[{"id":7687071,"name":"New York Giants","trackName":"New York Giants","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon.\nYeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n(Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n\nC'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\nUhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\nLong time comin, ya heard?\nM.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[Pun] What'cha gon' do?\nUhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\nYa heard me?\n\n[Big Punisher]\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\nWe the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin from night to the mornin\nPlus the light that give light to Muhammad\nOr Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n[Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n[Pun] Set off the sirens\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[MOP] New York Giants\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nOr ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\nLike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\nA perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? Turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\nClap you with your own heat - by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n[Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n[Pun] Violence\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] B.X.\n[MOP] Violence\n[Pun] B.K.\n[MOP] Violence\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nI breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n\"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\nIt's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\nM dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\nStep the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my cellblock niggaz\nAnd cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\nYep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\nLil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\nMerc out on machines with loud pipes\nNiggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n[Billy Danzini]\nYou want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\nFirst (FAM). easy soldier!\nI'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSeance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\nOhh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga - I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\nBANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] C'mon.\n[00:03.63] Yeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n[00:07.59] (Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n[00:15.45] C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n[00:16.37] Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\n[00:21.81] Long time comin, ya heard?\n[00:24.68] M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[00:27.67] [Pun] What'cha gon' do?\n[00:29.49] Uhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\n[00:30.51] Bronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[00:33.80] [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n[00:35.42] Ya heard me?\n[00:36.10] [Big Punisher]\n[00:36.66] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n[00:39.82] New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n[00:41.93] We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n[00:45.05] Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n[00:47.60] I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n[00:50.21] Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n[00:53.44] The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n[00:57.00] Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n[00:57.84] Plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n[00:59.32] Or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n[01:01.17] From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n[01:04.21] Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n[01:07.34] ?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n[01:10.23] [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n[01:10.93] [Pun] Set off the sirens\n[01:12.71] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[01:13.34] [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[01:15.08] [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[01:15.80] [Fame] Leave em brainless\n[01:17.08] [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[01:18.38] [Fame] It's the.\n[01:19.15] \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[01:20.04] [Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[01:22.99] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[01:24.44] [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[01:26.21] [MOP] New York Giants\n[01:27.19] [Fame] Leave em brainless\n[01:28.35] [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[01:29.72] [Fame] It's the.\n[01:30.32] \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[01:32.84] [Big Punisher]\n[01:33.48] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n[01:35.54] Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\n[01:38.48] Like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n[01:41.34] Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n[01:44.24] Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\n[01:46.89] Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\n[01:49.49] A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\n[01:52.75] I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n[01:54.74] I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n[01:56.31] ? Turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\n[01:58.33] Clap you with your own heat - by all means\n[02:00.96] If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n[02:06.65] [Chorus (first 1/2)]\n[02:07.25] [Pun] Violence\n[02:11.00] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[02:11.96] [Pun] B.X.\n[02:12.60] [MOP] Violence\n[02:19.59] [Pun] B.K.\n[02:20.06] [MOP] Violence\n[02:21.78] [Lil' Fame]\n[02:24.37] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n[02:28.32] \"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\n[02:29.32] It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n[02:31.77] M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n[02:34.67] Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n[02:37.24] Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n[02:40.26] I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n[02:42.42] And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n[02:46.16] Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n[02:48.78] Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n[02:51.66] Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:54.15] Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n[02:56.63] [Billy Danzini]\n[02:57.14] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n[02:59.90] First (FAM). easy soldier!