[{"id":22741407,"name":"Knock Out","trackName":"Knock Out","artistName":"B.G.","albumName":"Chopper City in the Ghetto","duration":206.811429,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin blunted\nFuckin hoes and countin money\nNiggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\nNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\nLeavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\nWhoever try ta stop us from shinnin\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firing\nTag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\nFuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other\nToss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\nFuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\nTommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\nThere once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe always shot balled and he put in his work\nUntil one dy he was bustin' with a dude\nThen he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\nB.G.]\nB.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\nIn my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIts a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\nTold them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\nCa$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no ho\nSo run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin'\nOn the lake on crome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\nHe drove around town with a 223\nUntil oneday he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\nB.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\nTurk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\nB.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka I smoke them\nTurk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\nWe love ta shine get down and dirty in black\nB.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\nTurk: We'll leave ya block shook\nFuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nB.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nTurk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin with some dudes\nSo they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\nUh knocked em outta they shoes\nT.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\nV.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\nThey knocked em outta they shoes\nHot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\nB.G. knocked em outta they shoes\nNigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\nThe H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\nMy nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\nMy nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\nKnocked em outta they shoes\nKnocked em outta they shoes\n\nFeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\nProduced ByMannie Fresh\n\nRelease DateApril 20, 1999","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knock Out\n  artist: B.G.\n  album: Chopper City in the Ghetto\n  duration_ms: 206811\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In the Lex we gettin blunted\n  Fuckin hoes and countin money\n  Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\n  Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\n  Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\n  Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\n  Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\n  Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin\n  Four karat choppers out the window start to firing\n  Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\n  I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\n  Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G.]\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no ho\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\n  B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  Turk: We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  Produced ByMannie Fresh\n\n  Release DateApril 20, 1999\n"},{"id":12942437,"name":"Knock Out","trackName":"Knock Out","artistName":"B.G.","albumName":"Chopper City In The Ghetto","duration":204.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin blunted\nFuckin' hoes and countin' money\nNiggas bout anything head bustin' and rap hustlin'\nNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin' mine look we pullin' triggas\nLeavin' em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'\nWhoever try ta stop us from shinnin'\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firing\nTag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one he catch one that's how its goin' down\nFuckin' right we do it once play them hoes like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other\nToss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\nFuckin' right\nWe click tight\nNothin' come in between\nTommy chopper can fall paper chasin' that green\nThere once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe always shot balled and he put in his work\nUntil one dy he was bustin' with a dude\nThen he hit 'em with the K knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\nB.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\nIn my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIts a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of cheese\nTold them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\nCash Money worth figures and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no hoe\nSo run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and Thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin'\nOn the lake on chrome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\nHe drove around town with a 223\nUntil one day he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\nPlayin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the lil' Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\nThey got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\nA-K's and SK rifles I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka I smoke them\nNow when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\nWe love ta shine get down and dirty in black\nI ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\nWe'll leave ya block shook\nFuck ya hoe and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nI don't play dog I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way 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mine look, we pullin' triggas\n[00:21.26] Leavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'\n[00:24.10] Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'\n[00:26.87] Whoever try to stop us from shinnin'\n[00:29.53] Four karat choppers out the window start to firin'\n[00:32.36] Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n[00:34.76] I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n[00:37.12] Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n[00:39.89] While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n[00:42.83] We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n[00:45.52] And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n[00:47.97] Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n[00:50.52] Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n[00:53.23] There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n[00:55.94] He always shot balled and he put in his work\n[00:58.73] Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:01.09] So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n[01:03.99] B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n[01:06.49] In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n[01:09.26] It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\n[01:11.96] Told