[{"id":17672226,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Big L Videos","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\nI got drug spots from New York to Canada\nCause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\nNow it's the dictator who's style is greater\nIt's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\nAnd rappers I hit 'em well\nThey automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\nSo don't try to front troop\nWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\nI'm out to collect figures\nI'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\nNot a role model I'm a bad figure\nWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\nI got it locked like a warden\nRap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\nSo all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\nIt's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\nIt ain't shit you can tell me\nBecause bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\nIt's the number one crew in the area\n\"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\nYo I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\nWreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\nPlease show me where the crack is at\nWhile they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\nSo I'm the one you should run from\nBecause the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\nThe way I rock no way you could stop\nI shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\nWhen I'm in the zone better hold ya own\nCause I like to break when I finish a poem\nPound for p-p-pound the best around\nNo way you can get up when I get down\nI shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\nAnd beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\nFuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\nSo ladies step up I get around like a wheel\nI'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\nBitches are screaming like Onyx\nRespect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\nCreep through your block fuck a Glock I step\nThrough your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\nI'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\nYa man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\nYo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\nI'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\nSo mess around you'll be a dead man\nI get hype tonight's the night like Redman\nNuff respect to Big L who get wreck\nChiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\nI'm lethal, eatin' people\nNot Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\nSo what cha want?\nYo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\nI'm leavin' caps in your back fool\nI rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\nA nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\nI stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause you're marked for death","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.23] It's the number one crew in the area\n[00:09.13] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n[00:12.04] Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n[00:15.47] Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n[00:17.96] Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n[00:20.79] I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n[00:22.98] I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n[00:25.63] I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n[00:27.76] I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n[00:31.00] After you your man'll get scarred next\n[00:33.07] And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n[00:35.98] A Tec-9 is my utensil\n[00:37.61] Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n[00:41.07] I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n[00:43.20] I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n[00:46.15] I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n[00:48.74] Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n[00:51.65] Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n[00:54.27] It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n[00:56.97] And rappers I hit 'em well\n[00:58.64] They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n[01:01.97] So don't try to front troop\n[01:04.07] When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n[01:07.29] I'm out to collect figures\n[01:09.03] I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n[01:12.23] Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n[01:14.38] When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n[01:17.46] I got it locked like a warden\n[01:19.22] Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n[01:22.37] So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n[01:24.42] It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n[01:27.66] It ain't shit you can tell me\n[01:29.30] Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:32.87] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.63] \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n[01:42.86] Yo I got a death wish\n[01:44.06] That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:45.71] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.09] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:50.13] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n[01:51.82] And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n[01:53.57] Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.72] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.33] Because to me death is like sex\n[02:00.64] And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n[02:03.63] Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.09] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.09] Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n[02:14.16] From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n[02:17.37] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n[03:02.62] No way you can get up when I get down\n[03:05.33] I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n[03:07.94] And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n[03:10.34] Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n[03:13.11] So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n[03:15.66] I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n[03:17.38] Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n[03:18.36] Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n[03:20.79] Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n[03:23.27] Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n[03:25.65] I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n[03:28.38] Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n[03:42.44] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n[03:45.02] I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n[03:48.32] So mess around you'll be a dead man\n[03:50.28] I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n[03:52.87] Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:10.14] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.91] If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n[05:14.77] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:15.71] You tried to play me to the left\n[05:17.22] You better put a target on your head\n[05:19.14] Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L\n  album: Big L Videos\n  duration_ms: 324000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's the number one crew in the area\n  start_ms: 3230\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  start_ms: 9130\n  end_ms: 12040\n- text: Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  start_ms: 12040\n  end_ms: 15470\n- text: Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  start_ms: 15470\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 20790\n- text: I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  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You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":232517,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more 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I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya 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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear 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pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock no way you could stop\n  I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n  Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n  Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n  So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n  Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":9030395,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Danger","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\nI got drug spots from New York to Canada\nCause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\nNow it's the dictator who's style is greater\nIt's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\nAnd rappers I hit 'em well\nThey automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\nSo don't try to front troop\nWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\nI'm out to collect figures\nI'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\nNot a role model I'm a bad figure\nWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\nI got it locked like a warden\nRap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\nSo all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\nIt's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\nIt ain't shit you can tell me\nBecause bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\nIt's the number one crew in the area\n\"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\nYo I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a 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real\nYa man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\nYo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\nI'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\nSo mess around you'll be a dead man\nI get hype tonight's the night like Redman\nNuff respect to Big L who get wreck\nChiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\nI'm lethal, eatin' people\nNot Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\nSo what cha want?