\n[03:02.68] I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n[03:04.84] Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n[03:08.39] Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n[03:13.53] Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\n[03:16.88] When you found out your main man was named Danze\n[03:19.31] Nigga - I'm filled with anger!\n[03:21.76] You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n[03:25.15] (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\n[03:26.86] BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out\n[03:30.72] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: New York Giants\n artist: Big Pun\n album: Yeeeah Baby\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: C'mon.\n start_ms: 3180\n end_ms: 3630\n- text: Yeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n start_ms: 3630\n end_ms: 7590\n- text: (Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n start_ms: 7590\n end_ms: 15450\n- text: C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n start_ms: 15450\n end_ms: 16370\n- text: Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\n start_ms: 16370\n end_ms: 21810\n- text: Long time comin, ya heard?\n start_ms: 21810\n end_ms: 24680\n- text: M.O.P. 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Brook-lawn collabo'\n [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Big Punisher]\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n Plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n Or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n ?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n [Pun] Set off the sirens\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n [Fame] Leave em brainless\n [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n [Fame] It's the.\n \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n [Pun] C'mon - violence!\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n [MOP] New York Giants\n [Fame] Leave em brainless\n [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n [Fame] It's the.\n \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n [Big Punisher]\n I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\n Like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\n Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\n A perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\n I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n ? Turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\n Clap you with your own heat - by all means\n If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n [Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n [Pun] Violence\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] B.X.\n [MOP] Violence\n [Pun] B.K.\n [MOP] Violence\n\n [Lil' Fame]\n I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n \"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n [Billy Danzini]\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n First (FAM). easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\n When you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga - I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\n BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":17606391,"name":"New York Giants","trackName":"New York Giants","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby [Clean]","duration":210.3379584,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon.\nYeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n(Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n\nC'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\nUhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\nLong time comin, ya heard?\nM.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[Pun] What'cha gon' do?\nUhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\nYa heard me?\n\n[Big Punisher]\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\nWe the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin from night to the mornin\nplus the light that give light to Muhammad\nor Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n[Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n[Pun] Set off the sirens\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[MOP] New York Giants\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nor ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\nlike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\na perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\nClap you with your own heat - by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n[Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n[Pun] Violence\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] B.X.\n[MOP] Violence\n[Pun] B.K.\n[MOP] Violence\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nI breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n\"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\nIt's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\nM dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\nStep the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my cellblock niggaz\nand cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\nYep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\nLil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\nMerc out on machines with loud pipes\nNiggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n[Billy Danzini]\nYou want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\nFirst (FAM). easy soldier!\nI'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSeance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\nOhh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\nwhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga - I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\nBANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] C'mon.\n[00:03.63] Yeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n[00:07.59] (Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n[00:15.45] C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n[00:16.37] Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\n[00:21.81] Long time comin, ya heard?\n[00:24.68] M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[00:27.67] [Pun] What'cha gon' do?\n[00:29.49] Uhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\n[00:30.51] Bronx. 