them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\n[01:14.44] Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n[01:17.24] We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n[01:19.54] I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n[01:22.42] Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n[01:25.47] On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n[01:29.58] Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n[01:32.10] Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n[01:34.74] At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n[01:37.40] Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n[01:41.07] There once was a nigga name Baby G\n[01:44.36] He drove around town with a .223\n[01:46.67] Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:49.17] So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n[01:51.83] Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n[01:54.70] Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n[01:57.03] They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n[01:59.90] Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\n[02:02.32] AKs and SK rifles, I tote them\n[02:05.03] Playa hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\n[02:08.04] Now when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\n[02:10.64] We love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n[02:13.31] I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n[02:15.86] Ya need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\n[02:18.88] We'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\n[02:21.16] Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n[02:23.99] I don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\n[02:26.67] Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n[02:29.45] For my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\n[02:31.99] Cock back the Mac and let bullets 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hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin' right\n  We click tight\n  Nothin' come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin' that green\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit 'em with the K knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of cheese\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Cash Money worth figures and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no hoe\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and Thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on chrome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n  Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil' Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  A-K's and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya hoe and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  I don't play dog I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'm a draw down and start shootin'\n  For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n  There once was some niggas out the C-M-B\n  Some out the Mario some out that wild T.C.\n  Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boys knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n"},{"id":37015022,"name":"Knock Out","trackName":"Knock Out","artistName":"B.G.","albumName":"Singles","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin blunted\nFuckin' hoes and countin' money\nNiggas bout anything head bustin' and rap hustlin'\nNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin' mine look we pullin' triggas\nLeavin' em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'\nWhoever try ta stop us from shinnin'\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firing\nTag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one he catch one that's how its goin' down\nFuckin' right we do it once play them hoes like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other\nToss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\nFuckin' right\nWe click tight\nNothin' come in between\nTommy chopper can fall paper chasin' that green\nThere once was a nigga and his name was 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ain't ready\n  We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya hoe and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  I don't play dog I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'm a draw down and start shootin'\n  For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n  There once was some niggas out the C-M-B\n  Some out the Mario some out that wild T.C.\n  Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boys knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they 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Turk & Juvenile","albumName":"Chopper City In The Ghetto","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin blunted\nFuckin hoes and countin money\nNiggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\nNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\nLeavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\nWhoever try ta stop us from shinnin\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firing\nTag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\nFuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other\nToss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\nFuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\nTommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\nThere once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe 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top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\nTurk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\nB.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka I smoke them\nTurk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\nWe love ta shine get down and dirty in black\nB.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\nTurk: We'll leave ya block shook\nFuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nB.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nTurk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin with some dudes\nSo they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\nUh knocked em outta 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sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\n  B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  Turk: We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  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choppers out the window start to firin'\n[00:32.36] Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n[00:34.76] I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n[00:37.12] Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n[00:39.89] While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n[00:42.83] We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n[00:45.52] And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n[00:47.97] Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n[00:50.52] Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n[00:53.23] There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n[00:55.94] He always shot balled and he put in his work\n[00:58.73] Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:01.09] So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n[01:03.99] B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n[01:06.49] In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n[01:09.26] It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\n[01:11.96] Told them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\n[01:14.44] Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n[01:17.24] We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n[01:19.54] I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n[01:22.42] Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n[01:25.47] On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n[01:29.58] Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n[01:32.10] Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n[01:34.74] At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n[01:37.40] Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n[01:41.07] There once was a nigga name Baby G\n[01:44.36] He drove around town with a .223\n[01:46.67] Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:49.17] So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n[01:51.83] Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n[01:54.70] Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n[01:57.03] They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the 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rounds\n  I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\n  Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G.]