[{"id":24481311,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"The Legacy: The Best Of Big Pun","duration":256.705306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nBut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nYou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nBut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nBein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. Fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nTo please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nAnd raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] You get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] Bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: 'The Legacy: The Best Of Big Pun'\n  duration_ms: 256705\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. I don't understand\n  start_ms: 9890\n  end_ms: 15590\n- text: Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  start_ms: 15590\n  end_ms: 21070\n- text: I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  start_ms: 21070\n  end_ms: 26400\n- text: Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n  start_ms: 26400\n  end_ms: 31190\n- text: Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  start_ms: 31190\n  end_ms: 35080\n- text: Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  start_ms: 35080\n  end_ms: 37630\n- text: Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  start_ms: 37630\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 42510\n- text: And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  start_ms: 42510\n  end_ms: 45090\n- text: '\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn''t say hi?\"'\n  start_ms: 45090\n  end_ms: 48240\n- text: That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  start_ms: 48240\n  end_ms: 50530\n- text: Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  start_ms: 50530\n  end_ms: 52390\n- text: I put 'em in his face\n  start_ms: 52390\n  end_ms: 53490\n- text: I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  start_ms: 53490\n  end_ms: 55920\n- text: '\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo''self'\n  start_ms: 55920\n  end_ms: 58750\n- text: That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  start_ms: 58750\n  end_ms: 61170\n- text: But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  start_ms: 61170\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66810\n- text: Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  start_ms: 66810\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71470\n- text: I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  start_ms: 71470\n  end_ms: 74520\n- text: That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  start_ms: 74520\n  end_ms: 77120\n- text: Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  start_ms: 77120\n  end_ms: 78520\n- text: You get life for three in a row\n  start_ms: 78520\n  end_ms: 79940\n- text: Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  start_ms: 79940\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111930\n- text: She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  start_ms: 111930\n  end_ms: 114840\n- text: Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  start_ms: 114840\n  end_ms: 117600\n- text: Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  start_ms: 117600\n  end_ms: 120650\n- text: So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  start_ms: 120650\n  end_ms: 123010\n- text: Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  start_ms: 123010\n  end_ms: 125420\n- text: Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  start_ms: 125420\n  end_ms: 128310\n- text: Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  start_ms: 128310\n  end_ms: 130290\n- text: That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  start_ms: 130290\n  end_ms: 132020\n- text: Bein charged as an adult\n  start_ms: 132020\n  end_ms: 133170\n- text: Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  start_ms: 133170\n  end_ms: 136030\n- text: Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  start_ms: 136030\n  end_ms: 138800\n- text: How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  start_ms: 138800\n  end_ms: 141160\n- text: Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  start_ms: 141160\n  end_ms: 143950\n- text: That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  start_ms: 143950\n  end_ms: 146800\n- text: Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  start_ms: 146800\n  end_ms: 149270\n- text: Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  start_ms: 149270\n  end_ms: 151950\n- text: You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  start_ms: 151950\n  end_ms: 154430\n- text: . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Get the fuck off!\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: God bless her soul\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: I just killed a man.\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217760\nplain: |-\n  Mamma. I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  You get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  Bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":16294731,"name":"Mamma (album)","trackName":"Mamma (album)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Mamma","duration":255.320816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]\nMamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n[Big Pun]\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n[Tony Sunshine]\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma (album)\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Mamma\n  duration_ms: 255321\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I had to put him in his place\n  start_ms: 48240\n  end_ms: 50530\n- text: Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  start_ms: 50530\n  end_ms: 52390\n- text: I put 'em in his face\n  start_ms: 52390\n  end_ms: 53490\n- text: I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  start_ms: 53490\n  end_ms: 55920\n- text: '\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo''self'\n  start_ms: 55920\n  end_ms: 58750\n- text: That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  start_ms: 58750\n  end_ms: 61170\n- text: but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  start_ms: 61170\n  end_ms: 63850\n- text: Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  start_ms: 63850\n  end_ms: 66810\n- text: Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  start_ms: 66810\n  end_ms: 69010\n- text: I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  start_ms: 69010\n  end_ms: 71470\n- text: I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  start_ms: 71470\n  end_ms: 74520\n- text: That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  start_ms: 74520\n  end_ms: 77120\n- text: Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  start_ms: 77120\n  end_ms: 78520\n- text: you get life for three in a row\n  start_ms: 78520\n  end_ms: 79940\n- text: Then whadday'know? 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I live here\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Get the fuck off!\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: God bless her soul\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: I just killed a man.