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Look nigga, you know the name\n[02:29.32] It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n[02:31.77] M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n[02:34.67] Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n[02:37.24] Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n[02:40.26] I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n[02:42.42] and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n[02:46.16] Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n[02:48.78] Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n[02:51.66] Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:54.15] Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n[02:56.63] [Billy Danzini]\n[02:57.14] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n[02:59.90] First (FAM). easy soldier!\n[03:02.68] I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n[03:04.84] Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n[03:08.39] Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n[03:13.53] Ohh! 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Brook-lawn collabo'\n [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Big Punisher]\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n ?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n [Pun] Set off the sirens\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n [Fame] Leave em brainless\n [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n [Fame] It's the.\n \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n [Pun] C'mon - violence!\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n [MOP] New York Giants\n [Fame] Leave em brainless\n [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n [Fame] It's the.\n \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n [Big Punisher]\n I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\n like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\n Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\n a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\n I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n ? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\n Clap you with your own heat - by all means\n If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n [Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n [Pun] Violence\n [MOP] Form the alliance\n [Pun] B.X.\n [MOP] Violence\n [Pun] B.K.\n [MOP] Violence\n\n [Lil' Fame]\n I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n \"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n [Billy Danzini]\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n First (FAM). easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\n when you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga - I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\n BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":23567980,"name":"06 New York Giants","trackName":"06 New York Giants","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":210.546939,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon.\nYeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n(Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n\nC'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\nUhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\nLong time comin, ya heard?\nM.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[Pun] What'cha gon' do?\nUhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\nYa heard me?\n\n[Big Punisher]\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\nWe the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin from night to the mornin\nplus the light that give light to Muhammad\nor Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n[Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n[Pun] Set off the sirens\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[MOP] New York Giants\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nor ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\nlike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\na perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\nClap you with your own heat - by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n[Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n[Pun] Violence\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] B.X.\n[MOP] Violence\n[Pun] B.K.\n[MOP] Violence\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nI breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n\"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\nIt's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\nM dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\nStep the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my cellblock niggaz\nand cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\nYep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\nLil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\nMerc out on machines with loud pipes\nNiggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n[Billy Danzini]\nYou want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\nFirst (FAM). easy soldier!\nI'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSeance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\nOhh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\nwhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga - I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\nBANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] C'mon.\n[00:03.63] Yeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n[00:07.59] (Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n[00:15.45] C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n[00:16.37] Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\n[00:21.81] Long time comin, ya heard?\n[00:24.68] M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[00:27.67] [Pun] What'cha gon' do?\n[00:29.49] Uhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\n[00:30.51] Bronx. 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Look nigga, you know the name\n[02:29.32] It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n[02:31.77] M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n[02:34.67] Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n[02:37.24] Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n[02:40.26] I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n[02:42.42] and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n[02:46.16] Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n[02:48.78] Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n[02:51.66] Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:54.15] Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n[02:56.63] [Billy Danzini]\n[02:57.14] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n[02:59.90] First (FAM). easy soldier!\n[03:02.68] I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n[03:04.84] Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n[03:08.39] Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n[03:13.53] Ohh! 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Brook-lawn collabo'\n [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Big Punisher]\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n Big Pun! 