\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no ho\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and thursday I lay low task 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We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  Produced ByMannie Fresh\n\n  Release DateApril 20, 1999\n"},{"id":33606746,"name":"Knock Out (feat. 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once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe always shot balled and he put in his work\nUntil one day he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n\nB.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\nIn my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIt's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\nTold them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\nCa$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G\nHe drove around town with a .223\nUntil oneday he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n\nPlayin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\nThey got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\nAKs and SK rifles, I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\nNow when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\nWe love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n\nI ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\nWe'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nI don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nFor my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario, some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin' with some dudes\nSo they hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\nUh, 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and it ain't no joke\n[01:17.27] We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n[01:19.56] I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n[01:22.42] Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n[01:25.41] On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n[01:29.55] Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n[01:32.14] Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n[01:34.78] At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n[01:37.45] Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n[01:41.09] There once was a nigga name Baby G\n[01:44.32] He drove around town with a .223\n[01:46.68] Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:49.13] So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n[01:51.88] Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n[01:54.75] Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n[01:57.03] They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n[01:59.97] Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the 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Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n  I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n  Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n  While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on 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ya ain't ready\n  We'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  I don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  For my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario, some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes\n  So they hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  They knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\n  Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  My nigga, Baby, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  My nigga, Manny, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Knocked 'em 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outta his shoes\n\nPlayin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\nThey got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\nAKs and SK rifles, I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\nNow when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\nWe love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n\nI ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\nWe'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nI don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nFor my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario, some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin' with some dudes\nSo they hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\nUh, 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and it ain't no joke\n[01:17.27] We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n[01:19.56] I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n[01:22.42] Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n[01:25.41] On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n[01:29.55] Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n[01:32.14] Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n[01:34.78] At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n[01:37.45] Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n[01:41.09] There once was a nigga name Baby G\n[01:44.32] He drove around town with a .223\n[01:46.68] Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:49.13] So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n[01:51.88] Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n[01:54.75] Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n[01:57.03] They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n[01:59.97] Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the 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T.C. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[02:50.92] V.L. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[02:53.83] They knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[02:56.02] Hot Boy$ knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[02:58.91] B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:01.49] Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:03.91] The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:06.23] My nigga, Baby, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:09.27] My nigga, Manny, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:12.75] Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:15.62] Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n[03:18.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Knock Out feat. 