\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217760\nplain: |-\n  [Chorus: Tony Sunshine]\n  Mamma. I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  [Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n  [Tony Sunshine]\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":20614751,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Punisher","albumName":"Big Pun Endangered Species","duration":256.8591379,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nBut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nYou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nBut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nBein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. Fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nTo please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nAnd raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] You get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] Bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Punisher\n  album: Big Pun Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 256859\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I live here\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Get the fuck off!\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: God bless her soul\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: I just killed a man.\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217760\nplain: |-\n  Mamma. I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  You get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  Bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":16294757,"name":"Brave in the Heart (album)","trackName":"Brave in the Heart (album)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Mamma","duration":235.31102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, check me out.\n\"Remember Pun?\"\nTerror Squad.\n\nI'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars\nFace Triple Seis the God of War like Mars\nthat leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd\nY'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous\nof my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters\nThe ones who paid with they life\nI rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight\nBetter than before; rough, rugged, and raw\nChainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore\nThis ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed\nAllow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain\nKnahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet\nLeave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace)\nWhat's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker\nI walk the same streets the police take us\nLivin on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth\nRespect and got the money son that's all that it's about\nNo doubt, silence of code, violence of mode\nUnder control, can tell my real niggaz really roll\nOn the low tryin to blow trees\nAnd for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese\nBetter relate and start to think, or be the missin link\nI got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt\n\nWe brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\nRazor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art\nTakin New York cats past the stars\nFirst it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh\nComputer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough\nHold your toaster low, business never personal\nJust some words to know - if you run the streets\ncome in peace or leave in pieces\nEven Jesus was killed by the polices\nThey crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em\nDepends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin\nIf that's my destiny it's meant to be\nJust remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me\nAight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then\nI'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning\nInvitin the comp, ice on the arm\nNights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx\nMic in the palm it's the ghetto God\nI rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD\nBe larger than life, my initials carved in my wife\nShe said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes\nThe father of Christ, sure to be immortal\nGuzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano\n\n\"Big Pun.\" \". will be here, forever\" -> \"We brave in the heart.\"\n\". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n\"Amazingly smart.\"\n\". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n\"We brave in the heart.\"\n\". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n\"Amazingly smart.\"\n\". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n\"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\"\n\"Big Pun.\" \". for-EVER!\" -> You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick\nA little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit\nI'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself\nReduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt\nWho mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady\nI'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin\nShit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette\nFar from a snitch nigga who call Teddy\nI click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger\nthan more berry I'm a cherry you a strawberry\nIf you lost that mean I'm on top of the whip\nYou plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip\nYou stop with the quick and never make another move\nEven your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues\n\n\"Big Pun.\"\n\"Forever. do you understand? FOREVER!\" -> Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real\nBlow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill\nBlaze your crib with like thirty shots\nI'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops\nI play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close\nWanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe\nStill niggaz think I won't bring the heat out\nThat's like sayin Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute\nTruth first, Terror Squad, shoot first\nWar with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth\nI'm, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real\nJoe Crack's back like I never had a deal\nHungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this\nBlow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips\nThe street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish\nI keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin to flip\n\n\"We brave in the heart.\"\n\". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n\"Amazingly smart.\"\n\". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n\"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\"\n\"Big Pun.\" \". for-EVER!\" -> \"Do you understand? 