[{"id":6322350,"name":"Represent","trackName":"Represent","artistName":"B.G.","albumName":"Chopper City","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n\nVerse 1: BulletProof\n\nI'm full of that raw\n? A cop cho choo chop\nI live and die 17 shots without a glock\nBought downtown\nWhen I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\nChopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\nSK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\nAll you can do is put it on your fuckin back\nCall? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\nI see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\nTimes are hard to explore I made my own fort\nFifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\nDoing this uptown behind a tint\nNigga chopper\nBetter watcha\nYou slip we gotcha\nThey say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\nHang it up your on the news\nPartner sings the blues\nCan't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\nSmart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\nFlip by Calliope\nFo-fo's\nHurrah my fo-fo's\nMy niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Uptown)\nV.L\n(Oh Uptown)\nUptown\n\nVerse 2: B.G.\n\nNigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\nBaby give it to me I front it all to B.G\nTrying to live swell\nSlang yale\nStack Mill\nDoing my come up is living hell\nBut its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\nOn my block I got iron\nCause its do or die\nA nigga best not fuck with me\nCause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\nWe gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\nSpray with me\nI got that AK with me\nDon't play with me\nBecause I spittin non stop\nAnything within my target cho. chop\nShoot to kill\nOn the real\nRecognize me\nFrom the U.P.T\nCarry the title B.G.\nYou heard of me\nI represent pimp niggaz\nOn my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\nI'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\nPlan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\nI'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\nFucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\nI ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\nI'm a pop em\nIt ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\nDrop em\nRight where they stand\nSayin with their chest open\nBelieve me I ain't playin\nI'm a leave that ass funky nigga\nWhen it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\nAin't no movin around\nI'm a stand my ground\nYou gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\nMy niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\nCome up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\nIf you decide to come check and you do\nThat's where I'm a leave you\nDelete you\nMute You\nClose your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\nI put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nI'm bout to go off\nGo off\nI'm bout to go off\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nUptown\n(Team up)\nV.L\nGo off\n\nVerse 3: B.G.\n\nBitch I gots to have it\nNigga up it\nAnd if you don't release it\nThen my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\nFuck it\nIts time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\nGotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\nSpill me\nWhen on concrete\nBut I cannot let that happen\nSlippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\nLoose clips go get that motherfucker something\n50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\nI might pop that trunk\nI'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\nRoll rollin with me\nWith that 223\nGo and find this nigga\nBump this nigga\nStomp this nigga\nStank this nigga\nI'm a have to bank this nigga\nGank this nigga\nPop this nigga\nStop this nigga\nI'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\nWe hit to split the scene go and blow something\nI don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\nNigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\nCheck him\nHe wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\nLet him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\nI split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nValence Street in effect\n\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: B.G.\n  album: Chopper City\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n\n  Verse 1: BulletProof\n\n  I'm full of that raw\n  ? A cop cho choo chop\n  I live and die 17 shots without a glock\n  Bought downtown\n  When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\n  Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\n  SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\n  All you can do is put it on your fuckin back\n  Call? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\n  I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\n  Times are hard to explore I made my own fort\n  Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\n  Doing this uptown behind a tint\n  Nigga chopper\n  Better watcha\n  You slip we gotcha\n  They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\n  Hang it up your on the news\n  Partner sings the blues\n  Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\n  Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\n  Flip by Calliope\n  Fo-fo's\n  Hurrah my fo-fo's\n  My niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Uptown)\n  V.L\n  (Oh Uptown)\n  Uptown\n\n  Verse 2: B.G.\n\n  Nigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\n  Baby give it to me I front it all to B.G\n  Trying to live swell\n  Slang yale\n  Stack Mill\n  Doing my come up is living hell\n  But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\n  On my block I got iron\n  Cause its do or die\n  A nigga best not fuck with me\n  Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\n  We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\n  Spray with me\n  I got that AK with me\n  Don't play with me\n  Because I spittin non stop\n  Anything within my target cho. chop\n  Shoot to kill\n  On the real\n  Recognize me\n  From the U.P.T\n  Carry the title B.G.