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Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n [Billy Danzini]\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n First (FAM). easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\n when you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga - I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\n BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":36663355,"name":"New York Giants","trackName":"New York Giants","artistName":"Big Pun M.O.P.","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon.\nYeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n(Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n\nC'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\nUhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\nLong time comin, ya heard?\nM.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[Pun] What'cha gon' do?\nUhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\nYa heard me?\n\n[Big Punisher]\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\nWe the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin from night to the mornin\nplus the light that give light to Muhammad\nor Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n\n[Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n\n[Pun] Set off the sirens\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[MOP] New York Giants\n[Fame] Leave em brainless\n[Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[Fame] It's the.\n\"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nor ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\nlike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\na perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\nClap you with your own heat - by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n\n[Chorus (first 1/2)]\n\n[Pun] Violence\n[MOP] Form the alliance\n[Pun] B.X.\n[MOP] Violence\n[Pun] B.K.\n[MOP] Violence\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nI breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n\"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\nIt's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\nM dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\nStep the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my cellblock niggaz\nand cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\nYep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\nLil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\nMerc out on machines with loud pipes\nNiggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n[Billy Danzini]\nYou want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\nFirst (FAM). easy soldier!\nI'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSeance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\nOhh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\nwhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga - I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\nBANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.18] C'mon.\n[00:03.63] Yeah yeah. uhh, uh-huh.\n[00:07.59] (Oh shit!) Hehehe. (Ohhh shit!)\n[00:15.45] C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n[00:16.37] Uhh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin uncut\n[00:21.81] Long time comin, ya heard?\n[00:24.68] M.O.P. (c'mon, uhh) Big motherfuckin Punisher\n[00:27.67] [Pun] What'cha gon' do?\n[00:29.49] Uhh. Terror Squad (yeah)\n[00:30.51] Bronx. Brook-lawn collabo'\n[00:33.80] [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n[00:35.42] Ya heard me?\n[00:36.10] [Big Punisher]\n[00:36.66] This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n[00:39.82] New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n[00:41.93] We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n[00:45.05] Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n[00:47.60] I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n[00:50.21] Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n[00:53.44] The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n[00:57.00] Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n[00:57.84] plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n[00:59.32] or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n[01:01.17] From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n[01:04.21] Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n[01:07.34] ?, hunchback, like Quasimoto\n[01:10.23] [Chorus: Big Punisher, M.O.P.]\n[01:10.93] [Pun] Set off the sirens\n[01:12.71] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[01:13.34] [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n[01:15.08] [MOP] New York Giants (c'mon!)\n[01:15.80] [Fame] Leave em brainless\n[01:17.08] [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[01:18.38] [Fame] It's the.\n[01:19.15] \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[01:20.04] [Pun] C'mon - violence!\n[01:22.99] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[01:24.44] [Pun] South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n[01:26.21] [MOP] New York Giants\n[01:27.19] [Fame] Leave em brainless\n[01:28.35] [Danz] Hit em with the stainless\n[01:29.72] [Fame] It's the.\n[01:30.32] \"World's. world's. world's famous!\"\n[01:32.84] [Big Punisher]\n[01:33.48] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n[01:35.54] or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just - rock your world\n[01:38.48] like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n[01:41.34] Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n[01:44.24] Cause my commitee ain't only known for the flowin\n[01:46.89] Put they holes in your colon send you rollin like when you're bowlin\n[01:49.49] a perfect strike - let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike\n[01:52.75] I hurt your wife - put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n[01:54.74] I'm shootin at you - and that's off the top like Supernatural\n[01:56.31] ? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin at you\n[01:58.33] Clap you with your own heat - by all means\n[02:00.96] If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin O.G.\n[02:06.65] [Chorus (first 1/2)]\n[02:07.25] [Pun] Violence\n[02:11.00] [MOP] Form the alliance\n[02:11.96] [Pun] B.X.\n[02:12.60] [MOP] Violence\n[02:19.59] [Pun] B.K.\n[02:20.06] [MOP] Violence\n[02:21.78] [Lil' Fame]\n[02:24.37] I breaks the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n[02:28.32] \"How About Some.