\nYo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\nI'm leavin' caps in your back fool\nI rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\nA nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\nI stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause you're marked for death","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L\n  album: Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Danger\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n\n  The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n  I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n  I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n  After you your man'll get scarred next\n  And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n  A Tec-9 is my utensil\n  Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n  I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n  I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock no way you could stop\n  I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n  Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n  Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n  So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n  Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":30804325,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Lifestyles Ov Da Poor & Dangerous","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\nI got drug spots from New York to Canada\nCause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\nNow it's the dictator who's style is greater\nIt's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\nAnd rappers I hit 'em well\nThey automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\nSo don't try to front troop\nWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\nI'm out to collect figures\nI'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\nNot a role model I'm a bad figure\nWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\nI got it locked like a warden\nRap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\nSo all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\nIt's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\nIt ain't shit you can tell me\nBecause bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\nIt's the number one crew in the area\n\"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\nYo I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\nWreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\nPlease show me where the crack is at\nWhile they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\nSo I'm the one you should run from\nBecause the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\nThe way I rock no way you could stop\nI shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\nWhen I'm in the zone better hold ya own\nCause I like to break when I finish a poem\nPound for p-p-pound the best around\nNo way you can get up when I get down\nI shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\nAnd beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\nFuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\nSo ladies step up I get around like a wheel\nI'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\nBitches are screaming like Onyx\nRespect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\nCreep through your block fuck a Glock I step\nThrough your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\nI'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\nYa man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\nYo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\nI'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\nSo mess around you'll be a dead man\nI get hype tonight's the night like Redman\nNuff respect to Big L who get wreck\nChiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\nI'm lethal, eatin' people\nNot Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\nSo what cha want?\nYo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\nI'm leavin' caps in your back fool\nI rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\nA nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\nI stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause you're marked for death","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.23] It's the number one crew in the area\n[00:09.13] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n[00:12.04] Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n[00:15.47] Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n[00:17.96] Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n[00:20.79] I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n[00:22.98] I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n[00:25.63] I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n[00:27.76] I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n[00:31.00] After you your man'll get scarred next\n[00:33.07] And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n[00:35.98] A Tec-9 is my utensil\n[00:37.61] Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n[00:41.07] I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n[00:43.20] I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n[00:46.15] I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n[00:48.74] Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n[00:51.65] Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n[00:54.27] It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n[00:56.97] And rappers I hit 'em well\n[00:58.64] They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n[01:01.97] So don't try to front troop\n[01:04.07] When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n[01:07.29] I'm out to collect figures\n[01:09.03] I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n[01:12.23] Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n[01:14.38] When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n[01:17.46] I got it locked like a warden\n[01:19.22] Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n[01:22.37] So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n[01:24.42] It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n[01:27.66] It ain't shit you can tell me\n[01:29.30] Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:32.87] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.63] \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n[01:42.86] Yo I got a death wish\n[01:44.06] That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:45.71] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.09] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:50.13] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n[01:51.82] And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n[01:53.57] Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.72] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.33] Because to me death is like sex\n[02:00.64] And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n[02:03.63] Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.09] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.09] Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n[02:14.16] From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n[02:17.37] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n[03:02.62] No way you can get up when I get down\n[03:05.33] I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n[03:07.94] And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n[03:10.34] Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n[03:13.11] So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n[03:15.66] I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n[03:17.38] Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n[03:18.36] Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n[03:20.79] Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n[03:23.27] Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n[03:25.65] I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n[03:28.38] Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n[03:42.44] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n[03:45.02] I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n[03:48.32] So mess around you'll be a dead man\n[03:50.28] I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n[03:52.87] Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear 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the left\n  start_ms: 315710\n  end_ms: 317220\n- text: You better put a target on your head\n  start_ms: 317220\n  end_ms: 319140\n- text: Cause you're marked for death\n  start_ms: 319140\n  end_ms: 320540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 320540\nplain: |-\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n\n  The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n  I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n  I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n  After you your man'll get scarred next\n  And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n  A Tec-9 is my utensil\n  Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n  I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n  I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock no way you could stop\n  I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n  Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n  Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n  So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n  Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":31648629,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous","duration":427.