\n  You heard of me\n  I represent pimp niggaz\n  On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\n  I'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\n  Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\n  I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\n  Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\n  I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\n  I'm a pop em\n  It ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\n  Drop em\n  Right where they stand\n  Sayin with their chest open\n  Believe me I ain't playin\n  I'm a leave that ass funky nigga\n  When it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\n  Ain't no movin around\n  I'm a stand my ground\n  You gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\n  My niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\n  Come up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\n  If you decide to come check and you do\n  That's where I'm a leave you\n  Delete you\n  Mute You\n  Close your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\n  I put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  I'm bout to go off\n  Go off\n  I'm bout to go off\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Uptown\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Go off\n\n  Verse 3: B.G.\n\n  Bitch I gots to have it\n  Nigga up it\n  And if you don't release it\n  Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\n  Fuck it\n  Its time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\n  Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\n  Spill me\n  When on concrete\n  But I cannot let that happen\n  Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\n  Loose clips go get that motherfucker something\n  50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\n  I might pop that trunk\n  I'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\n  Roll rollin with me\n  With that 223\n  Go and find this nigga\n  Bump this nigga\n  Stomp this nigga\n  Stank this nigga\n  I'm a have to bank this nigga\n  Gank this nigga\n  Pop this nigga\n  Stop this nigga\n  I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\n  We hit to split the scene go and blow something\n  I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\n  Nigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\n  Check him\n  He wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\n  Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\n  I split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Valence Street in effect\n\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n"},{"id":16629749,"name":"Represent","trackName":"Represent","artistName":"B․G․","albumName":"Chopper City","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n\nVerse 1: BulletProof\n\nI'm full of that raw\n? a cop cho choo chop\nI live and die 17 shots without a glock\nBought downtown\nWhen I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\nChopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\nSK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\nAll you can do is put it on your fuckin back\nCall? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\nI see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\nTimes are hard to explore I made my own fort\nFifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\nDoing this uptown behind a tint\nNigga chopper\nBetter watcha\nYou slip we gotcha\nThey say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\nHang it up your on the news\nPartner sings the blues\nCan't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\nSmart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\nFlip by Calliope\nFo-fo's\nHurrah my fo-fo's\nMy niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Uptown)\nV.L\n(Oh Uptown)\nUptown\n\nVerse 2: B.G.\n\nNigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\nBaby give it to me I front it all to B.G\nTrying to live swell\nSlang yale\nStack Mill\nDoing my come up is living hell\nBut its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\nOn my block I got iron\nCause its do or die\nA nigga best not fuck with me\nCause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\nWe gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\nSpray with me\nI got that AK with me\nDon't play with me\nBecause I spittin non stop\nAnything within my target cho. chop\nShoot to kill\nOn the real\nRecognize me\nFrom the U.P.T\nCarry the title B.G.\nYou heard of me\nI represent pimp niggaz\nOn my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\nI'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\nPlan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\nI'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\nFucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\nI ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\nI'm a pop em\nIt ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\nDrop em\nRight where they stand\nSayin with their chest open\nBelieve me I ain't playin\nI'm a leave that ass funky nigga\nWhen it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\nAin't no movin around\nI'm a stand my ground\nYou gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\nMy niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\nCome up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\nIf you decide to come check and you do\nThat's where I'm a leave you\nDelete you\nMute You\nClose your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\nI put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nI'm bout to go off\nGo off\nI'm bout to go off\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nUptown\n(Team up)\nV.L\nGo off\n\nVerse 3: B.G.\n\nBitch I gots to have it\nNigga up it\nAnd if you don't release it\nThen my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\nFuck it\nIts time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\nGotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\nSpill me\nWhen on concrete\nBut I cannot let that happen\nSlippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\nLoose clips go get that motherfucker something\n50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\nI might pop that trunk\nI'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\nRoll rollin with me\nWith that 223\nGo and find this nigga\nBump this nigga\nStomp this nigga\nStank this nigga\nI'm a have to bank this nigga\nGank this nigga\nPop this nigga\nStop this nigga\nI'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\nWe hit to split the scene go and blow something\nI don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\nNigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\nCheck him\nHe wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\nLet him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\nI split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nValence Street in effect\n\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: B․G․\n  album: Chopper City\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n\n  Verse 1: BulletProof\n\n  I'm full of that raw\n  ? a cop cho choo chop\n  I live and die 17 shots without a glock\n  Bought downtown\n  When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\n  Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\n  SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\n  All you can do is put it on your fuckin back\n  Call? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\n  I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\n  Times are hard to explore I made my own fort\n  Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\n  Doing this uptown behind a tint\n  Nigga chopper\n  Better watcha\n  You slip we gotcha\n  They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\n  Hang it up your on the news\n  Partner sings the blues\n  Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\n  Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\n  Flip by Calliope\n  Fo-fo's\n  Hurrah my fo-fo's\n  My niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Uptown)\n  V.L\n  (Oh Uptown)\n  Uptown\n\n  Verse 2: B.G.\n\n  Nigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\n  Baby give it to me I front it all to B.G\n  Trying to live swell\n  Slang yale\n  Stack Mill\n  Doing my come up is living hell\n  But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\n  On my block I got iron\n  Cause its do or die\n  A nigga best not fuck with me\n  Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\n  We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\n  Spray with me\n  I got that AK with me\n  Don't play with me\n  Because I spittin non stop\n  Anything within my target cho. chop\n  Shoot to kill\n  On the real\n  Recognize me\n  From the U.P.T\n  Carry the title B.G.\n  You heard of me\n  I represent pimp niggaz\n  On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\n  I'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\n  Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\n  I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\n  Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\n  I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\n  I'm a pop em\n  It ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\n  Drop em\n  Right where they stand\n  Sayin with their chest open\n  Believe me I ain't playin\n  I'm a leave that ass funky nigga\n  When it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\n  Ain't no movin around\n  I'm a stand my ground\n  You gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\n  My niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\n  Come up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\n  If you decide to come check and you do\n  That's where I'm a leave you\n  Delete you\n  Mute You\n  Close your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\n  I put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  I'm bout to go off\n  Go off\n  I'm bout to go off\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Uptown\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Go off\n\n  Verse 3: B.G.\n\n  Bitch I gots to have it\n  Nigga up it\n  And if you don't release it\n  Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\n  Fuck it\n  Its time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\n  Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\n  Spill me\n  When on concrete\n  But I cannot let that happen\n  Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\n  Loose clips go get that motherfucker something\n  50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\n  I might pop that trunk\n  I'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\n  Roll rollin with me\n  With that 223\n  Go and find this nigga\n  Bump this nigga\n  Stomp this nigga\n  Stank this nigga\n  I'm a have to bank this nigga\n  Gank this nigga\n  Pop this nigga\n  Stop this nigga\n  I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\n  We hit to split the scene go and blow something\n  I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\n  Nigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\n  Check him\n  He wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\n  Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\n  I split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Valence Street in effect\n\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n"},{"id":34097144,"name":"Represent","trackName":"Represent","artistName":"B․G․","albumName":"Chopper City","duration":675.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n\nVerse 1: BulletProof\n\nI'm full of that raw\n? a cop cho choo chop\nI live and die 17 shots without a glock\nBought downtown\nWhen I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\nChopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\nSK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\nAll you can do is put it on your fuckin back\nCall? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\nI see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\nTimes are hard to explore I made my own fort\nFifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\nDoing this uptown behind a tint\nNigga chopper\nBetter watcha\nYou slip we gotcha\nThey say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\nHang it up your on the news\nPartner sings the blues\nCan't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\nSmart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\nFlip by Calliope\nFo-fo's\nHurrah my fo-fo's\nMy niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Uptown)\nV.L\n(Oh Uptown)\nUptown\n\nVerse 2: B.G.\n\nNigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\nBaby give it to me I front it all to B.G\nTrying to live swell\nSlang yale\nStack Mill\nDoing my come up is living hell\nBut its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\nOn my block I got iron\nCause its do or die\nA nigga best not fuck with me\nCause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\nWe gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\nSpray with me\nI got that AK with me\nDon't play with me\nBecause I spittin non stop\nAnything within my target cho. chop\nShoot to kill\nOn the real\nRecognize me\nFrom the U.P.T\nCarry the title B.G.\nYou heard of me\nI represent pimp niggaz\nOn my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\nI'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\nPlan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\nI'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\nFucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\nI ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\nI'm a pop em\nIt ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\nDrop em\nRight where they stand\nSayin with their chest open\nBelieve me I ain't playin\nI'm a leave that ass funky nigga\nWhen it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\nAin't no movin around\nI'm a stand my ground\nYou gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\nMy niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\nCome up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\nIf you decide to come check and you do\nThat's where I'm a leave you\nDelete you\nMute You\nClose your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\nI put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nI'm bout to go off\nGo off\nI'm bout to go off\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nUptown\n(Team up)\nV.L\nGo off\n\nVerse 3: B.G.