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Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n  I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n  Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n  While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G\n  He drove around town with a .223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n\n  Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n  They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\n  AKs and SK rifles, I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\n  Now when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\n  We love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n\n  I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\n  We'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  I don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  For my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario, some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes\n  So they hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  They knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes\n\n  Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  My nigga, Baby, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  My nigga, Manny, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n"},{"id":14264692,"name":"Knock Out","trackName":"Knock Out","artistName":"B.G. feat. Turk and Juvenile","albumName":"Chopper City in the Ghetto","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin blunted\nFuckin hoes and countin money\nNiggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\nNiggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\nLeavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\nWhoever try ta stop us from shinnin\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firing\nTag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\nFuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other\nToss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\nFuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\nTommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\nThere once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe always shot balled and he put in his work\nUntil one dy he was bustin' with a dude\nThen he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\nB.G.]\nB.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\nIn my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIts a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\nTold them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\nCa$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no ho\nSo run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin'\nOn the lake on crome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\nHe drove around town with a 223\nUntil oneday he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\nB.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\nTurk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\nB.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka I smoke them\nTurk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\nWe love ta shine get down and dirty in black\nB.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\nTurk: We'll leave ya block shook\nFuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nB.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nTurk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin with some dudes\nSo they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\nUh knocked em outta they shoes\nT.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\nV.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\nThey knocked em outta they shoes\nHot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\nB.G. knocked em outta they shoes\nNigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\nThe H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\nMy nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\nMy nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\nKnocked em outta they shoes\nKnocked em outta they shoes\n\nFeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\nProduced ByMannie Fresh\n\nRelease DateApril 20, 1999","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.36] In the Lex we gettin' blunted, fuckin' hos and countin' money\n[00:13.22] Niggas 'bout anythin', head bustin' and rap hustlin'\n[00:16.17] Niggas that 17 playin' with cake nigga\n[00:18.82] Nigga disrespcetin' mine look, we pullin' triggas\n[00:21.26] Leavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'\n[00:24.10] Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'\n[00:26.87] Whoever try to stop us from shinnin'\n[00:29.53] Four karat choppers out the window start to firin'\n[00:32.36] Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n[00:34.76] I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n[00:37.12] Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n[00:39.89] While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n[00:42.83] We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n[00:45.52] And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n[00:47.97] Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n[00:50.52] Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n[00:53.23] There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n[00:55.94] He always shot balled and he put in his work\n[00:58.73] Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:01.09] So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n[01:03.99] B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n[01:06.49] In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n[01:09.26] It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\n[01:11.96] Told them haters we was goin' nation, they 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181460\n- text: Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 181460\n  end_ms: 183910\n- text: The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 183910\n  end_ms: 186270\n- text: My nigga, Baby, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 186270\n  end_ms: 189230\n- text: My nigga, Manny, knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 189230\n  end_ms: 192780\n- text: Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 192780\n  end_ms: 195610\n- text: Knocked 'em outta they shoes\n  start_ms: 195610\n  end_ms: 204740\nplain: |-\n  In the Lex we gettin blunted\n  Fuckin hoes and countin money\n  Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\n  Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\n  Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\n  Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\n  Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\n  Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin\n  Four karat choppers out the window start to firing\n  Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\n  I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\n  Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G.]\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no ho\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\n  B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  Turk: We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  Produced ByMannie Fresh\n\n  Release DateApril 20, 1999\n"},{"id":34931577,"name":"Knock Out","trackName":"Knock Out","artistName":"B․G․ Feat․ Turk And Juvenile","albumName":"Chopper City In The Ghetto","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin' blunted, fuckin' hos and countin' money\nNiggas 'bout anythin', head bustin' and rap hustlin'\nNiggas that 17 playin' with cake nigga\nNigga disrespcetin' mine look, we pullin' triggas\nLeavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'\nNigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin' and laughin'\nWhoever try to stop us from shinnin'\nFour karat choppers out the window start to firin'\n\nTag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\nI catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\nFuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\nWhile I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\nWe spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\nAnd if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\nFuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\nTommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n\nThere once was a nigga and his name was Turk\nHe always shot balled and he put in his work\nUntil one day he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n\nB.