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business turn personal\nFuck what they say 'cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you\nNiggaz out here hurtin' fool\nNothing is for free mayne\nFuckin' with the game\nThat's how that shit be mayne\n\nWhen it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\nWhen it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\nWhen it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\nWhen it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\nWhen it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\nWhen it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\nWhen it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\nWhen it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\nI was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born\nPussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn\nI don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'\nThem niggaz ain't talkin' no more\nClosed coffin\n\nNot often do you see a nigga loyal as I\nLike that boy from Best Eye nigga ready to die\nFor my bread and them niggaz that considered me family\nHold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny\n\n'Cause as soon as 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ah\n[00:34.59] Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her\n[00:38.55] The new millennium poet\n[00:40.34] Forever show it, can't blow it\n[00:43.01] If you reap it, you sow it\n[00:44.83] I, pay my, dues\n[00:46.86] And it's the rules that I play by\n[00:49.15] Carry the team like I'm A.I\n[00:51.25] I used to cook rocks, and hit the block\n[00:54.10] And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock\n[00:57.26] Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous\n[01:00.50] I was in the hood strapped up good\n[01:02.69] Watchin' my anus\n[01:03.66] I'm a target splitter\n[01:05.09] The world strongest man hardest hitter\n[01:07.27] Even though you hate\n[01:08.22] I still elevate regardless nigga\n[01:10.52] Step to us boy, look what you done started\n[01:13.38] And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest\n[01:16.96] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[01:19.54] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:22.66] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[01:25.81] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:29.06] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[01:32.18] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:35.36] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[01:38.55] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:41.43] Look, you niggaz play too much mayne\n[01:43.74] You need to pump yo' brakes\n[01:45.30] Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes\n[01:48.38] Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n[01:51.64] Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state\n[01:54.69] What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n[01:57.83] The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body\n[02:00.98] Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy\n[02:04.11] They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n[02:07.36] It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n[02:10.45] For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe\n[02:13.86] Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor\n[02:16.72] See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go\n[02:19.96] A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal\n[02:22.63] Fuck what they say 'cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you\n[02:26.52] Niggaz out here hurtin' fool\n[02:27.64] Nothing is for free mayne\n[02:29.90] Fuckin' with the game\n[02:30.90] That's how that shit be mayne\n[02:32.21] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[02:35.32] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:38.43] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[02:41.70] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:44.78] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[02:47.97] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:51.15] When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on\n[02:54.30] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:57.03] I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born\n[03:00.64] Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn\n[03:03.66] I 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gone\n[01:35.36] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[01:38.56] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:41.51] Look, you niggas play too much, man, you need to pump your brakes\n[01:45.49] Keep a heater, nigga need it for them rats and snakes\n[01:48.43] Right in my face, caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n[01:51.72] Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n[01:54.77] What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n[01:57.92] The kind of nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n[02:01.03] Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear old daddy\n[02:04.24] They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n[02:07.33] It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n[02:10.59] For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n[02:13.99] Kick your door and put you and your babies on the flo'\n[02:16.89] See you in public, fuck who with you, let that thang go\n[02:20.06] A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal\n[02:23.16] Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n[02:26.33] Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, man\n[02:29.64] Fuckin' with the game, that's how that shit be, man\n[02:32.24] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:35.32] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:38.57] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:41.78] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:44.80] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:47.94] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:51.10] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:54.37] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:57.16] I was taught this bitch came from the streets I was born\n[03:00.47] Pussy like a little kitty, back yellow as corn\n[03:03.77] I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas and talkin'\n[03:06.83] Them niggas ain't talkin' no more, closed coffin\n[03:10.10] Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n[03:13.13] Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n[03:16.20] For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n[03:19.42] Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n[03:22.33] 'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n[03:25.94] Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n[03:29.14] MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n[03:32.01] Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n[03:35.26] I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n[03:38.58] I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n[03:41.56] My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n[03:44.69] I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n[03:48.07] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:51.25] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[03:54.38] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:57.54] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:00.62] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.72] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.98] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.07] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.64] What's