\n\nBitch I gots to have it\nNigga up it\nAnd if you don't release it\nThen my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\nFuck it\nIts time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\nGotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\nSpill me\nWhen on concrete\nBut I cannot let that happen\nSlippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\nLoose clips go get that motherfucker something\n50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\nI might pop that trunk\nI'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\nRoll rollin with me\nWith that 223\nGo and find this nigga\nBump this nigga\nStomp this nigga\nStank this nigga\nI'm a have to bank this nigga\nGank this nigga\nPop this nigga\nStop this nigga\nI'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\nWe hit to split the scene go and blow something\nI don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\nNigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\nCheck him\nHe wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\nLet him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\nI split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nValence Street in effect\n\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: B․G․\n  album: Chopper City\n  duration_ms: 675000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n\n  Verse 1: BulletProof\n\n  I'm full of that raw\n  ? a cop cho choo chop\n  I live and die 17 shots without a glock\n  Bought downtown\n  When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\n  Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\n  SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\n  All you can do is put it on your fuckin back\n  Call? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\n  I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\n  Times are hard to explore I made my own fort\n  Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\n  Doing this uptown behind a tint\n  Nigga chopper\n  Better watcha\n  You slip we gotcha\n  They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\n  Hang it up your on the news\n  Partner sings the blues\n  Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\n  Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\n  Flip by Calliope\n  Fo-fo's\n  Hurrah my fo-fo's\n  My niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Uptown)\n  V.L\n  (Oh Uptown)\n  Uptown\n\n  Verse 2: B.G.\n\n  Nigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\n  Baby give it to me I front it all to B.G\n  Trying to live swell\n  Slang yale\n  Stack Mill\n  Doing my come up is living hell\n  But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\n  On my block I got iron\n  Cause its do or die\n  A nigga best not fuck with me\n  Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\n  We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\n  Spray with me\n  I got that AK with me\n  Don't play with me\n  Because I spittin non stop\n  Anything within my target cho. chop\n  Shoot to kill\n  On the real\n  Recognize me\n  From the U.P.T\n  Carry the title B.G.\n  You heard of me\n  I represent pimp niggaz\n  On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\n  I'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\n  Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\n  I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\n  Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\n  I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\n  I'm a pop em\n  It ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\n  Drop em\n  Right where they stand\n  Sayin with their chest open\n  Believe me I ain't playin\n  I'm a leave that ass funky nigga\n  When it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\n  Ain't no movin around\n  I'm a stand my ground\n  You gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\n  My niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\n  Come up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\n  If you decide to come check and you do\n  That's where I'm a leave you\n  Delete you\n  Mute You\n  Close your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\n  I put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  I'm bout to go off\n  Go off\n  I'm bout to go off\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Uptown\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Go off\n\n  Verse 3: B.G.\n\n  Bitch I gots to have it\n  Nigga up it\n  And if you don't release it\n  Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\n  Fuck it\n  Its time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\n  Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\n  Spill me\n  When on concrete\n  But I cannot let that happen\n  Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\n  Loose clips go get that motherfucker something\n  50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\n  I might pop that trunk\n  I'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\n  Roll rollin with me\n  With that 223\n  Go and find this nigga\n  Bump this nigga\n  Stomp this nigga\n  Stank this nigga\n  I'm a have to bank this nigga\n  Gank this nigga\n  Pop this nigga\n  Stop this nigga\n  I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\n  We hit to split the scene go and blow something\n  I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\n  Nigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\n  Check him\n  He wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\n  Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\n  I split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Valence Street in effect\n\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n"},{"id":38613919,"name":"Represent","trackName":"Represent","artistName":"B.G.","albumName":"Chopper City","duration":675.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n\nVerse 1: BulletProof\n\nI'm full of that raw\n? A cop cho choo chop\nI live and die 17 shots without a glock\nBought downtown\nWhen I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\nChopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\nSK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\nAll you can do is put it on your fuckin back\nCall? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\nI see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\nTimes are hard to explore I made my own fort\nFifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\nDoing this uptown behind a tint\nNigga chopper\nBetter watcha\nYou slip we gotcha\nThey say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\nHang it up your on the news\nPartner sings the blues\nCan't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\nSmart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\nFlip by Calliope\nFo-fo's\nHurrah my fo-fo's\nMy niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Uptown)\nV.L\n(Oh Uptown)\nUptown\n\nVerse 2: B.G.\n\nNigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\nBaby give it to me I front it all to B.G\nTrying to live swell\nSlang yale\nStack Mill\nDoing my come up is living hell\nBut its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\nOn my block I got iron\nCause its do or die\nA nigga best not fuck with me\nCause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\nWe gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\nSpray with me\nI got that AK with me\nDon't play with me\nBecause I spittin non stop\nAnything within my target cho. chop\nShoot to kill\nOn the real\nRecognize me\nFrom the U.P.T\nCarry the title B.G.\nYou heard of me\nI represent pimp niggaz\nOn my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\nI'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\nPlan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\nI'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\nFucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\nI ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\nI'm a pop em\nIt ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\nDrop em\nRight where they stand\nSayin with their chest open\nBelieve me I ain't playin\nI'm a leave that ass funky nigga\nWhen it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\nAin't no movin around\nI'm a stand my ground\nYou gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\nMy niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\nCome up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\nIf you decide to come check and you do\nThat's where I'm a leave you\nDelete you\nMute You\nClose your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\nI put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nI'm bout to go off\nGo off\nI'm bout to go off\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up)\nV\nV.L\nGo off\nGo off\n(Team up, team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nUptown\n(Team up)\nV.L\nGo off\n\nVerse 3: B.G.\n\nBitch I gots to have it\nNigga up it\nAnd if you don't release it\nThen my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\nFuck it\nIts time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\nGotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\nSpill me\nWhen on concrete\nBut I cannot let that happen\nSlippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\nLoose clips go get that motherfucker something\n50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\nI might pop that trunk\nI'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\nRoll rollin with me\nWith that 223\nGo and find this nigga\nBump this nigga\nStomp this nigga\nStank this nigga\nI'm a have to bank this nigga\nGank this nigga\nPop this nigga\nStop this nigga\nI'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\nWe hit to split the scene go and blow something\nI don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\nNigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\nCheck him\nHe wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\nLet him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\nI split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\nV.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\nThey got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n(B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up, team up)\nV\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\n(Team up)\nV.L\nValence Street in effect\n\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off\nGo off, go off","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: B.G.\n  album: Chopper City\n  duration_ms: 675000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n\n  Verse 1: BulletProof\n\n  I'm full of that raw\n  ? A cop cho choo chop\n  I live and die 17 shots without a glock\n  Bought downtown\n  When I hit your spot I'm tearin it down\n  Chopper City be coming playing with over a hundred rounds\n  SK's, AK's, 10 and 4's, G's and Mac's\n  All you can do is put it on your fuckin back\n  Call? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope\n  I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes\n  Times are hard to explore I made my own fort\n  Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?\n  Doing this uptown behind a tint\n  Nigga chopper\n  Better watcha\n  You slip we gotcha\n  They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose\n  Hang it up your on the news\n  Partner sings the blues\n  Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo\n  Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke\n  Flip by Calliope\n  Fo-fo's\n  Hurrah my fo-fo's\n  My niggaz in public run in the store bank froze\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Uptown)\n  V.L\n  (Oh Uptown)\n  Uptown\n\n  Verse 2: B.G.\n\n  Nigga I got a hustle I'm trying to move keys\n  Baby give it to me I front it all to B.G\n  Trying to live swell\n  Slang yale\n  Stack Mill\n  Doing my come up is living hell\n  But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind\n  On my block I got iron\n  Cause its do or die\n  A nigga best not fuck with me\n  Cause I got a click strictly don't fuck with me\n  We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me\n  Spray with me\n  I got that AK with me\n  Don't play with me\n  Because I spittin non stop\n  Anything within my target cho. chop\n  Shoot to kill\n  On the real\n  Recognize me\n  From the U.P.T\n  Carry the title B.G.