sold that white girl so I guess I sold Iggy\n  Who you think I give a fuck about, an enemy?\n  Think I give a fuck about the industry?\n  Pussy Ass Nigga Better Google me\n  Boy, I really made a million out the fuckin' streets\n  Boy, I had a white car back in '04\n  Back in running wood days and ride low\n  When bein' a street nigga really meant something\n  Now niggas sell his soul for a follow\n  If you wanna talk streets, what it mean to you, nigga?\n  Take pictures with guns so that make you a killer\n  Nah, LA Reid gave me that check today\n  [?] empower the hittas\n  I'm Crenshaw at Fatburger, fuckin' with Nipsey\n  And I bet you I'm rockin' my chains\n  Or I'm in the Watts with Jay Rock or slidin' through Compton with Game\n  Cause real niggas livin' the same\n\n  My auntie did 20 years, my pop did like 16\n  My partner did a decade so what the fuck you 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Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n\n  Brand new Benz with the top down\n  In my old neighborhood, all the cop 'round\n  I don't give a fuck, motherfucker, act up\n  Let him and the police hear how the Glock sound\n  Comin' with the bullshit, get shot down\n  Sucker free, no fly zone in my town\n  And there ain't no discussion\n  It's simple, you try me we gon' get to bustin'\n  I promise, my nigga, you want it, my nigga?\n  My young niggas ready, they goin' on guard\n  They act like they know ain't no God\n  We so official, for sure, no facade\n  Trap nigga shine like I glow in the dark\n  Still got my .44 in the door\n  I'm not finna play with you, homie get laid with you\n  Cement your feet, then it's off in the lake with you\n  Underestimate you, that mistake I couldn't make with you\n  I hit you with the K, myself and show you what the paper do\n  And can't nobody handle you the way I do\n  Give your boy a K or two, kill you in a day or two\n  And no disrespect, boy, you violate me, we gon' handle that\n  Blow your ass off the map\n  And you still reachin' your hand out for no dap\n  My demonstration in exchange for your hatin'\n  I put this flame all in your face, boy you fakin'\n  We come through in Mercedes and shoot you\n  You'd think Call of Duty would make it\n  Bacon, I get my moolah off top\n  He don't give me my moolah, off top\n  Give a damn what the naysayers say\n  And we waitin' a day in the A with the K and I'm gone\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n\n  Niggas ain't gon' kill shit\n  I'm ridin' 'round, 7 pounds, nigga, Will Smith\n  It's a whole heck of y'all and a whole deck of cards\n  This shit right here you can't deal with\n  Two ice cubes and some cognac\n  Spent some time in twin towers, I ain't goin' back\n  Spent my commissary on some M&M's thinkin' I was Eminem\n  Runnin' Aftermath in all black\n  I'll slaughter your house with 5 9's\n  Leave all of you niggas with crooked eyes\n  Got the Louisville Slugger, Big Papi Ortiz\n  Knockin' every button off your buttoned up sleeves\n  Please that's Jeezy the Snowman\n  Comin' straight to your window like Bruh Man\n  Said I ain't killin' your dog but stealin' my hog conscience\n  Puttin' bullets in your doberman, don't fuck with Compton\n  Don't you fuck with Kendrick, don't fuck with Problem\n  Don't fuck with YG, I'm Mr. Miyagi, Daniel San, I handle them\n  My handle's dumb, I had no gun\n  Fuck around, stomp you out in these Durant's or somethin'\n  I bear arms like Durantula\n  This rocket launcher'll blow your whole fuckin' mansion up\n  And everybody gotta die, put them candles up\n  How you get caught up in the web with tarantulas?\n  And for you fuckin' dumb niggas, let me slow it down\n  I can screw you like Pimp and Big Moe around\n  And when a nigga say \"Timber\", you don't need Ricky Rubio\n  To let a nigga know it's goin' down\n  Fuck you clowns, yeah I put the word on you niggas\n  Go A$AP Ferg on you niggas\n  Been all through New York with Diddy\n  My verse'll Schmurda you niggas\n  And that's not a shot at T.I.P. or a shot at Gotti\n  Take shots of Ciroc in a black Bugatti\n  Got a shotty in a backpack, napsack\n  Shawty got a black MAC 11, I will catch that body\n  Like Nasir and Hov when I'm 40 years old\n  I will still be the pilot that light up the stove\n  And be cookin' that crack 'til the Doctor come back\n  And tell niggas that Detox come out this October\n  Like Ol' Dirty Bastard, I'm finally sober\n  And verses like this'll get me a new Rover\n  Get you a new home and it's in a casket\n  Your funeral boring, I'm glad that it's over\n  Soulja!\n\n  Fuck these niggas\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n  Niggas say they gon' kill me\n"}]