\" FUCK THAT! Look nigga, you know the name\n[02:29.32] It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n[02:31.77] M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n[02:34.67] Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n[02:37.24] Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n[02:40.26] I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n[02:42.42] and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n[02:46.16] Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n[02:48.78] Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n[02:51.66] Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:54.15] Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n[02:56.63] [Billy Danzini]\n[02:57.14] You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n[02:59.90] First (FAM). easy soldier!\n[03:02.68] I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n[03:04.84] Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n[03:08.39] Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n[03:13.53] Ohh! 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Brook-lawn collabo'\n [Pun] Yo, yo, yo.\n Ya heard me?\n\n [Big Punisher]\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York - ice rockin tight wifebeaters\n We the truth - don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin with holes - and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin from night to the mornin\n plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin to me\n Big Pun! 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Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cellblock niggaz\n and cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n\n [Billy Danzini]\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (SQUAD), William (DANZE)\n First (FAM). easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got - my mind, my body, and my - SOUULLLLLLLL\n Ohh! I don't blame you - you switched your gameplan\n when you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga - I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (FIRST FAMILY STYLE) all the way out\n BANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":34967452,"name":"New York Giants","trackName":"New York Giants","artistName":"Big Pun Feat․ M․O․P․","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon! (\"You see it?\" Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh)\n(\"Oh shit, oh shit!\")\nC'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!\nThis is the motherfuckin' uncut!\nLongtime comin', ya heard?!\nM.O.P.! (C'mon!) Big motherfuckin' Punisher!\n(What'cha gonna do?) Terror Squad! (Yeah!)\nBronx, Brook-nam collabo'!\nYo, yo, yo! Yo, I ain't finished yet, c'mon!\n\nThis is for my 25-to-life bidders, pork-fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice-rockin' tight wife-beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n\nLeave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\n\nI'm hundred-proof, that's perfect percentage, since birth\nI inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\nThe spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\nRight when you snorin' from night to the mornin'\nBless the mic like Elijah Muhammad, or Christ, how you want it?\nI got what you need, from God to the streets\nC'mon, motherfucker, you talkin' to me\nBig Pun! The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers\nThe young block, hunchback like Quasimodo\n\nSet off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\nViolence! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nRing the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world\nI got to leave me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n\nCock the glizzy, give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie\n'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\nPut three holes in your dome and send you rollin'\nLike when you bowlin', a perfect strike\nLet me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife, and put your trife ass in the earth, aight?\nI'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\nAttributes include turnin' goons to statues\nLike Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat\nHomie, if this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G\n\nSet off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\nViolence! (Form the alliance!)\nBX! (Violence!) BK! (Violence!)\n\nI break the world off with a bang! (Bang!)\nHow about some? Fuck that!\nLook, nigga, you know the name, it's the one, slash\n\n7-1-8, Slash, M dot, O dot\nP dot, First Family dot!\nBoogie Down Brooklyn! (Damn you!)\nStep the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my back block niggas\nAnd cats from Puerto Rico\nUptown screamin' out (\"Perico!\")\nYo, this nigga's trife, I survive mad nigga fights\n\nLil' Fame insane brains, a million gigabytes\n\nMerk out on machines with loud pipes\n\nNigga bikes, six double-ohs, bigga bites\n\nYo, it's 718 Terror Squad!\nWilliam Danze! First Fam!\nHe see soldier, I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSay it's got, my mind, my body, and my... (\"Soul!\")\n\nOh! I don't blame ya, you switched your game plan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga, I'm filled with anger!\n\nYou fuckin' with a hooded soldier, cold real life, this is danger\n(First Family style!) On the way out\nBang! (Bang!) Bang! (Bang!) 'Til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.31] C'mon! (\"You see it?\" Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh)\n[00:08.48] (\"Oh shit, oh shit!\")\n[00:14.10] C'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!\n[00:17.75] This is the motherfuckin' uncut!\n[00:20.85] Longtime comin', ya heard?!\n[00:23.35] M.O.P.! (C'mon!) Big motherfuckin' Punisher!\n[00:27.05] (What'cha gonna do?) Terror Squad! (Yeah!)\n[00:30.58] Bronx, Brook-nam collabo'!\n[00:32.63] Yo, yo, yo! 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(New York giants!)\n[01:14.93] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:17.65] It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n[01:22.14] Violence! (Form the alliance!)\n[01:23.50] South Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\n[01:26.46] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:28.87] It's the... 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Yo, I ain't finished yet, c'mon!\n\nThis is for my 25-to-life bidders, pork-fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice-rockin' tight wife-beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n\nLeave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\n\nI'm hundred-proof, that's perfect percentage, since birth\nI inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\nThe spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\nRight when you snorin' from night to the mornin'\nBless the mic like Elijah Muhammad, or Christ, how you want it?\nI got what you need, from God to the streets\nC'mon, motherfucker, you talkin' to me\nBig Pun! The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers\nThe young block, hunchback like Quasimodo\n\nSet off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\nViolence! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! 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(New York giants!)\n[01:14.93] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:17.65] It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n[01:22.14] Violence! (Form the alliance!)\n[01:23.50] South Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\n[01:26.46] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:28.87] It's the... 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(c'mon, uh)\nBig motherfuckin' Punisher\nWhat'cha gon' do?\nUh Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx, Brook-lawn collabo'\nYo, yo, yo\nYa heard me?\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to\nspit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin' from night to the mornin'\nPlus the light that give light to Muhammad\nOr Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n? hunchback, like Quasimoto\nSet off the sirens\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\nNew York Giants (c'mon!)\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nC'mon, violence!\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\nNew York Giants\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nOr ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just, rock your world\nLike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'\nA perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you\nClap you with your own heat, by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.\nSet off the sirens\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\nNew York Giants (c'mon!)\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nC'mon, violence!\nViolence\nForm the alliance\nB.X.\nViolence\nB.K.\nViolence\nI breaks the world off with a bang (bang!)\n\"How about some\" fuck that! 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I don't blame you, you switched your game plan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga, I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(First family style) all the way out\nBang (Bang) Bang (Bang) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: New York Giants (featuring M.O.P.)\n artist: Big Pun\n album: Yeah Baby\n duration_ms: 210000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n C'mon\n Yeah yeah, uh, uh-huh\n (Oh shit!)\n Hehehe (Oh shit!)\n C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n Uh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut\n Long time comin', ya heard?\n M.O.P. (c'mon, uh)\n Big motherfuckin' Punisher\n What'cha gon' do?\n Uh Terror Squad (yeah)\n Bronx, Brook-lawn collabo'\n Yo, yo, yo\n Ya heard me?\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\n We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to\n spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin' from night to the mornin'\n Plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n Or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\n Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n ? hunchback, like Quasimoto\n Set off the sirens\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n New York Giants (c'mon!)\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n C'mon, violence!\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n New York Giants\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just, rock your world\n Like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\n Put they holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'\n A perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\n I hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n I'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\n ? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you\n Clap you with your own heat, by all means\n If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.\n Set off the sirens\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n New York Giants (c'mon!)\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n C'mon, violence!\n Violence\n Form the alliance\n B.X.\n Violence\n B.K.\n Violence\n I breaks the world off with a bang (bang!)\n \"How about some\" fuck that! Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (damn you)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cell block niggas\n And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (squad)\n William (danze)\n First (fam) easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got, my mind, my body, and my, soul\n Oh! I don't blame you, you switched your game plan\n When you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga, I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (First family style) all the way out\n Bang (Bang) Bang (Bang) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":18559424,"name":"New York Giants (featuring M.O.P.)","trackName":"New York Giants (featuring M.O.P.)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":210.493333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon\nYeah yeah, uh, uh-huh\n(Oh shit!)\nHehehe (Oh shit!)\nC'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\nUh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut\nLong time comin', ya heard?\nM.O.P. (c'mon, uh)\nBig motherfuckin' Punisher\nWhat'cha gon' do?\nUh Terror Squad (yeah)\nBronx, Brook-lawn collabo'\nYo, yo, yo\nYa heard me?\nThis is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\nLeave your Wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\nSince birth I inherit the gift to\nspit a verse that refers to ya parent\nThe spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\nMade right where you starrin' from night to the mornin'\nPlus the light that give light to Muhammad\nOr Christ how you want it I got what you need\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\nBig Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n? hunchback, like Quasimoto\nSet off the sirens\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\nNew York Giants (c'mon!)\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nC'mon, violence!\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\nNew York Giants\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nOr ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just, rock your world\nLike? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\nCock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\nCause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\nPut they holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'\nA perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\n? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you\nClap you with your own heat, by all means\nIf this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.