[{"id":12596244,"name":"07. 8Ball & MJG - Mr. Big","trackName":"07. 8Ball & MJG - Mr. Big","artistName":"8ball","albumName":"Comin' Out Hard","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:28.02] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:31.18] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:33.98] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:37.40] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:40.60] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:43.76] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:46.93] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:49.76] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:52.92] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:55.85] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[01:59.05] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:02.08] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:05.17] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:08.16] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:11.17] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.16] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:17.42] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.61] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:23.75] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.54] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:29.58] Mr. Big!\n[02:30.55] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:32.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:35.83] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:38.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:40.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:46.68] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:48.45] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.13] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:54.17] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:56.87] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:00.55] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:03.36] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:06.66] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:09.55] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:12.76] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:15.92] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:18.99] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.13] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:25.05] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.34] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:31.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:34.43] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:37.62] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:40.54] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:43.90] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:46.88] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:50.37] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:53.12] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:55.63] Mr. Big!\n[03:57.52] repeat chorus:\n[04:20.61] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.79] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:26.81] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:29.63] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:32.67] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:35.66] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:38.73] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:41.92] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:45.38] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:48.10] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:51.40] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.53] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[04:57.87] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:00.66] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:03.79] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:06.82] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:09.58] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:12.98] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:15.76] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:18.33] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:20.13] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:21.84] repeat chorus!\n[05:50.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07. 8Ball & MJG - Mr. Big\n  artist: 8ball\n  album: Comin' Out Hard\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91180\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 91180\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 103760\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 103760\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109760\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear 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318330\n- text: Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 318330\n  end_ms: 320130\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 320130\n  end_ms: 321840\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 321840\n  end_ms: 350670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350670\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":14083146,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball","albumName":"Comin Out Hard","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:12.97] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:33.05] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:35.82] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:38.32] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:41.68] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:45.99] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:48.80] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:51.63] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:54.96] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:58.06] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[02:00.99] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:03.92] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:06.88] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:09.98] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:13.16] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:16.23] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:19.33] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:22.34] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:25.57] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:28.45] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:31.49] Mr. Big!\n[02:32.48] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:34.53] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:37.76] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:42.11] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:44.37] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:47.28] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:50.21] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:52.97] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:56.00] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:58.85] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:01.44] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:04.85] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:08.37] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:10.97] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:14.54] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:17.57] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:20.67] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:23.68] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:27.43] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:30.53] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:33.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:36.16] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:39.42] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:42.27] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:45.62] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:49.96] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:52.00] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:55.27] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:57.63] Mr. Big!\n[04:00.26] repeat chorus:\n[04:05.86] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:26.01] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:28.39] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:31.43] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:34.42] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:37.58] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:40.62] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:44.03] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:47.24] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:50.23] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:59.99] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[05:00.39] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[05:04.49] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:05.46] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:07.46] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:08.94] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:11.44] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:14.44] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:17.52] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:19.97] Hell no! 