beef? Haha\n[04:18.97] I think we answered this question for y'all before\n[04:22.55] Some of y'all just hard headed\n[04:26.44] Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n[04:32.71] When it's on, haha\n[04:38.76] When it's on\n[04:43.11] I'm tired of explainin', man\n[04:50.97] A word to the wise is usually sufficient\n[04:57.34] And to the others, good luck, haha\n[05:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When It's On\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Living Legends\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 20970\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 20970\n  end_ms: 21880\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 21880\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: I'm just a drop top flippin' 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and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  What's beef? 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talkin'\n[03:06.83] Them niggas ain't talkin' no more, closed coffin\n[03:10.10] Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n[03:13.13] Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n[03:16.20] For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n[03:19.42] Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n[03:22.33] 'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n[03:25.94] Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n[03:29.14] MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n[03:32.01] Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n[03:35.26] I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n[03:38.58] I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n[03:41.56] My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n[03:44.69] I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n[03:48.07] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:51.25] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[03:54.38] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:57.54] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:00.62] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.72] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.98] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.07] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.64] What's beef? Haha\n[04:18.97] I think we answered this question for y'all before\n[04:22.55] Some of y'all just hard headed\n[04:26.44] Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n[04:32.71] When it's on, haha\n[04:38.76] When it's on\n[04:43.11] I'm tired of explainin', man\n[04:50.97] A word to the wise is usually sufficient\n[04:57.34] And to the others, good luck, haha\n[05:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When It’s On\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Living Legends\n  duration_ms: 307000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 20970\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 20970\n  end_ms: 21880\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 21880\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: I'm just a drop top flippin' 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Haha\nI think we answered this question for y'all before\nSome of y'all just hard headed\nSome of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\nWhen it's on, haha\nWhen it's on\nI'm tired of explainin', man\nA word to the wise is usually sufficient\nAnd to the others, good luck, haha","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:14.60] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:20.97] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:21.88] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:25.51] I'm just a drop top flippin' (Flippin'\n[00:27.47] ), Fifth of 'yac sippin' (Sippin')\n[00:29.30] Don't practice goin' in the strip clubs tippin' (Uh)\n[00:32.55] MJG-ah (-G-ah), P-I-M-P-ah (Uh-huh)\n[00:35.64] Fuck a blind date, (Oh no) I gotta see her\n[00:38.55] The new millennium poet, forever show it\n[00:41.97] Can't blow it (What?), if you reap it you sow it\n[00:45.07] I pay my dues and it's the rules that 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gone\n[01:35.36] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[01:38.56] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:41.51] Look, you niggas play too much, man, you need to pump your brakes\n[01:45.49] Keep a heater, nigga need it for them rats and snakes\n[01:48.43] Right in my face, caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n[01:51.72] Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n[01:54.77] What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n[01:57.92] The kind of nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n[02:01.03] Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear old daddy\n[02:04.24] They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n[02:07.33] It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n[02:10.59] For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n[02:13.99] Kick your door and put you and your babies on the flo'\n[02:16.89] See you in public, fuck who with you, let that thang go\n[02:20.06] A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal\n[02:23.16] Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n[02:26.33] Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, man\n[02:29.64] Fuckin' with the game, that's how that shit be, man\n[02:32.24] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:35.32] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:38.57] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:41.78] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:44.80] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:47.94] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:51.10] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:54.37] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:57.16] I was taught this bitch came from the streets I was born\n[03:00.47] Pussy like a little kitty, back yellow as corn\n[03:03.77] I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas and talkin'\n[03:06.83] Them niggas ain't talkin' no more, closed