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\nI got drug spots from New York to Canada\nCause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\nNow it's the dictator who's style is greater\nIt's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\nAnd rappers I hit 'em well\nThey automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\nSo don't try to front troop\nWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\nI'm out to collect figures\nI'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\nNot a role model I'm a bad figure\nWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\nI got it locked like a warden\nRap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\nSo all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\nIt's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\nIt ain't shit you can tell me\nBecause bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\nIt's the number one crew in the area\n\"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\nYo I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\nWreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\nPlease show me where the crack is at\nWhile they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\nSo I'm the one you should run from\nBecause the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\nThe way I rock no way you could stop\nI shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\nWhen I'm in the zone better hold ya own\nCause I like to break when I finish a poem\nPound for p-p-pound the best around\nNo way you can get up when I get down\nI shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\nAnd beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\nFuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\nSo ladies step up I get around like a wheel\nI'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\nBitches are screaming like Onyx\nRespect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\nCreep through your block fuck a Glock I step\nThrough your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\nI'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\nYa man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\nYo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\nI'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\nSo mess around you'll be a dead man\nI get hype tonight's the night like Redman\nNuff respect to Big L who get wreck\nChiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\nI'm lethal, eatin' people\nNot Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\nSo what cha want?\nYo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\nI'm leavin' caps in your back fool\nI rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\nA nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\nI stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause 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from New York to Canada\n[00:48.74] Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n[00:51.65] Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n[00:54.27] It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n[00:56.97] And rappers I hit 'em well\n[00:58.64] They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n[01:01.97] So don't try to front troop\n[01:04.07] When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n[01:07.29] I'm out to collect figures\n[01:09.03] I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n[01:12.23] Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n[01:14.38] When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n[01:17.46] I got it locked like a warden\n[01:19.22] Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n[01:22.37] So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n[01:24.42] It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n[01:27.66] It ain't shit you can tell me\n[01:29.30] Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:32.87] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.63] \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n[01:42.86] Yo I got a death wish\n[01:44.06] That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:45.71] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.09] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:50.13] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n[01:51.82] And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n[01:53.57] Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.72] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.33] Because to me death is like sex\n[02:00.64] And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n[02:03.63] Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.09] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.09] Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n[02:14.16] From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n[02:17.37] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n[03:02.62] No way you can get up when I get down\n[03:05.33] I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n[03:07.94] And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n[03:10.34] Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n[03:13.11] So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n[03:15.66] I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n[03:17.38] Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n[03:18.36] Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n[03:20.79] Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n[03:23.27] Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n[03:25.65] I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n[03:28.38] Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n[03:42.44] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n[03:45.02] I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n[03:48.32] So mess around you'll be a dead man\n[03:50.28] I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n[03:52.87] Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:10.14] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.91] If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n[05:14.77] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:15.71] You tried to play me to the left\n[05:17.22] You better put a target on your head\n[05:19.14] Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L\n  album: Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous\n  duration_ms: 427000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's the number one crew in the area\n  start_ms: 3230\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  start_ms: 9130\n  end_ms: 12040\n- text: Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  start_ms: 12040\n  end_ms: 15470\n- text: Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  start_ms: 15470\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 20790\n- text: I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, 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I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya 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fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  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I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya 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kids\n[02:19.22] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.01] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.38] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.00] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.25] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.85] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.65] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.25] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.08] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.13] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.02] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.93] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.98] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.52] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.53] Pound for p-p-pound the best 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man\n[03:50.21] I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n[03:52.83] Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:55.21] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.27] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.89] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.19] So what cha want?\n[04:04.39] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.72] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.33] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.88] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.45] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.05] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.50] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.90] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.38] And that's how we do. 