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Hold your heat like The Peacemaker\n[00:45.53] I walk the same streets, the police take us\n[00:47.87] Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth\n[00:50.35] Respect and got the money, son, that's all that it's about\n[00:52.62] No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode\n[00:55.12] Under control, can tell my real niggas really roll\n[00:57.88] On the low, tryin' to blow trees and for no reas'\n[01:00.80] We hit a nigga up for more cheese\n[01:02.70] Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link\n[01:05.83] I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt\n[01:07.66] We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart\n[01:10.76] Razor-sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art\n[01:12.90] Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas\n[01:15.92] Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh\n[01:17.88] Computer chip locomotion flow, La Cosa Nostra dough\n[01:20.79] Hold your toaster low; business, never personal\n[01:22.96] Just some words to know if you run the streets\n[01:24.73] Come in peace or leave in pieces\n[01:26.23] Even Jesus was killed by the polices\n[01:27.84] They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em\n[01:30.47] Depends on the state; If death is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin'\n[01:32.85] If that's my destiny, it's meant to be\n[01:34.69] Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me\n[01:37.68] A'ight, crew? (No doubt, Pun!)\n[01:39.04] A'ight then, let's fight then, I'm hypin'\n[01:41.16] Comin' with the thunder and the lightnin'\n[01:43.00] Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm\n[01:44.87] Nights when I storm, snipin' your moms right from the Bronx\n[01:47.68] Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god\n[01:49.71] I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream, \"Terror Squad!\"\n[01:52.77] We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife\n[01:55.20] She said she'd starve when I die, understand I'm like God in her eyes\n[01:57.65] The Father of Christ, sure to be immortal\n[01:59.84] Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin, that's mi hermano\n[02:03.46] We will be here, forever\n[02:05.08] We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n[02:07.28] Amazingly smart\n[02:08.65] Remember Pun, that's the ghetto god\n[02:10.27] We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n[02:12.47] Amazingly smart\n[02:13.38] Remember Pun, that's the ghetto god\n[02:15.04] We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n[02:16.74] Amazingly smart\n[02:17.58] Big Pun, forever\n[02:19.26] Yo, you ain't understand how I push your wig back quick\n[02:22.23] A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit\n[02:24.78] I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself\n[02:27.03] Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt\n[02:29.67] Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady\n[02:32.61] I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms razin'\n[02:34.87] Shit, crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette\n[02:38.14] Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy\n[02:40.26] I click triggers, how you more ready?\n[02:41.86] And switch quicker than Marbury, I'm a cherry, you a strawberry\n[02:45.31] If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip\n[02:47.39] You plottin' to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip\n[02:49.63] You stop with the quick and never make another move\n[02:52.12] Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues\n[02:55.37] We will be here, forever\n[02:57.33] Do you understand? Forever\n[02:59.64] Make way for krills, I don't play, I spray for real\n[03:02.64] Blow your top with the Glock, that's my favorite kill\n[03:05.14] Blaze your crib with like 30 shots\n[03:07.09] I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops\n[03:10.19] I play the streets with toast 'cause the thieves is close\n[03:12.79] Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe\n[03:15.16] Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out\n[03:17.46] That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute\n[03:20.13] Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first\n[03:22.14] War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth\n[03:24.75] I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real\n[03:27.42] Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal\n[03:29.58] Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this\n[03:31.99] Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips\n[03:34.41] The street's a trip, either you deep or you sleep with the fish\n[03:37.35] I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flip\n[03:39.50] We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n[03:42.17] Amazingly smart\n[03:43.17] Remember Pun, that's the ghetto god\n[03:44.78] We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n[03:46.57] Amazingly smart\n[03:47.24] Big Pun, forever\n[03:49.31] Do you understand? 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Then don't beef with Joe\n  start_ms: 192790\n  end_ms: 195160\n- text: Still niggas think I won't bring the heat out\n  start_ms: 195160\n  end_ms: 197460\n- text: That's like sayin' Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute\n  start_ms: 197460\n  end_ms: 200130\n- text: Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first\n  start_ms: 200130\n  end_ms: 202140\n- text: War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth\n  start_ms: 202140\n  end_ms: 204750\n- text: I'm dressed to kill, my niggas rep for real\n  start_ms: 204750\n  end_ms: 207420\n- text: Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal\n  start_ms: 207420\n  end_ms: 209580\n- text: Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this\n  start_ms: 209580\n  end_ms: 211990\n- text: Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips\n  start_ms: 211990\n  end_ms: 214410\n- text: The street's a trip, either you deep or you sleep with the fish\n  start_ms: 214410\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: I keep a fifth for them niggas that's seekin' to flip\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219500\n- text: We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n  start_ms: 219500\n  end_ms: 222170\n- text: Amazingly smart\n  start_ms: 222170\n  end_ms: 223170\n- text: Remember Pun, that's the ghetto god\n  start_ms: 223170\n  end_ms: 224780\n- text: We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin' a part\n  start_ms: 224780\n  end_ms: 226570\n- text: Amazingly smart\n  start_ms: 226570\n  end_ms: 227240\n- text: Big Pun, forever\n  start_ms: 227240\n  end_ms: 229310\n- text: Do you understand? Forever\n  start_ms: 229310\n  end_ms: 232240\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, check me out.\n  \"Remember Pun?\"\n  Terror Squad.