[{"id":19495770,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck & Mr. Porter","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$hville - Young Buck","duration":266.396735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck & Mr. Porter\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$hville - Young Buck\n  duration_ms: 266397\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":3001521,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville (Explicit Version)","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":30345168,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":32371123,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Down South: 2000s Hip Hop Bangers","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: 'Down South: 2000s Hip Hop Bangers'\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":14350999,"name":"Look at Me Now","trackName":"Look at Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$hville: G Unit Collectors Edition, Vol. 2","duration":265.689125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: 'Straight Outta Ca$hville: G Unit Collectors Edition, Vol. 2'\n  duration_ms: 265689\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":14350843,"name":"Look at Me Now","trackName":"Look at Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$hville (deluxe version)","duration":266.396735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$hville (deluxe version)\n  duration_ms: 266397\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":13491192,"name":"Look at Me Now","trackName":"Look at Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$hville","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$hville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":13306722,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":26763312,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$hville","duration":268.486531,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$hville\n  duration_ms: 268487\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":25387028,"name":"Look at Me Now","trackName":"Look at Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville (Deluxe)","duration":266.396735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville (Deluxe)\n  duration_ms: 266397\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":16045858,"name":"Look At Me Now","trackName":"Look At Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck, Mr. Porter","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville","duration":266.346667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck, Mr. Porter\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266347\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":3001522,"name":"Look at Me Now (feat. 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Mr. Porter)","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now (feat. Mr. Porter)\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":3001856,"name":"Look at Me Now (Feat. 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When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now (Feat. Mr. Porter)\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$Hville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":31206057,"name":"Look At Me Now (feat. 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When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now (feat. Mr. Porte)\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":20249583,"name":"Look At Me Now Feat. Mr. Porter","trackName":"Look At Me Now Feat. 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When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now Feat. Mr. Porter\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$hville\n  duration_ms: 343975\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":17640373,"name":"Look At Me Now (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Look At Me Now (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Young Buck","albumName":"Straight Outta Cashville","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look At Me Now (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":15952918,"name":"Look at Me Now Ft. 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When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now Ft. Mr. Porter\n  artist: Young Buck\n  album: Straight Outta Cashville\n  duration_ms: 266397\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"},{"id":5200869,"name":"Look at Me Now","trackName":"Look at Me Now","artistName":"Young Buck Feat. Mr. Porter","albumName":"Straight Outta Ca$Hville","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\nGoin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\nSome Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\nBut The Things You Go Through In Life,\nMake You Who You Are\nLook At Me Now!\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\nFiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\nI'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\nYou See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\nWe Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\nFlag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\nOnce You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\nSee The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\nPlenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\nEven I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\nI Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\nI Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\nAnd I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\nGet On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\nHow Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\nSuroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young Buck\nIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nI Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\nMy Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\nLil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\nWe Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\nThe Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\nTo Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\nWe Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\nWhoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\nThis A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\nBut Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\nI Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\nLocked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\nTime's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\nThats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\nYou Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\nMy Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n(Young Buck)\nNow Everybody Got They Hand Out\nCrackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\nShorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\nBut Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\nNo Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\nSeems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\nEnough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\nIt's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\nAin't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\nThat Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\nErrybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\nNo Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\nSome Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\nThey Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\nThis Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\nOpen Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n(Mr. Porter)\nFrom The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\nI Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\nAnd Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\nNow They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\nI Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\nIt Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\nHow Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\nIm With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Look at Me Now\n  artist: Young Buck Feat. Mr. Porter\n  album: Straight Outta Ca$Hville\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,\n  Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?\n  Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,\n  But The Things You Go Through In Life,\n  Make You Who You Are\n  Look At Me Now!\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights\n  Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price\n  I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go\n  You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow\n  We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store\n  Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar\n  Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public\n  See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It\n  Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game\n  Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain\n  I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'\n  I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga\n  And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook\n  Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should\n  How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'\n  Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young Buck\n  Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get\n  My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit\n  Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's\n  We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread\n  The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It\n  To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It\n  We Show Love, But Won't Get No Loved Show'd Back\n  Whoa Kimosabi, What Part Of The Game Is That?\n  This A Fact, And My War Wounds On Me Can Prove It\n  But Look How You Made Me, Go And Show Ya I Can Do It\n  I Sollomly Swear To Hold It Down For My Homeboy\n  Locked Up And Don't Know If They Eva Coming Home Boy\n  Time's Keep Tickin', Another Baby Is Born\n  Thats Gon' Go Through The Same Stuff I Went Through, And More\n  You Wonder Why I Hustle, My Life's On The Line\n  My Baby Gotta Have Milk When She Cryin', Come On Da Now\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n\n  (Young Buck)\n  Now Everybody Got They Hand Out\n  Crackhead Willin' Spit These Millions Till They Ran'd Out\n  Shorty Don't Wanna Holla Now, Cuz Her Man Out\n  But Just Last Week I Couldnt Get It Out Her Damn Mouth\n  No Where To Go, Look Like Im Stuck In These Bricks\n  Seems Like The Good Die Young, The Bad Get Rich Quick\n  Enough Of This Lemme Take You To A Whole 'Nother Level\n  It's Like Stopin The Police From Rollin' Through The Ghetto\n  Ain't Nuthing Gettin Better, But The Bills Gotta Get Paid\n  That Money Come Up Short Then Them Tecks Gotta Get Spray'd\n  Errybody Gotta Grave, We Just Waitin To Go To It\n  No Matter What We Do, We Still Gon' Go Through It\n  Some Say That I'm Heartless, And Don't Give A Damn\n  They Wont Ever Understand Until They Get A Gram\n  This Who I Am, Not Who I Wanna Be\n  Open Up Your Eyes And See, What These Streets Did Done To Me\n\n  (Mr. Porter)\n  From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong\n  I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone\n  And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong\n  Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some\n  I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On\n  It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know\n  How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown\n  Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes\n"}]