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\nIn my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIt's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\nTold them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\nCa$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G\nHe drove around town with a .223\nUntil oneday he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n\nPlayin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\nThey got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\nAKs and SK rifles, I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\nNow when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\nWe love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n\nI ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\nWe'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nI don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nFor my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario, some out 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Whoever try to stop us from shinnin'\n[00:29.57] Four karat choppers out the window start to firin'\n[00:32.30] Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds\n[00:34.79] I catch one, he catch one, that's how it's goin' down\n[00:37.12] Fuckin' right we do it once, play them hos like that\n[00:39.82] While I get my dick sucked, he hit the bitch from the back\n[00:42.88] We spend cash with each other, toss ass with each other\n[00:45.58] And if a nigga play with us, spin a bin with each other\n[00:47.90] Fuckin' right we click tight, nothin' come in between\n[00:50.50] Tommy chopper can fall, paper chasin' that green\n[00:53.26] There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n[00:55.93] He always shot balled and he put in his work\n[00:58.76] Until one day he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:01.02] So he hit 'em with the K, knocked 'em ouuta his shoes\n[01:03.95] B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n[01:06.45] In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n[01:09.29] It's a must we stay vest up 'cause we 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They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\n[01:59.97] Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street\n[02:02.37] AKs and SK rifles, I tote them\n[02:05.05] Playa hata and balla blocka, I smoke them\n[02:08.06] Now when we ride, we ride, fly stunt like a Ac\n[02:10.66] We love to shine, get down and dirty in black\n[02:13.35] I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n[02:15.86] Ya need years to prepare to fade me, ya ain't ready\n[02:18.82] We'll leave ya block shook, fuck ya ho and get a hook\n[02:21.19] Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n[02:23.94] I don't play dawg, I got a resume to prove it\n[02:26.65] Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n[02:29.44] For my nigga, I'll blast, be the first to hit the set\n[02:31.98] Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n[02:34.64] There once was some niggas out the CMB\n[02:37.32] Some out the mario, some out that wild T.C\n[02:40.14] Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes\n[02:42.40] 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coming\nI'm coming out\nI'm coming\n\nNow, who's hot, who not?\nTell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?\nYou tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?\nWhose jewels got rocks?\n\nWho's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?\nThe same old pimp, Mase\nYou know ain't nothing change but my limp\nCan't stop 'til I see my name on a blimp\nGuarantee a million sales, call it love or luck\n\nYou don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up\nWe don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down\nNiggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now\nI'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound\n\nCan't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down\nCudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty\nStay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie\nTrue pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty\nAnd then you yell, \"There go Mase!\", there go your cutie\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nI'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y\nKnow you'd rather see me die than to see me fly\nI call all the shots, rip all the spots\nRock all the rocks, cop all the drops\n\nI know you thinking now, \"When all the ballin' stops?\"\nNigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht\nTen years from now we'll still be on top\nYo, I thought I told you that we won't stop\n\nNow what you gon' do with a crew\nThat got money much longer than yours\nAnd a team much stronger than yours?\nViolate me, this'll be your day, we don't play\nMess around, be D.O.A., be on your way\n\n'Cause it ain't enough time here\nAin't enough lime here for you to shine here\nDeal with many women but treat dimes fair\nAnd I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nB-I-G P-O-P-P-A\nNo info for the DEA\nFederal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant\nTap my cell and the phone in the basement\n\nMy team supreme, stay clean\nTriple beam lyrical dream, I be that\nCat you see at all events bent\nGats in holsters, girls on shoulders\n\nPlayboy, I told ya, mere mics to me\nBruise too much, I lose too much\nStep on stage, the girls boo too much\nI guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much\n\nMe, lose my touch? Never that!\nIf I did, ain't no problem to get the gat\nWhere the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky\nWave 'em side to side and keep your hands high\n\nWhile I give your girl the eye, player, please\nLyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin'\nJig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O\nHere's my phone number, your man ain't got to know\nI got the dough, got the flow down pizat\nPlatinum plus like thizat\nDangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nWhat's going on? (What's going on?)\nSomebody tell me (what's going on?)\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I'm coming out\n[00:07.57] I'm coming\n[00:09.26] I'm coming out\n[00:16.71] I'm coming\n[00:18.79] Now, who's hot, who not?\n[00:20.93] Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?\n[00:22.92] You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?\n[00:25.07] Whose jewels got rocks?\n[00:26.32] Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?