\n\n  I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars\n  Face Triple Seis the God of War like Mars\n  that leave MC's smashed but my Squad, is odd\n  Y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous\n  of my extreme fellas, rockin the (?) sweaters\n  The ones who paid with they life\n  I rock for forty days and forty nights, and every verse is tight\n  Better than before; rough, rugged, and raw\n  Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore\n  This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed\n  Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin your chain\n  Knahmean? Do him and the fiend, grab his wallet\n  Leave a trail-blazin like (Rasheed Wallace)\n  What's today's knowledge? Hold your heat like The Peacemaker\n  I walk the same streets the police take us\n  Livin on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth\n  Respect and got the money son that's all that it's about\n  No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode\n  Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll\n  On the low tryin to blow trees\n  And for no reas', we hit a nigga up for mo' cheese\n  Better relate and start to think, or be the missin link\n  I got my +Hustle+ on like Larry Flynt\n\n  We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\n  Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art\n  Takin New York cats past the stars\n  First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh\n  Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough\n  Hold your toaster low, business never personal\n  Just some words to know - if you run the streets\n  come in peace or leave in pieces\n  Even Jesus was killed by the polices\n  They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em\n  Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin\n  If that's my destiny it's meant to be\n  Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me\n  Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then\n  I'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning\n  Invitin the comp, ice on the arm\n  Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx\n  Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God\n  I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD\n  Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife\n  She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes\n  The father of Christ, sure to be immortal\n  Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano\n\n  \"Big Pun.\" \". will be here, forever\" -> \"We brave in the heart.\"\n  \". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n  \"Amazingly smart.\"\n  \". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n  \"We brave in the heart.\"\n  \". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n  \"Amazingly smart.\"\n  \". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n  \"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\"\n  \"Big Pun.\" \". for-EVER!\" -> You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick\n  A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit\n  I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself\n  Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt\n  Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a nine steady\n  I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin\n  Shit crime heavy already, I keep it sharper than the long 'chette\n  Far from a snitch nigga who call Teddy\n  I click triggers how you more ready and switch bigger\n  than more berry I'm a cherry you a strawberry\n  If you lost that mean I'm on top of the whip\n  You plottin to flip, fuck around and get shot in the lip\n  You stop with the quick and never make another move\n  Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues\n\n  \"Big Pun.\"\n  \"Forever. do you understand? FOREVER!\" -> Make way for krill, I don't play I spray for real\n  Blow your top with the glock, that's my favorite kill\n  Blaze your crib with like thirty shots\n  I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops\n  I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close\n  Wanna keep your post then don't beef with Joe\n  Still niggaz think I won't bring the heat out\n  That's like sayin Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute\n  Truth first, Terror Squad, shoot first\n  War with me and you guaranteed to leave the earth\n  I'm, dressed to kill, my niggaz rep for real\n  Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal\n  Hungry and shit, it don't get more lovely than this\n  Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin your lips\n  The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish\n  I keep a fifth for them niggaz that's seekin to flip\n\n  \"We brave in the heart.\"\n  \". p-p-p-playin a part\"\n  \"Amazingly smart.\"\n  \". remember Pun?\", \"That's the ghetto God\"\n  \"We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart\"\n  \"Big Pun.\" \". for-EVER!\" -> \"Do you understand? FOREVER!\" ->\n"},{"id":3684453,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nBut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nYou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nBut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nBein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. Fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nTo please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nAnd raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] You get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] Bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Get the fuck off!\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: God bless her soul\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: I just killed a man.\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217760\nplain: |-\n  Mamma. I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  You get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  Bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":28912651,"name":"10 Mamma","trackName":"10 Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]\nMamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n[Big Pun]\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n[Tony Sunshine]\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10 Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? 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I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n[Big Pun]\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n[Tony Sunshine]\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma ft. Tony Sunshine\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 256667\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  [Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n  [Tony Sunshine]\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":9446682,"name":"Mamma feat. Tony Sunshine","trackName":"Mamma feat. Tony Sunshine","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma feat. Tony Sunshine\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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Last week at the flicks\n  start_ms: 79940\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 85500\n- text: I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  start_ms: 85500\n  end_ms: 109280\n- text: but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  start_ms: 109280\n  end_ms: 111930\n- text: She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  start_ms: 111930\n  end_ms: 114840\n- text: Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  start_ms: 114840\n  end_ms: 117600\n- text: Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  start_ms: 117600\n  end_ms: 120650\n- text: So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  start_ms: 120650\n  end_ms: 123010\n- text: Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  start_ms: 123010\n  end_ms: 125420\n- text: Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  start_ms: 125420\n  end_ms: 128310\n- text: Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  start_ms: 128310\n  end_ms: 130290\n- text: That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  start_ms: 130290\n  end_ms: 132020\n- text: bein charged as an adult\n  start_ms: 132020\n  end_ms: 133170\n- text: Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  start_ms: 133170\n  end_ms: 136030\n- text: Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  start_ms: 136030\n  end_ms: 138800\n- text: How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  start_ms: 138800\n  end_ms: 141160\n- text: Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  start_ms: 141160\n  end_ms: 143950\n- text: That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  start_ms: 143950\n  end_ms: 146800\n- text: Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  start_ms: 146800\n  end_ms: 149270\n- text: Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  start_ms: 149270\n  end_ms: 151950\n- text: You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  start_ms: 151950\n  end_ms: 154430\n- text: . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  start_ms: 154430\n  end_ms: 156980\n- text: This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  start_ms: 156980\n  end_ms: 160110\n- text: That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  start_ms: 160110\n  end_ms: 163210\n- text: Get the fuck off!\n  start_ms: 163210\n  end_ms: 164580\n- text: I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  start_ms: 164580\n  end_ms: 189730\n- text: to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  start_ms: 189730\n  end_ms: 193260\n- text: But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  start_ms: 193260\n  end_ms: 196660\n- text: and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  start_ms: 196660\n  end_ms: 200410\n- text: God bless her soul\n  start_ms: 200410\n  end_ms: 201780\n- text: And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  start_ms: 201780\n  end_ms: 205120\n- text: And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n  start_ms: 205120\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 211440\n- text: I just killed a man.\n  start_ms: 211440\n  end_ms: 215280\n- text: Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n  start_ms: 215280\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 217760\nplain: |-\n  Mamma. I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":7687124,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun featuring Tony Sunshine","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nBut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nYou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nBut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nBein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. Fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nTo please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nAnd raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] You get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] Bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun featuring Tony Sunshine\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  You get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  But hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  Bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . Fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  To please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  And raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":32235439,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun Ft Tony Sunshine","albumName":"Promo Only Urban Aug01","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]\nMamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n[Big Pun]\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n[Tony Sunshine]\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun Ft Tony Sunshine\n  album: Promo Only Urban Aug01\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? 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I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  [Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n  [Tony Sunshine]\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"},{"id":13023606,"name":"Mamma","trackName":"Mamma","artistName":"Big Pun feat. Tony Sunshine","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Chorus: Tony Sunshine]\nMamma. I don't understand\nWhy he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\nI said mamma. now I'm on the run\nDear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n[Big Pun]\nSomebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\nShoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\nCouldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\nDuke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\nAnd knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n\"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\nThat ain't right! I had to put him in his place\nRemember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\nI put 'em in his face\nI didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n\"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\nThat's the law - the streets are like basketball\nbut sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\nCan't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\nToo much hate, time to break the lock\nI hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\nI love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\nThat's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\nCause they're tellin me as far as felonies\nyou get life for three in a row\nThen whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\nI had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\nbut hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\nShe my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\nMade me believe I could achieve the impossible\nNow you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\nSo don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\nSend you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\nThink before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\nRelax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\nThat's how you'll end up twelve years old;\nbein charged as an adult\nTerror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\nCause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\nHow many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\nUntil I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\nThat's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\nKeep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\nCause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\nYou goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n. fuck you talkin about? I live here\nThis is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\nThat's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\nGet the fuck off!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Big Pun]\nI don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\nto please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\nBut I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\nand raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\nGod bless her soul\nAnd raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\nAnd for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n[Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n[Tony Sunshine]\nHeyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\nI just killed a man.