\n  You heard of me\n  I represent pimp niggaz\n  On my songs I got advice for the wimp niggaz\n  I'm bout mine so I lay back and scope niggaz\n  Plan it out and then I straight up rope niggaz\n  I'm taxing niggaz with chips off the cellyah\n  Fucking hoes, smoking blunts on the regular\n  I ain't no hoe I'm taking on all competitors\n  I'm a pop em\n  It ain't no secret nigga I got to chop em\n  Drop em\n  Right where they stand\n  Sayin with their chest open\n  Believe me I ain't playin\n  I'm a leave that ass funky nigga\n  When it's time to handle biz I'm a act donkey nigga\n  Ain't no movin around\n  I'm a stand my ground\n  You gotta work for me I'm on Valence, Uptown\n  My niggaz play with choppas and choppas only\n  Come up here you ain't cause your bitch ass phony\n  If you decide to come check and you do\n  That's where I'm a leave you\n  Delete you\n  Mute You\n  Close your mouth and your eyes all that playa hatin\n  I put dicks in the dirt nigga I ain't fakin\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  I'm bout to go off\n  Go off\n  I'm bout to go off\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  Go off\n  Go off\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Uptown\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Go off\n\n  Verse 3: B.G.\n\n  Bitch I gots to have it\n  Nigga up it\n  And if you don't release it\n  Then my gat I'm going to have to pluck it\n  Fuck it\n  Its time to kill all you real niggaz feel me\n  Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me\n  Spill me\n  When on concrete\n  But I cannot let that happen\n  Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN!\n  Loose clips go get that motherfucker something\n  50 rounds from that chop will go get that buster straight dump\n  I might pop that trunk\n  I'm a motherfuckin Trill B.G.\n  Roll rollin with me\n  With that 223\n  Go and find this nigga\n  Bump this nigga\n  Stomp this nigga\n  Stank this nigga\n  I'm a have to bank this nigga\n  Gank this nigga\n  Pop this nigga\n  Stop this nigga\n  I'm on V.L. so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick\n  We hit to split the scene go and blow something\n  I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing\n  Nigga talked to much he had to straight wreck him\n  Check him\n  He wanted beef so I had to disrespect him\n  Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe\n  I split hats on niggaz I'm beefin with watch your back UHHH!\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture\n  V.L. got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker\n  They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture UHHH!\n\n  (B.G.)(BulletProof)\n\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up, team up)\n  V\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  (Team up)\n  V.L\n  Valence Street in effect\n\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n  Go off, go off\n"},{"id":38427336,"name":"Represent","trackName":"Represent","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"G-Bo The Pro And DJ Rei Double R Mix Tape 18 (Side B)","duration":143.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Represent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nStraight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\nGet murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\nThe corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\nWho don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\nAt the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North\nBefore we get the four pounders, and take their face off\nThe streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\nThe D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us\nAnd killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\nI drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\nThe fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\nThinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em\nAnd leave em done, won't even run about Gods\nI don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\nNas is a rebel of the street corner\nPulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nYo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\nMoet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\nWho's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\nWhen I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\nCold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back\nLove committing sins and my friends sell crack\nThis nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\nThe school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\nCause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts\nSo I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts\nThe brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\nThe type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\nSomehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\nUsed to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\nNow I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs\nFly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nRepresent, represent!\nNo doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\nBefore the BDP conflict with MC Shan\nAround the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\nI used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\nEvery day's a different plan that had us running from cops\nIf it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\nWe was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\nNowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\nFuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand\nCould use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man\nBut if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\nThen call the crew to get live too\nWith Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\nMike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\nMy shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\nIt's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!\nRepresent ya'll, represent!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.50]Represent, represent!\n[00:12.17]Represent, represent!\n[00:14.69]Represent, represent!\n[00:17.45]Represent, represent!\n[00:19.56]Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n[00:22.58]Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n[00:25.23]The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n[00:27.89]Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n[00:30.23]At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North\n[00:32.40]Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off\n[00:34.90]The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\n[00:38.06]The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us\n[00:40.74]And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n[00:42.85]I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\n[00:46.03]The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\n[00:48.34]Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em\n[00:51.11]And leave em done, won't even run about Gods\n[00:53.15]I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\n[00:56.08]Nas is a rebel of the street corner\n[00:58.45]Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n[01:01.45]Represent, represent!