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cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the 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kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best 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wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. 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You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":16699593,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"The Greatest Rap","duration":323.7435,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by 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death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a 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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear 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pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock no way you could stop\n  I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n  Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n  Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n  So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n  Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":15975209,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"[standalone recordings]","duration":323.592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's the number one crew in the area\n\nThe Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\nGettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\nCause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\nGot fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\nI'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\nI don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\nI'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\nI get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\nAfter you your man'll get scarred next\nAnd if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\nA Tec-9 is my utensil\nFillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\nI'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\nI get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\nI got drug spots from New York to Canada\nCause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\nNow it's the dictator who's style is greater\nIt's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\nAnd rappers I hit 'em well\nThey automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\nSo don't try to front troop\nWhen your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\nI'm out to collect figures\nI'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\nNot a role model I'm a bad figure\nWhen it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\nI got it locked like a warden\nRap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\nSo all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\nIt's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\nIt ain't shit you can tell me\nBecause bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\nIt's the number one crew in the area\n\"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\nYo I got a death wish\nThat's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\nI want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\nSo I can fill up this clip\nAnd stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\nAnd let 'em smoke the four fifth\nAh fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\nIt's time for motherfuckers to die\nBecause to me death is like sex\nAnd if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\nStrap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\nThe blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\nCause the Microphone Nut's loose\nAnd you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\nFrom 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\nFor murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\nThese were the kids of the prison guards\nThen I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\nOne two everybody's through\nThe Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\nAnd now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\nWhoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\nI run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\nWreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\nPlease show me where the crack is at\nWhile they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\nSo I'm the one you should run from\nBecause the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\nThe way I rock no way you could stop\nI shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\nWhen I'm in the zone better hold ya own\nCause I like to break when I finish a poem\nPound for p-p-pound the best around\nNo way you can get up when I get down\nI shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\nAnd beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\nFuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\nSo ladies step up I get around like a wheel\nI'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\nBitches are screaming like Onyx\nRespect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\nCreep through your block fuck a Glock I step\nThrough your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\nI'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm 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a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:32.87] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.63] \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n[01:42.86] Yo I got a death wish\n[01:44.06] That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:45.71] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.09] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:50.13] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n[01:51.82] And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n[01:53.57] Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.72] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.33] Because to me death is like sex\n[02:00.64] And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n[02:03.63] Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.09] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.09] Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n[02:14.16] From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n[02:17.37] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best 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wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear 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stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  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a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:32.87] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.63] \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n[01:42.86] Yo I got a death wish\n[01:44.06] That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:45.71] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.09] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:50.13] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n[01:51.82] And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n[01:53.57] Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.72] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.33] Because to me death is like sex\n[02:00.64] And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n[02:03.63] Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.09] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.09] Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n[02:14.16] From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n[02:17.37] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n[03:02.62] No way you can get up when I get down\n[03:05.33] I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n[03:07.94] And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n[03:10.34] Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n[03:13.11] So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n[03:15.66] I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n[03:17.38] Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n[03:18.36] Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n[03:20.79] Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n[03:23.27] Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n[03:25.65] I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n[03:28.38] Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n[03:42.44] Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n[03:45.02] I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n[03:48.32] So mess around you'll be a dead man\n[03:50.28] I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n[03:52.87] Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:10.14] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.91] If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n[05:14.77] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:15.71] You tried to play me to the left\n[05:17.22] You better put a target on your head\n[05:19.14] Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L\n  album: Library Of A Legend (Early Hova)\n  duration_ms: 323744\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's the number one crew in the area\n  start_ms: 3230\n  end_ms: 9130\n- text: The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  start_ms: 9130\n  end_ms: 12040\n- text: Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  start_ms: 12040\n  end_ms: 15470\n- text: Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  start_ms: 15470\n  