\nMa-mmaaaa. what am I to do?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.89] Mamma. I don't understand\n[00:15.59] Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n[00:21.07] I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n[00:26.40] Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n[00:31.19] Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n[00:35.08] Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n[00:37.63] Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n[00:40.30] Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n[00:42.51] And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n[00:45.09] \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n[00:48.24] That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n[00:50.53] Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n[00:52.39] I put 'em in his face\n[00:53.49] I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n[00:55.92] \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n[00:58.75] That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n[01:01.17] but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n[01:03.85] Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n[01:06.81] Too much hate, time to break the lock\n[01:09.01] I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n[01:11.47] I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n[01:14.52] That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n[01:17.12] Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n[01:18.52] you get life for three in a row\n[01:19.94] Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n[01:22.35] I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n[01:25.50] I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n[01:49.28] but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n[01:51.93] She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n[01:54.84] Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n[01:57.60] Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n[02:00.65] So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n[02:03.01] Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n[02:05.42] Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n[02:08.31] Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n[02:10.29] That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n[02:12.02] bein charged as an adult\n[02:13.17] Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n[02:16.03] Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n[02:18.80] How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n[02:21.16] Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n[02:23.95] That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n[02:26.80] Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n[02:29.27] Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n[02:31.95] You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n[02:34.43] . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n[02:36.98] This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n[02:40.11] That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n[02:43.21] Get the fuck off!\n[02:44.58] I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n[03:09.73] to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n[03:13.26] But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n[03:16.66] and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n[03:20.41] God bless her soul\n[03:21.78] And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n[03:25.12] And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n[03:28.01] Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n[03:31.44] I just killed a man.\n[03:35.28] Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n[03:37.76] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mamma\n  artist: Big Pun feat. Tony Sunshine\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mamma. 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I don't understand\n  Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man\n  I said mamma. now I'm on the run\n  Dear ma-mmahhhhhhh. what have I done?\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody baby\n  Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin to play me\n  Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four\n  Duke was dissin my girl like she was hoein on tour\n  And knowin I'm raw, money tried to play fly\n  \"I said whassup to the bitch; why she couldn't say hi?\"\n  That ain't right! I had to put him in his place\n  Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles?\n  I put 'em in his face\n  I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin myself\n  \"Ahora a tu!\" BLAM BLAM, brace yo'self\n  That's the law - the streets are like basketball\n  but sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off\n  Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?\n  Too much hate, time to break the lock\n  I hate the cops so I ain't tryin to see 'em\n  I love a brother doin triple life but I ain't tryin to be him\n  That's why I be on the low, and keep my feet in the row\n  Cause they're tellin me as far as felonies\n  you get life for three in a row\n  Then whadday'know? Last week at the flicks\n  I had to kill somebody, for steppin on my kicks (STUPID)\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I can murder half the world laugh while the other side hate me\n  but hurt one hair on my mamma head and I'ma, cry like a baby\n  She my heart and soul; what Jimi Hendrix was to rock'n'roll\n  Made me believe I could achieve the impossible\n  Now you know one of my weakness's, but Punisher keeps it glizz\n  So don't pull out cause when I pop oh what a relief it is\n  Send you where Jesus is - hold up, that's the gas chamber\n  Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger\n  Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself\n  That's how you'll end up twelve years old;\n  bein charged as an adult\n  Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes\n  Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate\n  How many hours I waste, tryin to figure the shit\n  Until I finally realized, we're just niggaz and spics\n  That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?\n  Keep somethin in the stash in case I gotta make bail\n  Cause ain't no brothers, runnin shit in the system\n  You goin straight to jail if you colored and fit the description\n  . fuck you talkin about? I live here\n  This is my buildin nigga; fuck you nigga!\n  That's my daughter right there playin. fuck off me!\n  Get the fuck off!\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [Big Pun]\n  I don't have much time so I'm only gonna ask you once\n  to please forgive me mamma; I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart\n  But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters\n  and raise them to be good respectable woman, like their mother\n  God bless her soul\n  And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me\n  And for this I give you my soul, I love you\n\n  [Chorus - whispered; a woman cries out in agony]\n\n  [Tony Sunshine]\n  Heyyyy ma-ma-ma-mma.\n  I just killed a man.\n  Ma-mmaaaa. what am I to do?\n"}]