\n[01:04.26]Represent, represent!\n[01:06.49]Represent, represent!\n[01:09.01]Represent, represent!\n[01:11.94]Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\n[01:14.43]Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\n[01:17.10]Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\n[01:19.39]When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\n[01:21.89]Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back\n[01:24.49]Love committing sins and my friends sell crack\n[01:26.85]This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n[01:29.46]The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n[01:32.32]Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts\n[01:34.93]So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts\n[01:37.56]The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\n[01:40.07]The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\n[01:42.96]Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n[01:45.34]Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\n[01:48.08]Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs\n[01:50.35]Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n[01:52.96]Represent, represent!\n[01:55.70]Represent, represent!\n[01:58.50]Represent, represent!\n[02:00.18]No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n[02:03.20]Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n[02:05.52]Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\n[02:08.33]I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\n[02:10.86]Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops\n[02:13.50]If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\n[02:15.96]We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\n[02:18.81]Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\n[02:21.62]Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand\n[02:24.33]Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man\n[02:26.87]But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\n[02:29.57]Then call the crew to get live too\n[02:31.32]With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\n[02:34.77]Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\n[02:37.14]My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\n[02:39.69]It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n[02:42.17]'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love\n[02:44.81]Represent ya'll, represent!\n[02:47.45]Represent ya'll, represent!\n[02:49.96]Represent ya'll, represent!\n[02:52.62]Represent ya'll, represent!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Represent\n  artist: Nas\n  album: G-Bo The Pro And DJ Rei Double R Mix Tape 18 (Side B)\n  duration_ms: 143000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Represent, represent!\n  start_ms: 10500\n  end_ms: 12170\n- text: Represent, represent!\n  start_ms: 12170\n  end_ms: 14690\n- text: Represent, represent!\n  start_ms: 14690\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: Represent, represent!\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 19560\n- text: Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle\n  start_ms: 19560\n  end_ms: 22580\n- text: Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble\n  start_ms: 22580\n  end_ms: 25230\n- text: The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals\n  start_ms: 25230\n  end_ms: 27890\n- text: Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all stare\n  start_ms: 27890\n  end_ms: 30230\n- text: At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) 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They better break North\n  Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off\n  The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers\n  The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and knock us\n  And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters\n  I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for\n  The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners\n  Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em\n  And leave em done, won't even run about Gods\n  I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards\n  Nas is a rebel of the street corner\n  Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure\n  Represent, represent!\n  Represent, represent!\n  Represent, represent!\n  Represent, represent!\n  Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella\n  Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller\n  Who's always on the corner, rolling up blessed\n  When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess\n  Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back\n  Love committing sins and my friends sell crack\n  This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue\n  The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one\n  Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts\n  So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts\n  The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator\n  The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator\n  Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game\n  Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames\n  Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs\n  Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's\n  Represent, represent!\n  Represent, represent!\n  Represent, represent!\n  No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about\n  Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan\n  Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane\n  I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block\n  Every day's a different plan that had us running from cops\n  If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine spots\n  We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks\n  Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man\n  Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand\n  Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man\n  But if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam\n  Then call the crew to get live too\n  With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow\n  Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit\n  My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it\n  It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs\n  'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love\n  Represent ya'll, represent!\n  Represent ya'll, represent!\n  Represent ya'll, represent!\n  Represent ya'll, represent!\n"}]