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Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  start_ms: 290230\n  end_ms: 299990\n- text: She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  start_ms: 299990\n  end_ms: 300390\n- text: I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  start_ms: 300390\n  end_ms: 304490\n- text: Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  start_ms: 304490\n  end_ms: 305460\n- text: Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  start_ms: 305460\n  end_ms: 307460\n- text: Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  start_ms: 307460\n  end_ms: 308940\n- text: Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  start_ms: 308940\n  end_ms: 311440\n- text: Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  start_ms: 311440\n  end_ms: 314440\n- text: When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  start_ms: 314440\n  end_ms: 317520\n- text: Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  start_ms: 317520\n  end_ms: 319970\n- text: Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 319970\n  end_ms: 322880\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 322880\n  end_ms: 325000\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 325000\n  end_ms: 341240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 341240\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":813504,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Comin Out Hard","duration":354.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..\nMr. Big!\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\nrepeat chorus:\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthafuckin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me..\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!!!!\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] We are all gathered here, today\n[00:06.52] To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen\n[00:11.97] A fine gentleman (oh, yes, he was), a pimp (it's fucked up)\n[00:16.81] Lord, have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby\n[00:20.93] This is not a sad occasion\n[00:24.82] This is something that we must all cherish\n[00:27.93] And hold within us as strength\n[00:32.51] But check it, enough of the small talk about the trick who died in the nine-deuce\n[00:37.04] It's the nine-tre, and it's all about my nigga 8Ball\n[00:40.09] Raised in Orange Mound, the roughest part of Tennessee\n[00:43.50] He's a new nigga on the block, and he got the whole block sold up\n[00:47.58] He pack a Gat, and them hoes say all that, so, check it out\n[00:51.88] If you wanna fuck with him? You better come prepared\n[00:54.45] But don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a nigga they call, \"Mr. Big\"\n[01:00.74] Yeah, you see, it's real fat for the nine-tre, Suave out, peace\n[01:28.49] Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see\n[01:31.44] My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me\n[01:34.71] My job at Mickie D's was fuckin' me with no grease\n[01:37.89] I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased\n[01:41.15] I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga\n[01:44.22] Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga\n[01:47.32] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:50.04] Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'\n[01:53.28] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:56.14] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked\n[01:59.38] Reachin' for my Glock, some niggas kicked me in my chest\n[02:02.34] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death\n[02:05.34] I woke up at the med, still woozy from my jackin'\n[02:08.89] T-Money walked in, then he told me what had happened\n[02:11.49] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.55] He drove a red Jag', and I heard that he was bail\n[02:17.54] He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.71] He said he killed the motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC\n[02:23.83] He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.86] I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big\n[02:29.95] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:33.05] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[02:35.90] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:39.06] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[02:42.00] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:45.19] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[02:48.36] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.48] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[02:54.57] I hit the street slangin' yayo, when I sold up my block\n[02:57.32] Sellin' 8s, sellin' deals, sellin' 20 dollar rocks\n[03:00.72] Sellin' dimes, sellin' nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:04.27] Gettin' my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack\n[03:06.96] Some nigga tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:10.34] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitch's life\n[03:13.06] Standin' on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:16.21] (Hello?) Yo, Eight, be in the park around 3:00, G (alright)\n[03:19.16] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.78] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in\n[03:25.86] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.95] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine\n[03:31.73] Over time, my clientele rapidly increased\n[03:34.94] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin' me\n[03:38.10] Cars and clothes kept me fuckin' different hoes\n[03:41.08] A fat bankroll was keepin' me cool with the 5-0's\n[03:44.24] I had niggas workin' under me to take the heat\n[03:47.69] I never touched the dope, makin' a hundred G's a week\n[03:50.43] I gained respect, I'm the biggest player of all time\n[03:53.38] Don't ever fuck with me, because I'm Mr. Big\n[03:56.91] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[03:59.76] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[04:02.85] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[04:05.76] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[04:08.92] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[04:11.85] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[04:14.93] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[04:17.92] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[04:21.14] Chillin' at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.80] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG\n[04:26.90] I had the bitches starin' at the twinkle of my diamonds\n[04:30.01] Drinkin' on this Yak, makin' my way to the back\n[04:33.03] When I saw this little woman lookin' hotter than the rest\n[04:36.03] With a long black weave and a tight red dress\n[04:39.09] I started conversatin', but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:42.58] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin' the\n[04:45.47] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch think\n[04:48.56] Then she got up, now somethin' in the air stank\n[04:51.50] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.73] I got off the bed and grabbed the TEC from the dresser\n[04:58.44] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:01.06] Cock my motherfuckin' gun, \"Hey, punk!\"\n[05:04.39] Then, I grabbed the girl 'cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:07.18] Shot that bitch in the dome with my motherfuckin' chrome\n[05:10.00] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:13.40] When the cops busted in, I was layin' on the bed\n[05:16.36] Walked out of the room, did I go to jail? Hell, no\n[05:19.64] They can't stop me, long live Mr. Big, ho\n[05:22.29] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[05:25.49] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[05:28.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[05:31.40] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[05:34.56] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[05:37.