\nSet off the sirens\nForm the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\nNew York Giants (c'mon!)\nLeave 'em brainless\nHit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the,\n\"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\nC'mon, violence!\nViolence\nForm the alliance\nB.X.\nViolence\nB.K.\nViolence\nI breaks the world off with a bang (bang!)\n\"How about some\" fuck that! Look nigga, you know the name\nIt's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\nM dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (damn you)\nStep the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\nI rep for my cell block niggas\nAnd cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, \"Perrico!\"\nYep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\nLil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\nMerc out on machines with loud pipes\nNiggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\nYou want Seven One Eight Terror (squad)\nWilliam (danze)\nFirst (fam) easy soldier!\nI'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSeance got, my mind, my body, and my, soul\nOh! I don't blame you, you switched your game plan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga, I'm filled with anger!\nYou fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n(First family style) all the way out\nBang (Bang) Bang (Bang) til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: New York Giants (featuring M.O.P.)\n artist: Big Pun\n album: Yeeeah Baby\n duration_ms: 210493\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n C'mon\n Yeah yeah, uh, uh-huh\n (Oh shit!)\n Hehehe (Oh shit!)\n C'mon (yeah yeah) c'mon!\n Uh, yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut\n Long time comin', ya heard?\n M.O.P. (c'mon, uh)\n Big motherfuckin' Punisher\n What'cha gon' do?\n Uh Terror Squad (yeah)\n Bronx, Brook-lawn collabo'\n Yo, yo, yo\n Ya heard me?\n This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\n We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n Leave your Wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean ya tooth\n I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage\n Since birth I inherit the gift to\n spit a verse that refers to ya parent\n The spirit's born, here to bring light to the dawn\n Made right where you starrin' from night to the mornin'\n Plus the light that give light to Muhammad\n Or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\n Big Pun! The papichulo out to screw you\n ? hunchback, like Quasimoto\n Set off the sirens\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n New York Giants (c'mon!)\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n C'mon, violence!\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa\n New York Giants\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just, rock your world\n Like? believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n Cock the glizzy give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie\n Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\n Put they holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'\n A perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\n I hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n I'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\n ? turn his moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you\n Clap you with your own heat, by all means\n If this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.\n Set off the sirens\n Form the alliance\n South Bronx, Brook-lawn nigga\n New York Giants (c'mon!)\n Leave 'em brainless\n Hit 'em with the stainless\n It's the,\n \"World's, world's, world's famous!\"\n C'mon, violence!\n Violence\n Form the alliance\n B.X.\n Violence\n B.K.\n Violence\n I breaks the world off with a bang (bang!)\n \"How about some\" fuck that! Look nigga, you know the name\n It's the One slash, Seven One Eight, slash\n M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n Boogie Down, Brooklyn (damn you)\n Step the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my cell block niggas\n And cats from Puerto Rico, Uptown screamin' out, \"Perrico!\"\n Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad nigga fights\n Lil' Fame, insane brain, to fill your gigabytes\n Merc out on machines with loud pipes\n Niggabytes, six-double-oh's, and? bikes\n You want Seven One Eight Terror (squad)\n William (danze)\n First (fam) easy soldier!\n I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Seance got, my mind, my body, and my, soul\n Oh! I don't blame you, you switched your game plan\n When you found out your main man was named Danze\n Nigga, I'm filled with anger!\n You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger\n (First family style) all the way out\n Bang (Bang) Bang (Bang) til your brains hang out\n"},{"id":38721877,"name":"New York Giants (feat. M.O.P.)","trackName":"New York Giants (feat. M.O.P.)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Yeeeah Baby","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Big Pun & (Billy Danze)\n(C'mon) Yeah yeah, uh, uh-huh\n(Ha ha ha) C'mon, yeah yeah\nYeah, yeah, yeah, this is the motherfuckin' crack\nLong time comin', ya heard? M.O.P. (C'mon)\nBig motherfuckin' Punisher (Whatcha gonna do?)\nJealous Squad (Yeah), Bronx, Brook-Nam collaboration\n(Yo, yo, yo, what?)\n\nThis is for my 25 to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n\nLeave your wisdom rotting with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\nI'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage since birth\nI inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\nThe spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\nRight when you snoring from night to the morning\nBless the mic like Elijah Muhammad\nOr Christ how you want it I got what you need\n\nFrom God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\n\nBig Pun, the bobby judo out to school you boppers\nThe young block, hunch back like Quasimodo\n\nSet off the sirens, form the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-Nam niggas, New York Giants\nC'mon, leave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\nViolence, form the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-Nam boppers, New York Giants\nLeave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\n\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from hell\nRing the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world\nLike diamond VV, my squad get busy if you try to diss me\n\nCock the glizzy give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie\nCause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\nPut three holes in your dome, say you rollin' like when you bowl\nIn a perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\n\nI hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\nI'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like supernatural\nAttributes include turnin' goons to statues\nLike Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat, homie\nIf this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G\n\nSet off the sirens, form the alliance\nSouth Bronx, Brook-Nam niggas, New York Giants\nC'mon, leave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\nIt's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\nViolence, form the alliance\nBX, violence, BK, violence\n\nI rip the world off with a bang (BANG!)