\n[00:28.53] The same old pimp, Mase\n[00:30.34] You know ain't nothing change but my limp\n[00:32.23] Can't stop 'til I see my name on a blimp\n[00:34.39] Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck\n[00:36.80] You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up\n[00:38.89] We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down\n[00:41.16] Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now\n[00:43.26] I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound\n[00:45.83] Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down\n[00:47.94] Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty\n[00:50.44] Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie\n[00:52.62] True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty\n[00:55.07] And then you yell, \"There go Mase!\", there go your cutie\n[00:56.28] I don't know what they want from me\n[00:59.01] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:02.05] The more problems we see\n[01:04.31] I don't know what they want from me\n[01:08.37] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:11.27] The more problems we see\n[01:12.57] I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y\n[01:14.47] Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly\n[01:16.73] I call all the shots, rip all the spots\n[01:19.10] Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops\n[01:21.53] I know you thinking now, \"When all the ballin' stops?\"\n[01:24.10] Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht\n[01:25.92] Ten years from now we'll still be on top\n[01:28.63] Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop\n[01:30.74] Now what you gon' do with a crew\n[01:32.54] That got money much longer than yours\n[01:33.91] And a team much stronger than yours?\n[01:35.76] Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play\n[01:38.18] Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way\n[01:40.76] 'Cause it ain't enough time here\n[01:42.39] Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here\n[01:44.47] Deal with many women but treat dimes fair\n[01:46.85] And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square\n[01:49.18] Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:50.54] I don't know what they want from me\n[01:54.22] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:57.12] The more problems we see\n[01:59.48] I don't know what they want from me\n[02:03.77] It's like the more money we come across\n[02:06.24] The more problems we see\n[02:08.76] B-I-G P-O-P-P-A\n[02:11.15] No info for the DEA\n[02:13.44] Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant\n[02:15.80] Tap my cell and the phone in the basement\n[02:17.97] My team supreme, stay clean\n[02:20.11] Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that\n[02:22.47] Cat you see at all events bent\n[02:24.93] Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders\n[02:27.38] Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me\n[02:29.41] Bruise too much, I lose too much\n[02:31.54] Step on stage, the girls boo too much\n[02:33.92] I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much\n[02:36.31] Me, lose my touch? Never that!\n[02:38.16] If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat\n[02:40.56] Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky\n[02:43.15] Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high\n[02:45.51] While I give your girl the eye, player, please\n[02:47.67] Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin'\n[02:50.62] Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O\n[02:53.29] Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know\n[02:55.93] I got the dough, got the flow down pizat\n[02:58.22] Platinum plus like thizat\n[02:59.87] Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat\n[03:04.09] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:07.80] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:10.71] The more problems we see\n[03:13.22] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:16.92] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:19.90] The more problems we see\n[03:22.59] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:26.26] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:28.96] The more problems we see\n[03:33.74] What's going on? (What's going on?)\n[03:36.81] Somebody tell me (what's going on?)\n[03:40.67] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:44.41] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:47.52] The more problems we see\n[03:49.94] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:53.64] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:56.71] The more problems we see\n[03:59.15] I don't know what they want from me\n[04:03.08] It's like the more money we come across\n[04:05.93] The more problems we see\n[04:08.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mo Money Mo Problems\n  artist: Notorious B.i.g.\n  album: ERG 'Knock Out Hits\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm coming out\n  start_ms: 140\n  end_ms: 7570\n- text: I'm coming\n  start_ms: 7570\n  end_ms: 9260\n- text: I'm coming out\n  start_ms: 9260\n  end_ms: 16710\n- text: I'm coming\n  start_ms: 16710\n  end_ms: 18790\n- text: Now, who's hot, who not?\n  start_ms: 18790\n  end_ms: 20930\n- text: Tell me who rock, 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start_ms: 43260\n  end_ms: 45830\n- text: Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down\n  start_ms: 45830\n  end_ms: 47940\n- text: Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty\n  start_ms: 47940\n  end_ms: 50440\n- text: Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie\n  start_ms: 50440\n  end_ms: 52620\n- text: True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty\n  start_ms: 52620\n  end_ms: 55070\n- text: And then you yell, \"There go Mase!\", there go your cutie\n  start_ms: 55070\n  end_ms: 56280\n- text: I don't know what they want from me\n  start_ms: 56280\n  end_ms: 59010\n- text: It's like the more money we come across\n  start_ms: 59010\n  end_ms: 62050\n- text: The more problems we see\n  start_ms: 62050\n  end_ms: 64310\n- text: I don't know what they want from me\n  start_ms: 64310\n  end_ms: 68370\n- text: It's like the more money we come across\n  start_ms: 68370\n  end_ms: 71270\n- text: The more problems we see\n  start_ms: 71270\n  end_ms: 72570\n- text: I'm the D to the A to the 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98180\n- text: Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way\n  start_ms: 98180\n  end_ms: 100760\n- text: '''Cause it ain''t enough time here'\n  start_ms: 100760\n  end_ms: 102390\n- text: Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here\n  start_ms: 102390\n  end_ms: 104470\n- text: Deal with many women but treat dimes fair\n  start_ms: 104470\n  end_ms: 106850\n- text: And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square\n  start_ms: 106850\n  end_ms: 109180\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 109180\n  end_ms: 110540\n- text: I don't know what they want from me\n  start_ms: 110540\n  end_ms: 114220\n- text: It's like the more money we come across\n  start_ms: 114220\n  end_ms: 117120\n- text: The more problems we see\n  start_ms: 117120\n  end_ms: 119480\n- text: I don't know what they want from me\n  start_ms: 119480\n  end_ms: 123770\n- text: It's like the more money we come across\n  start_ms: 123770\n  end_ms: 126240\n- text: The more problems we see\n  start_ms: 126240\n  end_ms: 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Never that!\n  start_ms: 156310\n  end_ms: 158160\n- text: If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat\n  start_ms: 158160\n  end_ms: 160560\n- text: Where the true players at? 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Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\nTurk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\nB.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\nPlaya hata and balla blocka I smoke them\nTurk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\nWe love ta shine get down and dirty in black\nB.