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[05:40.77] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[05:43.89] Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n[05:53.94] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Comin Out Hard\n  duration_ms: 354000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: We are all gathered here, today\n  start_ms: 940\n  end_ms: 6520\n- text: To witness the funeral of this fine young specimen\n  start_ms: 6520\n  end_ms: 11970\n- text: A fine gentleman (oh, yes, he was), a pimp (it's fucked up)\n  start_ms: 11970\n  end_ms: 16810\n- text: Lord, have mercy, I did say a pimp, baby\n  start_ms: 16810\n  end_ms: 20930\n- text: This is not a sad occasion\n  start_ms: 20930\n  end_ms: 24820\n- text: This is something that we must all cherish\n  start_ms: 24820\n  end_ms: 27930\n- text: And hold within us as strength\n  start_ms: 27930\n  end_ms: 32510\n- text: But check it, enough of the small talk about the trick who died in the nine-deuce\n  start_ms: 32510\n  end_ms: 37040\n- text: It's the nine-tre, and it's all about my nigga 8Ball\n  start_ms: 37040\n  end_ms: 40090\n- text: Raised in Orange Mound, the roughest part of Tennessee\n  start_ms: 40090\n  end_ms: 43500\n- text: He's a new nigga on the block, and he got the whole block sold up\n  start_ms: 43500\n  end_ms: 47580\n- text: He pack a Gat, and them hoes say all that, so, check it out\n  start_ms: 47580\n  end_ms: 51880\n- text: If you wanna fuck with him? You better come prepared\n  start_ms: 51880\n  end_ms: 54450\n- text: But don't say Mr. Money didn't warn you about a nigga they call, \"Mr. Big\"\n  start_ms: 54450\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: Yeah, you see, it's real fat for the nine-tre, Suave out, peace\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 88490\n- text: Now, I was broke as a motherfucker, my life at the end, see\n  start_ms: 88490\n  end_ms: 91440\n- text: My so-called friends, they had no ends to lend me\n  start_ms: 91440\n  end_ms: 94710\n- text: My job at Mickie D's was fuckin' me with no grease\n  start_ms: 94710\n  end_ms: 97890\n- text: I worked so fuckin' hard, but the money, it never increased\n  start_ms: 97890\n  end_ms: 101150\n- text: I quit my fuckin' job, I have no job, nigga\n  start_ms: 101150\n  end_ms: 104220\n- text: Put on the mask, get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga\n  start_ms: 104220\n  end_ms: 107320\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 107320\n  end_ms: 110040\n- text: Damn, I was nervous, but my fear didn't stop my strollin'\n  start_ms: 110040\n  end_ms: 113280\n- text: Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  start_ms: 113280\n  end_ms: 116140\n- text: I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked\n  start_ms: 116140\n  end_ms: 119380\n- text: Reachin' for my Glock, some niggas kicked me in my chest\n  start_ms: 119380\n  end_ms: 122340\n- text: My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death\n  start_ms: 122340\n  end_ms: 125340\n- text: I woke up at the med, still woozy from my jackin'\n  start_ms: 125340\n  end_ms: 128890\n- text: T-Money walked in, then he told me what had happened\n  start_ms: 128890\n  end_ms: 131490\n- text: I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  start_ms: 131490\n  end_ms: 134550\n- text: He drove a red Jag', and I heard that he was bail\n  start_ms: 134550\n  end_ms: 137540\n- text: He said he was out rollin' when he seen me in distress\n  start_ms: 137540\n  end_ms: 140710\n- text: He said he killed the motherfuckin' niggas with his TEC\n  start_ms: 140710\n  end_ms: 143830\n- text: He offered me a job, said he'd front me what I needed\n  start_ms: 143830\n  end_ms: 146860\n- text: I said that I was with it, dreamin' one day I would be Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 146860\n  end_ms: 149950\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 149950\n  end_ms: 153050\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 153050\n  end_ms: 155900\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 155900\n  end_ms: 159060\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 159060\n  end_ms: 162000\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 162000\n  end_ms: 165190\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 165190\n  end_ms: 168360\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 168360\n  end_ms: 171480\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 171480\n  end_ms: 174570\n- text: I hit the street slangin' yayo, when I sold up my block\n  start_ms: 174570\n  end_ms: 177320\n- text: Sellin' 8s, sellin' deals, sellin' 20 dollar rocks\n  start_ms: 177320\n  end_ms: 180720\n- text: Sellin' dimes, sellin' nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  start_ms: 180720\n  end_ms: 184270\n- text: Gettin' my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack\n  start_ms: 184270\n  end_ms: 186960\n- text: Some nigga tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  start_ms: 186960\n  end_ms: 190340\n- text: A clip full of hollow tips took the bitch's life\n  start_ms: 190340\n  end_ms: 193060\n- text: Standin' on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  start_ms: 193060\n  end_ms: 196210\n- text: (Hello?) Yo, Eight, be in the park around 3:00, G (alright)\n  start_ms: 196210\n  end_ms: 199160\n- text: I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n  start_ms: 199160\n  end_ms: 202780\n- text: Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in\n  start_ms: 202780\n  end_ms: 205860\n- text: Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  start_ms: 205860\n  end_ms: 208950\n- text: I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine\n  start_ms: 208950\n  end_ms: 211730\n- text: Over time, my clientele rapidly increased\n  start_ms: 211730\n  end_ms: 214940\n- text: My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin' me\n  start_ms: 214940\n  end_ms: 218100\n- text: Cars and clothes kept me fuckin' different hoes\n  start_ms: 218100\n  end_ms: 221080\n- text: A fat bankroll was keepin' me cool with the 5-0's\n  start_ms: 221080\n  end_ms: 224240\n- text: I had niggas workin' under me to take the heat\n  start_ms: 224240\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: I never touched the dope, makin' a hundred G's a week\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 230430\n- text: I gained respect, I'm the biggest player of all time\n  start_ms: 230430\n  end_ms: 233380\n- text: Don't ever fuck with me, because I'm Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 233380\n  end_ms: 236910\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 236910\n  end_ms: 239760\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 239760\n  end_ms: 242850\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 242850\n  end_ms: 245760\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 245760\n  end_ms: 248920\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 248920\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 254930\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 254930\n  end_ms: 257920\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 257920\n  end_ms: 261140\n- text: Chillin' at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  start_ms: 261140\n  end_ms: 263800\n- text: Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG\n  start_ms: 263800\n  end_ms: 266900\n- text: I had the bitches starin' at the twinkle of my diamonds\n  start_ms: 266900\n  end_ms: 270010\n- text: Drinkin' on this Yak, makin' my way to the back\n  start_ms: 270010\n  end_ms: 273030\n- text: When I saw this little woman lookin' hotter than the rest\n  start_ms: 273030\n  end_ms: 276030\n- text: With a long black weave and a tight red dress\n  start_ms: 276030\n  end_ms: 279090\n- text: I started conversatin', but she didn't want to talk to me\n  start_ms: 279090\n  end_ms: 282580\n- text: Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin' the\n  start_ms: 282580\n  end_ms: 285470\n- text: Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch think\n  start_ms: 285470\n  end_ms: 288560\n- text: Then she got up, now somethin' in the air stank\n  start_ms: 288560\n  end_ms: 291500\n- text: She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  start_ms: 291500\n  end_ms: 294730\n- text: I got off the bed and grabbed the TEC from the dresser\n  start_ms: 294730\n  end_ms: 298440\n- text: Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  start_ms: 298440\n  end_ms: 301060\n- text: Cock my motherfuckin' gun, \"Hey, punk!\"\n  start_ms: 301060\n  end_ms: 304390\n- text: Then, I grabbed the girl 'cause some more niggas had busted in\n  start_ms: 304390\n  end_ms: 307180\n- text: Shot that bitch in the dome with my motherfuckin' chrome\n  start_ms: 307180\n  end_ms: 310000\n- text: Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  start_ms: 310000\n  end_ms: 313400\n- text: When the cops busted in, I was layin' on the bed\n  start_ms: 313400\n  end_ms: 316360\n- text: Walked out of the room, did I go to jail? Hell, no\n  start_ms: 316360\n  end_ms: 319640\n- text: They can't stop me, long live Mr. Big, ho\n  start_ms: 319640\n  end_ms: 322290\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 322290\n  end_ms: 325490\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 325490\n  end_ms: 328330\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 328330\n  end_ms: 331400\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 331400\n  end_ms: 334560\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 334560\n  end_ms: 337790\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 337790\n  end_ms: 340770\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  start_ms: 340770\n  end_ms: 343890\n- text: Mr. Big, Mr. Big (but not because of my size)\n  start_ms: 343890\n  end_ms: 353940\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..