coffin\n[03:10.10] Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n[03:13.13] Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n[03:16.20] For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n[03:19.42] Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n[03:22.33] 'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n[03:25.94] Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n[03:29.14] MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n[03:32.01] Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n[03:35.26] I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n[03:38.58] I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n[03:41.56] My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n[03:44.69] I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n[03:48.07] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:51.25] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[03:54.38] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:57.54] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:00.62] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.72] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.98] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.07] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.64] What's beef? Haha\n[04:18.97] I think we answered this question for y'all before\n[04:22.55] Some of y'all just hard headed\n[04:26.44] Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n[04:32.71] When it's on, haha\n[04:38.76] When it's on\n[04:43.11] I'm tired of explainin', man\n[04:50.97] A word to the wise is usually sufficient\n[04:57.34] And to the others, good luck, haha\n[05:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When It’s On\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Living Legends\n  duration_ms: 306736\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 2060\n  end_ms: 14600\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 14600\n  end_ms: 20970\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 20970\n  end_ms: 21880\n- text: Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 21880\n  end_ms: 25510\n- text: I'm just a drop top flippin' 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(Flippin'\n  ), Fifth of 'yac sippin' (Sippin')\n  Don't practice goin' in the strip clubs tippin' (Uh)\n  MJG-ah (-G-ah), P-I-M-P-ah (Uh-huh)\n  Fuck a blind date, (Oh no) I gotta see her\n  The new millennium poet, forever show it\n\n  Can't blow it (What?), if you reap it you sow it\n  I pay my dues and it's the rules that I play by\n  Carry the team like I'm A.I\n  I used to cook rocks and hit the block\n  And gun in the bushes and money in my sock\n  Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous\n  I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus\n  I'm a target splitter, the world's strongest man, hardest hitter\n  Even though you hate I still elevate regardless, nigga\n\n  Step to us, boy, look what you done started\n  And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest, partner\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  Look, you niggas play too much, man, you need to pump your brakes\n  Keep a heater, nigga need it for them rats and snakes\n  Right in my face, caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n  Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n  What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n  The kind of nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n  Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear old daddy\n  They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n  It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n  For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n\n  Kick your door and put you and your babies on the flo'\n  See you in public, fuck who with you, let that thang go\n  A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal\n\n  Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n  Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, man\n  Fuckin' with the game, that's how that shit be, man\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  I was taught this bitch came from the streets I was born\n  Pussy like a little kitty, back yellow as corn\n  I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas and talkin'\n  Them niggas ain't talkin' no more, closed coffin\n  Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n  Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n  For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n  Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n\n  'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n  Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n  MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n  Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n  I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n  I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n  My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n  I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  What's beef? 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(Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  Look, you niggas play too much, man, you need to pump your brakes\n  Keep a heater, nigga need it for them rats and snakes\n  Right in my face, caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n  Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n  What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n  The kind of nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n  Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear old daddy\n  They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n  It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n  For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n\n  Kick your door and put you and your babies on the flo'\n  See you in public, fuck who 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a nigga loyal as I\n  Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n  For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n  Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n\n  'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n  Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n  MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n  Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n  I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n  I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n  My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n  I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  What's beef? 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Hahaha, I think we\nAnswered this question for y'all before\nI guess some of y'all just hard headed\nSome of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\nWhen it's on? 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shit and be gone\n[01:41.56] Look, you niggas play too much, mayne, you need to pump your brakes\n[01:45.41] Keep a heater, niggas need it for them rats and snakes\n[01:48.46] Right in my face, caught a case tryna defend my space\n[01:51.78] Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n[01:54.76] What kinda nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n[01:57.85] The kinda nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n[02:01.03] Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear ol' daddy\n[02:04.24] They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n[02:07.30] It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga's soul\n[02:10.58] For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n[02:13.94] Kick yo' do' and put you and yo' babies on the flo'\n[02:16.89] See you in public, fuck who wit' you, let that thang go\n[02:20.03] A nigga'll tell you, \"Don't let business turn personal\"\n[02:23.38] Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n[02:26.31] Niggas out here hurtin' 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(Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.70] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.96] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.09] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.67] What's beef? 