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\nYa need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\nTurk: We'll leave ya block shook\nFuck ya ho and get a hook\nNigga who try sizin' up get they life took\nB.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\nRub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\nTurk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\nCock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\nThere once was some niggas out the CMB\nSome out the mario some out that wild T.C\nUntil one day they was bustin with some dudes\nSo they hit em with the K knocked em outta they 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was goin' nation, they didn't believe\n[01:14.44] Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n[01:17.24] We ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\n[01:19.54] I tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\n[01:22.42] Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n[01:25.47] On Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\n[01:29.58] Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n[01:32.10] Ask them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\n[01:34.74] At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n[01:37.40] Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n[01:41.07] There once was a nigga name Baby G\n[01:44.36] He drove around town with a .223\n[01:46.67] Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n[01:49.17] So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n[01:51.83] Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n[01:54.70] Me and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\n[01:57.03] They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the 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rounds\n  I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\n  Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G.]\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no ho\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\n  B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  Turk: We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  Produced ByMannie Fresh\n\n  Release DateApril 20, 1999\n"},{"id":34087450,"name":"Knock Out (feat. 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Turk and Juvenile)\n  artist: B․G․\n  album: Chopper City In The Ghetto\n  duration_ms: 450000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  In the Lex we gettin blunted\n  Fuckin hoes and countin money\n  Niggas bout anything head bustin and rap hustlin\n  Niggas that seventeen playin wit cake nigga\n  Nigga disrespcetin mine look we pullin triggas\n  Leavin em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin\n  Nigga ya lights out we ain't bout no playin and laughin\n  Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin\n  Four karat choppers out the window start to firing\n  Tag-teamin is a must for me and my rounds\n  I catch one he catch one thats how its goin down\n  Fuckin right we do it once play them hoes like that\n  While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back\n  We spend cash with each other\n  Toss ass with each other\n  And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other\n  Fuckin right We click tight Nothin come in between\n  Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin that green\n\n  There once was a nigga and his name was Turk\n  He always shot balled and he put in his work\n  Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude\n  Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes\n  B.G.]\n  B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s\n  In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\n  Its a must we stay vest up cuz we worth a lot of chesse\n  Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe\n  Ca$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\n  We ain't never been no ho\n  So run up in ya smoke\n  I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat\n  Tuesday and thursday I lay low task force on they sweep\n  On Sunday I'm out shinnin'\n  On the lake on crome straight blindin'\n  Me and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\n  Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'\n  At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\n  Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'\n\n  There once was a nigga name Baby G (B.G.)\n  He drove around town with a 223\n  Until oneday he was bustin' with a dude\n  So he hit'em with the K and knocked'em outta his shoes\n\n  B.G.: Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\n  Me and the lil Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya\n  Turk: They got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G\n  Get in our way we'll smoke ya leave ya wet in the street\n  B.G.: AKs and SK rifles I tote them\n  Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them\n  Turk: Now when we ride we ride fly stunt like a Ac (Acura)\n  We love ta shine get down and dirty in black\n  B.G.: I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi\n  Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready\n  Turk: We'll leave ya block shook\n  Fuck ya ho and get a hook\n  Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took\n  B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it\n  Rub me the wrong way I'ma draw down and start shootin'\n  Turk: For my nigga I'll blast be the first ta hit the set\n  Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject\n\n  There once was some niggas out the CMB\n  Some out the mario some out that wild T.C\n  Until one day they was bustin with some dudes\n  So they hit em with the K knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  Uh knocked em outta they shoes\n  T.C. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  V.L. nigga knocked em outta they shoes\n  They knocked em outta they shoes\n  Hot Boy$ knocked em outta they shoes\n  B.G. knocked em outta they shoes\n  Nigga Turk knocked em outta they shoes\n  The H.B.s knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Baby knocked em outta they shoes\n  My nigga Manny knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n  Knocked em outta they shoes\n\n  FeaturingTurk & Juvenile\n\n  Produced ByMannie Fresh\n\n  Release DateApril 20, 1999\n"},{"id":21426913,"name":"Knock Out (W Turk & Juvenile)","trackName":"Knock Out (W Turk & Juvenile)","artistName":"The B.G.","albumName":"Chopper City in the Ghetto","duration":204.69551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the Lex we gettin' blunted, fuckin' hos and countin' money\nNiggas 'bout 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down low Camaro blowin' them weeds\nIt's a must we stay vest up 'cause we worth a lot of chesse\nTold them haters we was goin' nation, they didn't believe\nCa$h Money worth figuers and it ain't no joke\nWe ain't never been no hos, so run up in ya smoke\nI tote a chopper in the trunk, 9 and Mac on the seat\nTuesday and Thursday, I lay low, task force on they sweep\n\nOn Sunday I'm out shinnin', on the lake on crome straight blindin'\nMe and my round off in Whispers Big Tymin'\nAsk them hos where the bar, ya thank I'm lyin'\nAt our concerts in helicopters we flyin'\nAin't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin', dyin'\n\nThere once was a nigga name Baby G\nHe drove around town with a .223\nUntil oneday he was bustin' with a dude\nSo he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes\n\nPlayin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha\nMe and the Lil' Turksta down to fuckin' twerk ya\nThey got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.