end_ms: 17960\n- text: Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  start_ms: 17960\n  end_ms: 20790\n- text: I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, 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the left\n  start_ms: 315710\n  end_ms: 317220\n- text: You better put a target on your head\n  start_ms: 317220\n  end_ms: 319140\n- text: Cause you're marked for death\n  start_ms: 319140\n  end_ms: 320540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 320540\nplain: |-\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n\n  The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n  I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n  I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n  After you your man'll get scarred next\n  And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n  A Tec-9 is my utensil\n  Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n  I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n  I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to 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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause 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kids\n[02:19.23] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.04] Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.34] One two everybody's through\n[02:26.02] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.27] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:31.88] Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:34.61] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.24] Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.00] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.17] While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n[02:45.06] So I'm the one you should run from\n[02:46.97] Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n[02:49.97] The way I rock no way you could stop\n[02:52.33] I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n[02:54.90] When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n[02:57.53] Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n[03:00.50] Pound for p-p-pound the best 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wreck\n[03:55.24] Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:58.26] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.85] Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n[04:03.14] So what cha want?\n[04:04.30] Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n[04:06.76] I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n[04:08.31] I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n[04:10.87] A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n[04:13.43] I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:16.09] The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.51] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.84] I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n[04:23.42] I stick and move\n[04:24.31] And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n[04:28.06] Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n[04:30.26] Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n[04:32.06] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:34.31] I'm shootin' up like the west is\n[04:36.57] Fuck suggestions\n[04:37.32] I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n[04:39.49] Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n[04:42.13] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.52] And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n[04:46.87] Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n[04:49.69] Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n[04:51.90] Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.82] Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n[04:57.92] His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n[05:00.02] So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n[05:01.80] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:03.19] Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:05.16] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:07.57] Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:10.14] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.91] If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n[05:14.77] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:15.71] You tried to play me to the left\n[05:17.22] You better put a target on your head\n[05:19.14] Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: S. 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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause you're marked for death","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L ft. 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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":26717223,"name":"Da Graveyard (Feat. 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Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\nStep up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\nI rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\nA nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do\nSo I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a nigga's intestines\nBetter dip past quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n.9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\nNiggas don't want no parts of me\nNever passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWhoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left?\nYou better put a target on your head\n'Cause you're marked for death","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.33] It's the number one crew in the area\n[00:09.98] The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched\n[00:13.27] And when tense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n[00:15.77] 'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n[00:18.22] Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n[00:21.04] I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n[00:23.32] I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?\n[00:26.17] I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas\n[00:28.11] I get cash and stash figures, and harass them bitch-ass niggas\n[00:31.26] After you, your man'll get scarred next\n[00:33.29] And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' 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sex\n[02:00.75] And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck\n[02:04.04] Strap up the MAC, clack, clack\n[02:05.79] Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.55] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.42] 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?\n[02:14.25] From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids\n[02:17.23] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.43] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.24] Then I started killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.59] One-two, everybody's through\n[02:26.45] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.78] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:32.24] Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:35.35] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.49] Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.29] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.15] While 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Bring it on and get dropped\n[04:12.96] I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:15.42] The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.16] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.03] I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n[04:23.72] And that's how we do\n[04:25.35] So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n[04:27.30] Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n[04:31.21] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:33.61] I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n[04:36.63] I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n[04:38.84] Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n[04:41.59] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.18] And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n[04:46.37] .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n[04:49.16] Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n[04:52.20] Niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.14] Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n[04:57.44] His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n[04:59.36] So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n[05:01.30] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:02.59] Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:04.71] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:06.89] Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:09.47] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.45] If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n[05:13.20] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:14.89] You tried to play me to the left?\n[05:16.34] You better put a target on your head\n[05:18.50] 'Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard (Feat. 