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Haha\nI think we answered this question for y'all before\nSome of y'all just hard headed\nSome of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\nWhen it's on, haha\nWhen it's on\nI'm tired of explainin', man\nA word to the wise is usually sufficient\nAnd to the others, good luck, haha","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.06] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:14.60] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:20.97] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:21.88] Yeah, it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[00:25.51] I'm just a drop top flippin' (Flippin'\n[00:27.47] ), Fifth of 'yac sippin' (Sippin')\n[00:29.30] Don't practice goin' in the strip clubs tippin' (Uh)\n[00:32.55] MJG-ah (-G-ah), P-I-M-P-ah (Uh-huh)\n[00:35.64] Fuck a blind date, (Oh no) I gotta see her\n[00:38.55] The new millennium poet, forever show it\n[00:41.97] Can't blow it (What?), if you reap it you sow it\n[00:45.07] I pay my dues and it's the rules that 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gone\n[01:35.36] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[01:38.56] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[01:41.51] Look, you niggas play too much, man, you need to pump your brakes\n[01:45.49] Keep a heater, nigga need it for them rats and snakes\n[01:48.43] Right in my face, caught a case tryin' to defend my space\n[01:51.72] Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n[01:54.77] What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n[01:57.92] The kind of nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n[02:01.03] Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear old daddy\n[02:04.24] They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n[02:07.33] It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul\n[02:10.59] For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n[02:13.99] Kick your door and put you and your babies on the flo'\n[02:16.89] See you in public, fuck who with you, let that thang go\n[02:20.06] A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal\n[02:23.16] Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n[02:26.33] Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, man\n[02:29.64] Fuckin' with the game, that's how that shit be, man\n[02:32.24] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:35.32] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:38.57] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:41.78] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:44.80] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:47.94] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:51.10] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[02:54.37] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[02:57.16] I was taught this bitch came from the streets I was born\n[03:00.47] Pussy like a little kitty, back yellow as corn\n[03:03.77] I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas and talkin'\n[03:06.83] Them niggas ain't talkin' no more, closed coffin\n[03:10.10] Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n[03:13.13] Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n[03:16.20] For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n[03:19.42] Hold me down, man, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n[03:22.33] 'Cause as soon as I start writin' I start goin' from physical\n[03:25.94] Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n[03:29.14] MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n[03:32.01] Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n[03:35.26] I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n[03:38.58] I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n[03:41.56] My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n[03:44.69] I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n[03:48.07] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:51.25] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[03:54.38] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[03:57.54] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:00.62] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.72] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.98] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.07] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.64] What's beef? Haha\n[04:18.97] I think we answered this question for y'all before\n[04:22.55] Some of y'all just hard headed\n[04:26.44] Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n[04:32.71] When it's on, haha\n[04:38.76] When it's on\n[04:43.11] I'm tired of explainin', man\n[04:50.97] A word to the wise is usually sufficient\n[04:57.34] And to the others, good luck, haha\n[05:06.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: When It's On (Feat. P. 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and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  What's beef? 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Hahaha, I think we\nAnswered this question for y'all before\nI guess some of y'all just hard headed\nSome of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\nWhen it's on? 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(Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:03.70] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:06.96] When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n[04:11.09] When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n[04:16.67] What's beef? 