\n  Mr. Big!\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n  repeat chorus:\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthafuckin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me..\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":20333345,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Comin’ Out Hard","duration":405.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nChorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nRepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nRepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:12.97] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:33.05] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:35.82] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:38.32] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:41.68] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:45.99] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:48.80] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:51.63] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:54.96] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:58.06] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[02:00.99] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:03.92] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:06.88] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:09.98] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:13.16] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:16.23] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:19.33] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:22.34] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:25.57] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:28.45] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:31.49] Mr. Big!\n[02:32.48] Chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:34.53] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:37.76] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:42.11] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:44.37] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:47.28] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:50.21] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:52.97] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:56.00] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:58.85] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:01.44] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:04.85] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:08.37] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:10.97] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:14.54] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:17.57] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:20.67] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:23.68] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:27.43] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:30.53] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:33.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:36.16] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:39.42] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:42.27] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:45.62] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:49.96] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:52.00] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:55.27] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:57.63] Mr. Big!\n[04:00.26] Repeat chorus:\n[04:05.86] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:26.01] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:28.39] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:31.43] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:34.42] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:37.58] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:40.62] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:44.03] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:47.24] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:50.23] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:59.99] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[05:00.39] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[05:04.49] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:05.46] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:07.46] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:08.94] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:11.44] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:14.44] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:17.52] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:19.97] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:22.88] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:25.00] Repeat chorus!\n[05:41.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Comin’ Out Hard\n  duration_ms: 405000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 72970\n  end_ms: 93050\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 93050\n  end_ms: 95820\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 95820\n  end_ms: 98320\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 98320\n  end_ms: 101680\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 101680\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't 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They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 319970\n  end_ms: 322880\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 322880\n  end_ms: 325000\n- text: Repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 325000\n  end_ms: 341240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 341240\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  Chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  Repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  Repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":12003389,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8ball & MJG","albumName":"Comin' Out Hard","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:28.02] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:31.18] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:33.98] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:37.40] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:40.60] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:43.76] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:46.93] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:49.76] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:52.92] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:55.85] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[01:59.05] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:02.08] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:05.17] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:08.16] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:11.17] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.16] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:17.42] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.61] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:23.75] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.54] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:29.58] Mr. Big!\n[02:30.55] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:32.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:35.83] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:38.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:40.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:46.68] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:48.45] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.13] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:54.17] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:56.87] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:00.55] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:03.36] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:06.66] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:09.55] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:12.76] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:15.92] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:18.99] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.13] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:25.05] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.34] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:31.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:34.43] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:37.62] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:40.54] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:43.90] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:46.88] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:50.37] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:53.12] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:55.63] Mr. Big!