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The way I rock, no way you could stop\n  I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own\n  'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like Nunn\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n\n  Fuckin' A, buckin' Jay, ill with skill\n  So ladies, step up, I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic, skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screamin' like Onyx\n  Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step\n  Through your neighborhood, armed with nothin' but a rep\n  I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line, and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill)\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n\n  Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around, you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman\n  'Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel, head, or gut like Illegal\n\n  So what'cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\n  Step up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\n  I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\n  A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do\n  So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n  Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n  .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n  Niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left?\n  You better put a target on your head\n  'Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":35456167,"name":"Da Graveyard","trackName":"Da Graveyard","artistName":"Big L feat. 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Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\nStep up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\nI rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\nA nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do\nSo I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a nigga's intestines\nBetter dip past quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n.9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\nNiggas don't want no parts of me\nNever passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWhoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I 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nigga\n[01:17.60] I got it locked like a warden\n[01:19.21] Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n[01:22.45] So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps\n[01:24.81] It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n[01:27.95] It ain't shit you can tell me\n[01:29.93] Because bitches still jel' me without a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:33.08] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.31] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[01:38.14] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:40.63] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[01:42.44] Yo, I got a death wish, that's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:46.21] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.55] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:49.89] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth\n[01:53.80] Ah, fool, ah, goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.89] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.89] Because to me, death is like sex\n[02:00.75] And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck\n[02:04.04] Strap up the MAC, clack, clack\n[02:05.79] Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.55] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.42] 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?\n[02:14.25] From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids\n[02:17.23] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.43] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.24] Then I started killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.59] One-two, everybody's through\n[02:26.45] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.78] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:32.24] Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:35.35] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.49] Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.29] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.15] While 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nothin' but a rep\n[03:26.45] I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real\n[03:28.76] Ya man get outta line, and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill)\n[03:31.92] It's the number one crew in the area!\n[03:34.17] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[03:36.78] It's the number one crew in the area!\n[03:39.26] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[03:41.66] Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry\n[03:44.64] I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since you wanna be the Fall Guy\n[03:47.75] So mess around, you'll be a dead man\n[03:49.81] I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman\n[03:52.38] 'Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n[03:54.45] Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n[03:57.39] I'm lethal, eatin' people\n[03:59.24] Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel, head, or gut like Illegal\n[04:02.49] So what'cha want? 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Bring it on and get dropped\n[04:12.96] I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:15.42] The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.16] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.03] I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n[04:23.72] And that's how we do\n[04:25.35] So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n[04:27.30] Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n[04:31.21] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:33.61] I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n[04:36.63] I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n[04:38.84] Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n[04:41.59] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.18] And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n[04:46.37] .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n[04:49.16] Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n[04:52.20] Niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.14] Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n[04:57.44] His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n[04:59.36] So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n[05:01.30] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:02.59] Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:04.71] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:06.89] Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:09.47] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.45] If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n[05:13.20] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:14.89] You tried to play me to the left?\n[05:16.34] You better put a target on your head\n[05:18.50] 'Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard\n  artist: Big L feat. 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The way I rock, no way you could stop\n  I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own\n  'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like Nunn\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n\n  Fuckin' A, buckin' Jay, ill with skill\n  So ladies, step up, I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic, skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screamin' like Onyx\n  Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step\n  Through your neighborhood, armed with nothin' but a rep\n  I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line, and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill)\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the 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Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\n  Step up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\n  I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\n  A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do\n  So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n  Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n  .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n  Niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left?\n  You better put a target on your head\n  'Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":10909295,"name":"Da Graveyard (Feat.  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So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\nNigga we ghost man a punk?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the west is\nFuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a niggas intestines\nBetter dip fast quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\nNine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny\nArsony niggas don't want no parts of me\nNever past up a fast buck ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWho's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\nNiggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\nI'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\nIf you die and come back I shoot your spirit\nNow your ass is just a holy ghost\nYou tried to play me to the left\nYou better put a target on your head\nCause 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or cry\n  start_ms: 113570\n  end_ms: 116720\n- text: It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  start_ms: 116720\n  end_ms: 118330\n- text: Because to me death is like sex\n  start_ms: 118330\n  end_ms: 120640\n- text: And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  start_ms: 120640\n  end_ms: 123630\n- text: Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  start_ms: 123630\n  end_ms: 127090\n- text: The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  start_ms: 127090\n  end_ms: 129090\n- text: Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  start_ms: 129090\n  end_ms: 130990\n- text: And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  start_ms: 130990\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 139230\n- text: These were the kids of the prison guards\n  start_ms: 139230\n  end_ms: 141040\n- text: Then I startin' killin' 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who get wreck\n  start_ms: 232870\n  end_ms: 235240\n- text: Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  start_ms: 235240\n  end_ms: 238260\n- text: I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  start_ms: 238260\n  end_ms: 239850\n- text: Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  start_ms: 239850\n  end_ms: 243140\n- text: So what cha want?