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do' and put you and yo' babies on the flo'\n  start_ms: 133940\n  end_ms: 136890\n- text: See you in public, fuck who wit' you, let that thang go\n  start_ms: 136890\n  end_ms: 140030\n- text: A nigga'll tell you, \"Don't let business turn personal\"\n  start_ms: 140030\n  end_ms: 143380\n- text: Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n  start_ms: 143380\n  end_ms: 146310\n- text: Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, mayne\n  start_ms: 146310\n  end_ms: 149660\n- text: Fuckin' wit' the gang, that's how that shit be, mayne\n  start_ms: 149660\n  end_ms: 152250\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 152250\n  end_ms: 155360\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 155360\n  end_ms: 158520\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 158520\n  end_ms: 161660\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 161660\n  end_ms: 164830\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 164830\n  end_ms: 167920\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 167920\n  end_ms: 171140\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 171140\n  end_ms: 174900\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 174900\n  end_ms: 177100\n- text: I was taught this shit came from the streets I was born\n  start_ms: 177100\n  end_ms: 180810\n- text: Pussy like a lil kitty back yellow as corn\n  start_ms: 180810\n  end_ms: 183720\n- text: I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas that talkin'\n  start_ms: 183720\n  end_ms: 186830\n- text: Them niggas ain't talkin' no mo', closed coffin\n  start_ms: 186830\n  end_ms: 190190\n- text: Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n  start_ms: 190190\n  end_ms: 193180\n- text: Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n  start_ms: 193180\n  end_ms: 196270\n- text: For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n  start_ms: 196270\n  end_ms: 199450\n- text: Hold me down, mayne, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n  start_ms: 199450\n  end_ms: 202300\n- text: '''Cause as soon as I start writin'', I start goin'' from physical'\n  start_ms: 202300\n  end_ms: 205930\n- text: Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n  start_ms: 205930\n  end_ms: 209440\n- text: MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n  start_ms: 209440\n  end_ms: 212060\n- text: Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n  start_ms: 212060\n  end_ms: 215290\n- text: I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n  start_ms: 215290\n  end_ms: 218480\n- text: I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n  start_ms: 218480\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 224690\n- text: I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n  start_ms: 224690\n  end_ms: 228060\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 228060\n  end_ms: 231140\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 231140\n  end_ms: 234390\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 234390\n  end_ms: 237590\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 237590\n  end_ms: 240630\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 240630\n  end_ms: 243700\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 243700\n  end_ms: 246960\n- text: When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  start_ms: 246960\n  end_ms: 251090\n- text: When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  start_ms: 251090\n  end_ms: 256670\n- text: What's beef? Hahaha, I think we\n  start_ms: 256670\n  end_ms: 259390\n- text: Answered this question for y'all before\n  start_ms: 259390\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: I guess some of y'all just hard headed\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 266800\n- text: Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n  start_ms: 266800\n  end_ms: 272720\n- text: When it's on? Hahaha\n  start_ms: 272720\n  end_ms: 278790\n- text: When it's on?\n  start_ms: 278790\n  end_ms: 285010\n- text: We tired of explainin' that\n  start_ms: 285010\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: A word to the wise, it's usually sufficient\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 297300\n- text: And to the others, good luck, haha\n  start_ms: 297300\n  end_ms: 306730\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 306730\nplain: |-\n  Yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah (Yeah, yeah)\n  Yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on)\n  , Yeah (It's the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)\n  Yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah\n  Yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on), yeah (It's on)\n  , Yeah (It's the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)\n\n  I'm just a drop-top pimpin', fifth of 'gnac sippin'\n\n  Don't practice goin' in the strip clubs tippin'\n  M-J-G'a (Yeah), P-I-M-P'a (Uh-huh)\n  Fuck a blind date (Oh no), I gotta see her\n  The new millenium poet, forever show it\n  Can't blow it, if you reap it you sow it\n  I pay my dues and it's the rules that I play by\n  Carry the team like I'm A.I\n\n  I used to cook crack and hit the block\n  And guns in the bushes and money in my socks\n  I had hoes way before I was nationally famous\n  I was in the hood strapped up good watchin' my anus\n  I'm a target splitter, the world's strongest man, hardest hitter\n  Even though you hate, I still elevate regardless\n\n  Step to us boy, look what you done started\n  And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  Look, you niggas play too much, mayne, you need to pump your brakes\n  Keep a heater, niggas need it for them rats and snakes\n  Right in my face, caught a case tryna defend my space\n  Dodgin' snitches, police niggas jumpin' state to state\n  What kinda nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?\n  The kinda nigga that's gon' end up bein' a dead body\n\n  Your wife and children gon' be searchin' for they dear ol' daddy\n  They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley\n  It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga's soul\n  For bricks of snow, niggas'll fuck you like a dirty ho\n  Kick yo' do' and put you and yo' babies on the flo'\n  See you in public, fuck who wit' you, let that thang go\n  A nigga'll tell you, \"Don't let business turn personal\"\n  Fuck what they say, cuff a gram, a nigga hurtin' you\n\n  Niggas out here hurtin' fool, nothin' is for free, mayne\n  Fuckin' wit' the gang, that's how that shit be, mayne\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  I was taught this shit came from the streets I was born\n  Pussy like a lil kitty back yellow as corn\n  I don't go around poppin' shit with niggas that talkin'\n  Them niggas ain't talkin' no mo', closed coffin\n  Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I\n  Like that boy from Bed-Stuy, nigga ready to die\n  For my bread and them niggas that consider me family\n  Hold me down, mayne, I got you 'til we up there with granny\n\n  'Cause as soon as I start writin', I start goin' from physical\n  Deeper into my spiritual, I'm so fuckin' lyrical\n  MJG the realest, the truth, the definition\n  Just call me the competition, I'm still stompin' and pimpin'\n  I'm still workin' with Diddy, still fuck with the hood\n  I got the key to the city, the streets is all good\n  My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded\n  I'm still hopin' and prayin' to God I don't use it\n\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n  When it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah), it's on (Yeah)\n  When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone\n\n  What's beef? Hahaha, I think we\n  Answered this question for y'all before\n  I guess some of y'all just hard headed\n  Some of y'all don't find out what beef is until it's too late\n  When it's on? Hahaha\n  When it's on?\n  We tired of explainin' that\n  A word to the wise, it's usually sufficient\n  And to the others, good luck, haha\n"}]