\n[03:57.52] repeat chorus:\n[04:20.61] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.79] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:26.81] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:29.63] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:32.67] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:35.66] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:38.73] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:41.92] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:45.38] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:48.10] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:51.40] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.53] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[04:57.87] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:00.66] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:03.79] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:06.82] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:09.58] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:12.98] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:15.76] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:18.33] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:20.13] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:21.84] repeat chorus!\n[05:50.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8ball & MJG\n  album: Comin' Out Hard\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91180\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 91180\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 103760\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 103760\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109760\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't 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They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 318330\n  end_ms: 320130\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 320130\n  end_ms: 321840\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 321840\n  end_ms: 350670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350670\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":36089837,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Your Liked Songs","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:28.02] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:31.18] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:33.98] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:37.40] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:40.60] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:43.76] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:46.93] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:49.76] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:52.92] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:55.85] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[01:59.05] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:02.08] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:05.17] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:08.16] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:11.17] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.16] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:17.42] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.61] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:23.75] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.54] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:29.58] Mr. Big!\n[02:30.55] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:32.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:35.83] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:38.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:40.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:46.68] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:48.45] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.13] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:54.17] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:56.87] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:00.55] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:03.36] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:06.66] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:09.55] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:12.76] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:15.92] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:18.99] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.13] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:25.05] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.34] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:31.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:34.43] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:37.62] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:40.54] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:43.90] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:46.88] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:50.37] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:53.12] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:55.63] Mr. Big!\n[03:57.52] repeat chorus:\n[04:20.61] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.79] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:26.81] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:29.63] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:32.67] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:35.66] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:38.73] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:41.92] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:45.38] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:48.10] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:51.40] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.53] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[04:57.87] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:00.66] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:03.79] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:06.82] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:09.58] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:12.98] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:15.76] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:18.33] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:20.13] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:21.84] repeat chorus!\n[05:50.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Your Liked Songs\n  duration_ms: 353000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91180\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 91180\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 103760\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 103760\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109760\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't 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They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 318330\n  end_ms: 320130\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 320130\n  end_ms: 321840\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 321840\n  end_ms: 350670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350670\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":36617799,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Comin Out Hard","duration":375.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:28.02] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:31.18] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:33.98] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:37.40] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:40.60] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:43.76] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:46.93] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:49.76] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:52.92] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:55.85] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[01:59.05] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:02.08] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:05.17] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:08.16] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:11.17] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.16] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:17.42] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.61] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:23.75] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.54] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:29.58] Mr. Big!\n[02:30.55] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:32.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:35.83] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:38.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:40.