\n  start_ms: 243140\n  end_ms: 244300\n- text: Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  start_ms: 244300\n  end_ms: 246760\n- text: I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  start_ms: 246760\n  end_ms: 248310\n- text: I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  start_ms: 248310\n  end_ms: 250870\n- text: A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  start_ms: 250870\n  end_ms: 253430\n- text: I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  start_ms: 253430\n  end_ms: 256090\n- text: The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  start_ms: 256090\n  end_ms: 258510\n- text: Now some ask me how I'm gettin' 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the left\n  start_ms: 315710\n  end_ms: 317220\n- text: You better put a target on your head\n  start_ms: 317220\n  end_ms: 319140\n- text: Cause you're marked for death\n  start_ms: 319140\n  end_ms: 320540\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 320540\nplain: |-\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n\n  The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense\n  Gettin' men lynched, too intense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares?\n  I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas\n  I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas\n  After you your man'll get scarred next\n  And if your squad flex I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz\n  A Tec-9 is my utensil\n  Fillin' niggas with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil\n  I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n  I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now it's the dictator who's style is greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell\n  So don't try to front troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit so protect your fucking neck nigga\n  Not a role model I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  \"Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard\"\n\n  Yo I got a death wish\n  That's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette\n  And let 'em smoke the four fifth\n  Ah fool, ah goodbye no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck\n  Strap up a Mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose\n  From 25 consecutive 25 to life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n  One two everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock no way you could stop\n  I shock pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone better hold ya own\n  Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n  Fuckin' A fuckin' Jay ill with skill\n  So ladies step up I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screaming like Onyx\n  Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block fuck a Glock I step\n  Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep\n  I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill\n\n  Yo you step up and you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype tonight's the night like Redman\n  Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffery Dahmer I'm the sequel, head or gut like Illegal\n  So what cha want?\n  Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap\n  I'm leavin' caps in your back fool\n  I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop\n  A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the Tec smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up\n  I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do. So I.U. grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked\n  Nigga we ghost man a punk?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the west is\n  Fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a niggas intestines\n  Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec\n  Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny\n  Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin' hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left\n  You better put a target on your head\n  Cause you're marked for death\n"},{"id":34264776,"name":"Da Graveyard (Feat. 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Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\nStep up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\nI rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\nA nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\nI get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\nThe kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\nNow some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\nI tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\nAnd that's how we do\nSo I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\nYo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\nI let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\nI'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\nI'll blow out a nigga's intestines\nBetter dip past quick fast or you won't last\nOne blast will put your ass in a body cast\nAnd I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n.9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\nConstantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\nNiggas don't want no parts of me\nNever passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\nHis jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\nSo what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\nI'm wanted for slayin' cops\nWhoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\nBut I 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nigga\n[01:17.60] I got it locked like a warden\n[01:19.21] Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n[01:22.45] So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps\n[01:24.81] It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n[01:27.95] It ain't shit you can tell me\n[01:29.93] Because bitches still jel' me without a motherfuckin' LP\n[01:33.08] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:35.31] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[01:38.14] It's the number one crew in the area\n[01:40.63] Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n[01:42.44] Yo, I got a death wish, that's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n[01:46.21] I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n[01:48.55] So I can fill up this clip\n[01:49.89] And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth\n[01:53.80] Ah, fool, ah, goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry\n[01:56.89] It's time for motherfuckers to die\n[01:58.89] Because to me, death is like sex\n[02:00.75] And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck\n[02:04.04] Strap up the MAC, clack, clack\n[02:05.79] Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n[02:07.55] The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n[02:09.42] 'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n[02:10.99] And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?\n[02:14.25] From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids\n[02:17.23] For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n[02:19.43] These were the kids of the prison guards\n[02:21.24] Then I started killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n[02:24.59] One-two, everybody's through\n[02:26.45] The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n[02:29.78] And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n[02:32.24] Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious\n[02:35.35] I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n[02:37.49] Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin' sewer\n[02:40.29] Please show me where the crack is at\n[02:42.15] While 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Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\n[04:04.72] Step up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\n[04:07.77] I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\n[04:10.15] A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\n[04:12.96] I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n[04:15.42] The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n[04:18.16] Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n[04:20.03] I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n[04:23.72] And that's how we do\n[04:25.35] So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n[04:27.30] Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n[04:31.21] I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n[04:33.61] I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n[04:36.63] I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n[04:38.84] Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n[04:41.59] One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n[04:44.18] And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n[04:46.37] .