\nGet in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the 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name on a blimp\nGuarantee a million sales, call it love or luck\n\nYou don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up\nWe don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down\nNiggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now\nI'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound\n\nCan't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down\nCudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty\nStay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie\nTrue pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty\nAnd then you yell, \"There go Mase!\", there go your cutie\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nI'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y\nKnow you'd rather see me die than to see me fly\nI call all the shots, rip all the spots\nRock all the rocks, cop all the drops\n\nI know you thinking now, \"When all the ballin' stops?\"\nNigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht\nTen years from now we'll still be on top\nYo, I thought I told you that we won't stop\n\nNow what you gon' do with a crew\nThat got money much longer than yours\nAnd a team much stronger than yours?\nViolate me, this'll be your day, we don't play\nMess around, be D.O.A., be on your way\n\n'Cause it ain't enough time here\nAin't enough lime here for you to shine here\nDeal with many women but treat dimes fair\nAnd I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square\nYeah, yeah, yeah\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nB-I-G P-O-P-P-A\nNo info for the DEA\nFederal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant\nTap my cell and the phone in the basement\n\nMy team supreme, stay clean\nTriple beam lyrical dream, I be that\nCat you see at all events bent\nGats in holsters, girls on shoulders\n\nPlayboy, I told ya, mere mics to me\nBruise too much, I lose too much\nStep on stage, the girls boo too much\nI guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much\n\nMe, lose my touch? Never that!\nIf I did, ain't no problem to get the gat\nWhere the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky\nWave 'em side to side and keep your hands high\n\nWhile I give your girl the eye, player, please\nLyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin'\nJig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O\nHere's my phone number, your man ain't got to know\nI got the dough, got the flow down pizat\nPlatinum plus like thizat\nDangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nWhat's going on? (What's going on?)\nSomebody tell me (what's going on?)\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see\n\nI don't know what they want from me\nIt's like the more money we come across\nThe more problems we see","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I'm coming out\n[00:07.57] I'm coming\n[00:09.26] I'm coming out\n[00:16.71] I'm coming\n[00:18.79] Now, who's hot, who not?\n[00:20.93] Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores?\n[00:22.92] You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?\n[00:25.07] Whose jewels got rocks?\n[00:26.32] Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock?\n[00:28.53] The same old pimp, Mase\n[00:30.34] You know ain't nothing change but my limp\n[00:32.23] Can't stop 'til I see my name on a blimp\n[00:34.39] Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck\n[00:36.80] You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up\n[00:38.89] We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down\n[00:41.16] Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now\n[00:43.26] I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound\n[00:45.83] Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down\n[00:47.94] Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty\n[00:50.44] Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie\n[00:52.62] True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty\n[00:55.07] And then you yell, \"There go Mase!\", there go your cutie\n[00:56.28] I don't know what they want from me\n[00:59.01] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:02.05] The more problems we see\n[01:04.31] I don't know what they want from me\n[01:08.37] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:11.27] The more problems we see\n[01:12.57] I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y\n[01:14.47] Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly\n[01:16.73] I call all the shots, rip all the spots\n[01:19.10] Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops\n[01:21.53] I know you thinking now, \"When all the ballin' stops?\"\n[01:24.10] Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht\n[01:25.92] Ten years from now we'll still be on top\n[01:28.63] Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop\n[01:30.74] Now what you gon' do with a crew\n[01:32.54] That got money much longer than yours\n[01:33.91] And a team much stronger than yours?\n[01:35.76] Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play\n[01:38.18] Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way\n[01:40.76] 'Cause it ain't enough time here\n[01:42.39] Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here\n[01:44.47] Deal with many women but treat dimes fair\n[01:46.85] And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square\n[01:49.18] Yeah, yeah, yeah\n[01:50.54] I don't know what they want from me\n[01:54.22] It's like the more money we come across\n[01:57.12] The more problems we see\n[01:59.48] I don't know what they want from me\n[02:03.77] It's like the more money we come across\n[02:06.24] The more problems we see\n[02:08.76] B-I-G P-O-P-P-A\n[02:11.15] No info for the DEA\n[02:13.44] Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant\n[02:15.80] Tap my cell and the phone in the basement\n[02:17.97] My team supreme, stay clean\n[02:20.11] Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that\n[02:22.47] Cat you see at all events bent\n[02:24.93] Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders\n[02:27.38] Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me\n[02:29.41] Bruise too much, I lose too much\n[02:31.54] Step on stage, the girls boo too much\n[02:33.92] I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much\n[02:36.31] Me, lose my touch? Never that!\n[02:38.16] If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat\n[02:40.56] Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky\n[02:43.15] Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high\n[02:45.51] While I give your girl the eye, player, please\n[02:47.67] Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin'\n[02:50.62] Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O\n[02:53.29] Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know\n[02:55.93] I got the dough, got the flow down pizat\n[02:58.22] Platinum plus like thizat\n[02:59.87] Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat\n[03:04.09] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:07.80] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:10.71] The more problems we see\n[03:13.22] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:16.92] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:19.90] The more problems we see\n[03:22.59] I don't know what they want from me\n[03:26.26] It's like the more money we come across\n[03:28.96] The more problems we see\n[03:33.74] What's going on? 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