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:46.68] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:48.45] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.13] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:54.17] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:56.87] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:00.55] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:03.36] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:06.66] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:09.55] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:12.76] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:15.92] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:18.99] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.13] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:25.05] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.34] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:31.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:34.43] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:37.62] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:40.54] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:43.90] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:46.88] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:50.37] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:53.12] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:55.63] Mr. Big!\n[03:57.52] repeat chorus:\n[04:20.61] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.79] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:26.81] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:29.63] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:32.67] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:35.66] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:38.73] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:41.92] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:45.38] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:48.10] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:51.40] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.53] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[04:57.87] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:00.66] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:03.79] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:06.82] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:09.58] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:12.98] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:15.76] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:18.33] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:20.13] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:21.84] repeat chorus!\n[05:50.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Comin Out Hard\n  duration_ms: 375000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91180\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 91180\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 103760\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 103760\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109760\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop 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They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 318330\n  end_ms: 320130\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 320130\n  end_ms: 321840\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 321840\n  end_ms: 350670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350670\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":34607913,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8ball & MJG","albumName":"Comin' Out Hard (Explicit)","duration":353.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\nMr. Big!\n\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\n\nrepeat chorus:\n\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me.\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!\n\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":"[01:28.02] 8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n[01:31.18] My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n[01:33.98] My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n[01:37.40] I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n[01:40.60] I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n[01:43.76] Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n[01:46.93] I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n[01:49.76] Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n[01:52.92] Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n[01:55.85] I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n[01:59.05] Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n[02:02.08] My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n[02:05.17] I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n[02:08.16] T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n[02:11.17] I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n[02:14.16] He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n[02:17.42] He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n[02:20.61] He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n[02:23.75] He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n[02:26.54] I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n[02:29.58] Mr. Big!\n[02:30.55] chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:32.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:35.83] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:38.79] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:40.33] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:46.68] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:48.45] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n[02:51.13] Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n[02:54.17] 8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n[02:56.87] Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n[03:00.55] Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n[03:03.36] Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n[03:06.66] Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n[03:09.55] A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n[03:12.76] Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n[03:15.92] \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n[03:18.99] I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n[03:22.13] Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n[03:25.05] Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n[03:28.34] I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n[03:31.18] All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n[03:34.43] My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n[03:37.62] Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n[03:40.54] A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n[03:43.90] I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n[03:46.88] I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n[03:50.37] I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n[03:53.12] Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n[03:55.63] Mr. Big!\n[03:57.52] repeat chorus:\n[04:20.61] 8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n[04:23.79] Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n[04:26.81] I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n[04:29.63] Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n[04:32.67] When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n[04:35.66] With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n[04:38.73] I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n[04:41.92] Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n[04:45.38] Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n[04:48.10] Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n[04:51.40] She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n[04:54.53] I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n[04:57.87] Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n[05:00.66] Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n[05:03.79] Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n[05:06.82] Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n[05:09.58] Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n[05:12.98] When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n[05:15.76] Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n[05:18.33] Hell no! They can't stop me.\n[05:20.13] Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n[05:21.84] repeat chorus!\n[05:50.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8ball & MJG\n  album: Comin' Out Hard (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 353000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see'\n  start_ms: 88020\n  end_ms: 91180\n- text: My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  start_ms: 91180\n  end_ms: 93980\n- text: My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  start_ms: 93980\n  end_ms: 97400\n- text: I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  start_ms: 97400\n  end_ms: 100600\n- text: I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  start_ms: 100600\n  end_ms: 103760\n- text: Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  start_ms: 103760\n  end_ms: 106930\n- text: I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  start_ms: 106930\n  end_ms: 109760\n- text: Damn I was nervous, but my fear 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318330\n- text: Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  start_ms: 318330\n  end_ms: 320130\n- text: Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n  start_ms: 320130\n  end_ms: 321840\n- text: repeat chorus!