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n[04:49.16] Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n[04:52.20] Niggas don't want no parts of me\n[04:54.14] Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n[04:57.44] His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n[04:59.36] So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n[05:01.30] I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n[05:02.59] Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n[05:04.71] But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n[05:06.89] Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n[05:09.47] I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n[05:11.45] If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n[05:13.20] Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n[05:14.89] You tried to play me to the left?\n[05:16.34] You better put a target on your head\n[05:18.50] 'Cause you're marked for death\n[05:20.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Da Graveyard (Feat. 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278840\n- text: Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n  start_ms: 278840\n  end_ms: 281590\n- text: One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  start_ms: 281590\n  end_ms: 284180\n- text: And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n  start_ms: 284180\n  end_ms: 286370\n- text: .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n  start_ms: 286370\n  end_ms: 289160\n- text: Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n  start_ms: 289160\n  end_ms: 292200\n- text: Niggas don't want no parts of me\n  start_ms: 292200\n  end_ms: 294140\n- text: Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n  start_ms: 294140\n  end_ms: 297440\n- text: His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n  start_ms: 297440\n  end_ms: 299360\n- text: So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n  start_ms: 299360\n  end_ms: 301300\n- text: I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  start_ms: 301300\n  end_ms: 302590\n- text: Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n  start_ms: 302590\n  end_ms: 304710\n- text: But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  start_ms: 304710\n  end_ms: 306890\n- text: Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n  start_ms: 306890\n  end_ms: 309470\n- text: I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  start_ms: 309470\n  end_ms: 311450\n- text: If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n  start_ms: 311450\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 314890\n- text: You tried to play me to the left?\n  start_ms: 314890\n  end_ms: 316340\n- text: You better put a target on your head\n  start_ms: 316340\n  end_ms: 318500\n- text: '''Cause you''re marked for death'\n  start_ms: 318500\n  end_ms: 320560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 320560\nplain: |-\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n\n  The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense, gettin' men lynched\n  And when tense, I'm killin' infants for ten cents\n  'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis\n  Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak English\n  I'm makin' ducks shed much tears, I buck queers\n  I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?\n  I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas\n  I get cash and stash figures, and harass them bitch-ass niggas\n\n  After you, your man'll get scarred next\n  And if your squad flex, I'm lettin' off like Bernhard Goetz\n  A TEC-9 is my utensil\n  Fillin' niggas with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil\n  I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches\n  I get more pussy by accident than most niggas get on purpose\n  I got drug spots from New York to Canada\n  'Cause Big L be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor\n\n  Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater\n  It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters\n  And rappers, I hit 'em well\n  They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with me 'cause I give 'em Hell\n  So don't try to front, troop\n  When your style is played out just like an Oshkosh jumpsuit\n  I'm out to collect figures\n  I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fuckin' neck, nigga\n\n  Not a role model, I'm a bad figure\n  When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga\n  I got it locked like a warden\n  Rap without Finesse is like the NBA without Jordan\n  So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps\n  It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a knapsack\n  It ain't shit you can tell me\n  Because bitches still jel' me without a motherfuckin' LP\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n  It's the number one crew in the area\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n\n  Yo, I got a death wish, that's why I talk so much fuckin' shit\n  I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip\n  So I can fill up this clip\n  And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette and let 'em smoke the four-fifth\n  Ah, fool, ah, goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry\n  It's time for motherfuckers to die\n  Because to me, death is like sex\n  And if my brain was a deck of cards, I'd be missin' a whole deck\n\n  Strap up the MAC, clack, clack\n  Motherfuckers are runnin' like rats\n  The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats\n  'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose\n  And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose?\n  From 25 consecutive 25-to-life bids\n  For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids\n  These were the kids of the prison guards\n  Then I started killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard\n\n  One-two, everybody's through\n  The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue\n  And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit\n  Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious\n  I run through ya with a maneuver and German luger\n  Wreck like Das EFX, straight out the fuckin' sewer\n  Please show me where the crack is at\n  While they quarter crack the sack, I crack they backs like Cracker Jacks\n  So I'm the one you should run from\n  Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun\n\n  The way I rock, no way you could stop\n  I stop, pop and drop when Jay gets hot\n  When I'm in the zone, better hold ya own\n  'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem\n  Pound for p-p-pound the best around\n  No way you can get up when I get down\n  I shake, rattle and roll and wreck shit like Nunn\n  And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one\n\n  Fuckin' A, buckin' Jay, ill with skill\n  So ladies, step up, I get around like a wheel\n  I'm never chokin' off chronic, skills are bionic\n  Bitches are screamin' like Onyx\n  Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it\n  Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step\n  Through your neighborhood, armed with nothin' but a rep\n  I'm givin' these ladies somethin' they can feel 'cause I'm real\n  Ya man get outta line, and it's (kill-kill-kill-kill)\n\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n  It's the number one crew in the area!\n  Known for sendin' garbage MC's to the graveyard\n\n  Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry\n  I'm throwin' niggas off the roof since you wanna be the Fall Guy\n  So mess around, you'll be a dead man\n  I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman\n  'Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck\n  Chiggidy-check yourself 'cause I ain't workin' with a full deck\n  I'm lethal, eatin' people\n  Not Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm the sequel, head, or gut like Illegal\n\n  So what'cha want? Yo, I'm strapped with the gats\n  Step up, plap, plap! I'm leavin' caps in your back, fool\n  I rip shop, wanna say peace to Hip-Hop\n  A nigga disagree? Bring it on and get dropped\n  I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck\n  The kid with the TEC smokin' niggas like cigarettes\n  Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels\n  I tell 'em, \"Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up,\" I stick and move\n\n  And that's how we do\n  So I.U, grab the gat and let loose\n\n  Yo, rat-tat-tat, I got the gat cocked, nigga be ghost, play the post?\n  I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose\n  I'm shootin' up like the West is, fuck suggestions\n  I'll blow out a nigga's intestines\n  Better dip past quick fast or you won't last\n  One blast will put your ass in a body cast\n  And I be killin' for rep, get ill in a sec\n  .9 mill' on your neck, blood spillin' is still in effect\n\n  Constantly comittin' grand larceny, arsony\n  Niggas don't want no parts of me\n  Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck\n  His jewels was truck, he got his ass stuck\n  So what the fuck is you sayin', hops?\n  I'm wanted for slayin' cops\n  Whoever's around when I be sprayin' drops\n  But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit\n  Niggas coppin' pleas, but I ain't tryin' to hear shit\n\n  I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast\n  If you die and come back, I shoot your spirit\n  Now your ass is just a holy ghost\n  You tried to play me to the left?\n  You better put a target on your head\n  'Cause you're marked for death\n"}]