\n  start_ms: 321840\n  end_ms: 350670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350670\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthaf**ka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was f**kin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my f**kin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthaf**kin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be.\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the f**k aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me f**kin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever f**k with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n\n  repeat chorus:\n\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-B\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthaf**kin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthaf**kin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me.\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!\n\n  repeat chorus!\n"},{"id":26931685,"name":"Mr. Big","trackName":"Mr. Big","artistName":"8Ball & MJG","albumName":"Chapter 261. R.I.P. Tee Lee","duration":375.196735,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end see\nMy so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\nMy job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease\nI worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\nI quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga\nPut on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\nI hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\nDamn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\nThen all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\nI felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\nReachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\nMy eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\nI woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\nT-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\nI knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\nHe drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\nHe said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\nHe said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.\nHe offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\nI said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..\nMr. Big!\nchorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\nMr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\nSellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\nSellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\nGettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\nSome fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\nA clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\nStandin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n\"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\nI met him at the park, he had a job for me again\nRob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\nHit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\nI smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\nAll the time, my clientel rappidly increased\nMy bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\nCars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes\nA fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\nI had niggas workin under me to take the heat\nI never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\nI gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\nDon't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...\nMr. Big!\nrepeat chorus:\n8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be\nLil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\nI had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\nDrinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\nWhen I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\nWith a long black weave and a tight red dress.\nI started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\nStraight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\nDick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\nThen she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\nShe went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\nI got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\nStood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\nGrab my muthafuckin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\nThen, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\nShot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome\nShot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\nWhen the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\nWalked up out the room, did I go to jail?\nHell no! They can't stop me..\nLong live Mr. Big Ho!!!!\nrepeat chorus!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mr. Big\n  artist: 8Ball & MJG\n  album: Chapter 261. R.I.P. Tee Lee\n  duration_ms: 375197\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  8Ball: Now, I was broke as a muthafucka, my life at the end see\n  My so called friends, they had no ends to lend me.\n  My job at Mickie Ds was fuckin me with no grease\n  I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.\n  I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga\n  Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's time to rob nigga.\n  I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen\n  Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.\n  Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I was struck\n  I felt the burn of bullets, so I knew I had got bucked.\n  Reachin for my tech, the bullets hit me in my chest\n  My eyes closed shut, and I thought I seen death.\n  I woke up at the med still woozy from my jackin\n  T-Money walked in and he told me what had happened.\n  I knew him from the hood, but I did not know him well\n  He drove a red jag, and I knew that he was bale.\n  He said he was rollin when he seen me in distress\n  He said he killed the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.\n  He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed\n  I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..\n  Mr. Big!\n  chorus: Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, they call him Mr. Big\n  Mr. Big, Mr. Big, but not because of my size.\n  8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block\n  Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.\n  Sellin dimes, sellin nickels to the junkies on my tracks\n  Gettin my dick sucked with the crumbs from the crack.\n  Some fool tried to jack me, but he only had a knife\n  A clip full of hollow tips took the bitches' life.\n  Standin on the track, my mobile rung and it was T\n  \"Hello?\" -- \"Yo Eight, be the fuck aroung 3\" --\"Aight!\"\n  I met him at the park, he had a job for me again\n  Rob some Columbians, and get my ass in.\n  Hit for 30 birds, if I live, I'd get five\n  I smoked them damn Columbians, and then got what was mine.\n  All the time, my clientel rappidly increased\n  My bank got bigger, that's when bitches started jockin me.\n  Cars and clothes had me fuckin different hoes\n  A fat bank roll was keepin me cool with the 5-O.\n  I had niggas workin under me to take the heat\n  I never touched the dope, makin a 100 Gs a week.\n  I gained respect, I'm the biggest playa of all time\n  Don't ever fuck with me, cause I'm ...\n  Mr. Big!\n  repeat chorus:\n  8Ball: Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be\n  Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.\n  I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.\n  Drinkin on this Yak, makin my way to the back.\n  When I saw this little bitch lookin finer than the rest.\n  With a long black weave and a tight red dress.\n  I started conversatin, but she didn't want to talk to me\n  Straight up to the hotel room, now the bitch is suckin the\n  Dick of this nigga that is smarter than the bitch thank\n  Then she got up, now somethin in the air stank.\n  She went in the bathroom and locked the door behind her\n  I got off the bed and grabbed the tech from the dresser.\n  Stood by the door when it opened, niggas came out\n  Grab my muthafuckin gun, \"Hey nigga!\" *pow pow*\n  Then, I grabbed the girl cause some more niggas had busted in\n  Shot that bitch in the dome with my muthafuckin chrome\n  Shot up all the niggas, but I took one in the leg\n  When the cops busted in, I was laying on the bed.\n  Walked up out the room, did I go to jail?\n  Hell no! They can't stop me..\n  Long live Mr. Big Ho!!!!\n  repeat chorus!\n"}]