\nHow about some (fuck that!)\nLook, nigga you know the name\nIt's the 1- slash - 7-1-8\nSlash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\nBoogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\nStep the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth slam you\nI rep for my back block niggas, and cats from Puerto Rico\n\nUptown screamin' out (PERICO!)\nYo, this nigga's right, I survived mad nigga fights\nLil' fame, insane brains, a million gigabytes\nMurked out on machines with loud pipes\n\nNigga bites, six double-oh's, nigga bites\n\nYo it's 7-1-8 terror (SQUAD!)\nWilliam (DANZE!), First (FAM!) E-Z soldier\n\nI'm not a killer I just pop a lot\nGrew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\nSay it's got, my mind, my body and my (SOUL!)\n\nOh, I don't blame ya, you switched your game plan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga, I'm filled with anger\nYou fuckin' with a hooded soldier, cold real life, this is danger\n(FIRST FAMILY STYLE!) On the way out\nBANG (BANG) BANG (BANG) 'til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] [Intro: Big Pun & (Billy Danze)\n[00:00.29] (C'mon) Yeah yeah, uh, uh-huh\n[00:09.15] (Ha ha ha) C'mon, yeah yeah\n[00:15.62] Yeah, yeah, yeah, this is the motherfuckin' crack\n[00:20.91] Long time comin', ya heard? M.O.P. (C'mon)\n[00:25.02] Big motherfuckin' Punisher (Whatcha gonna do?)\n[00:28.59] Jealous Squad (Yeah), Bronx, Brook-Nam collaboration\n[00:33.37] (Yo, yo, yo, what?)\n[00:35.16] This is for my 25 to life bidders, pork fried rice eaters\n[00:38.74] New York, New York, ice rockin' tight wife beaters\n[00:41.51] We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n[00:44.35] Leave your wisdom rotting with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\n[00:47.30] I'm hundred proof, that's perfect percentage since birth\n[00:49.78] I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\n[00:52.56] The spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\n[00:54.88] Right when you snoring from night to the morning\n[00:56.64] Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad\n[00:58.38] Or Christ how you want it I got what you need\n[01:00.62] From God to the streets, c'mon motherfucker you talkin' to me\n[01:04.05] Big Pun, the bobby judo out to school you boppers\n[01:06.66] The young block, hunch back like Quasimodo\n[01:09.81] Set off the sirens, form the alliance\n[01:12.45] South Bronx, Brook-Nam niggas, New York Giants\n[01:15.26] C'mon, leave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\n[01:17.73] It's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\n[01:22.28] Violence, form the alliance\n[01:23.64] South Bronx, Brook-Nam boppers, New York Giants\n[01:26.59] Leave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\n[01:28.92] It's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\n[01:31.74] I bring death to your front door like an escort from hell\n[01:34.68] Ring the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world\n[01:37.65] Like diamond VV, my squad get busy if you try to diss me\n[01:40.83] Cock the glizzy give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie\n[01:43.53] Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\n[01:45.88] Put three holes in your dome, say you rollin' like when you bowl\n[01:48.45] In a perfect strike, let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\n[01:51.75] I hurt your wife, put the trife ass in the earth aight?\n[01:54.47] I'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like supernatural\n[01:57.42] Attributes include turnin' goons to statues\n[01:59.31] Like Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat, homie\n[02:02.81] If this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G\n[02:06.04] Set off the sirens, form the alliance\n[02:08.66] South Bronx, Brook-Nam niggas, New York Giants\n[02:11.43] C'mon, leave 'em brainless, hit 'em with the stainless\n[02:13.92] It's the (World's, World's, World Famous)\n[02:17.73] Violence, form the alliance\n[02:19.92] BX, violence, BK, violence\n[02:22.27] I rip the world off with a bang (BANG!)\n[02:24.82] How about some (fuck that!)\n[02:26.53] Look, nigga you know the name\n[02:28.03] It's the 1- slash - 7-1-8\n[02:30.08] Slash M dot O dot P dot, First Family dot\n[02:34.05] Boogie Down, Brooklyn (DAMN YOU)\n[02:36.09] Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth slam you\n[02:39.44] I rep for my back block niggas, and cats from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.29] Uptown screamin' out (PERICO!)\n[02:45.17] Yo, this nigga's right, I survived mad nigga fights\n[02:48.18] Lil' fame, insane brains, a million gigabytes\n[02:50.98] Murked out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:53.30] Nigga bites, six double-oh's, nigga bites\n[02:55.23] Yo it's 7-1-8 terror (SQUAD!)\n[02:58.07] William (DANZE!), First (FAM!) 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(Yeah!)\nBronx, Brook-nam collabo'!\nYo, yo, yo! Yo, I ain't finished yet, c'mon!\n\nThis is for my 25-to-life bidders, pork-fried rice eaters\nNew York, New York, ice-rockin' tight wife-beaters\nWe the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n\nLeave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\n\nI'm hundred-proof, that's perfect percentage, since birth\nI inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\nThe spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\nRight when you snorin' from night to the mornin'\nBless the mic like Elijah Muhammad, or Christ, how you want it?\nI got what you need, from God to the streets\nC'mon, motherfucker, you talkin' to me\nBig Pun! The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers\nThe young block, hunchback like Quasimodo\n\nSet off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\nViolence! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\nLeave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\nIt's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n\nI bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\nRing the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world\nI got to leave me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n\nCock the glizzy, give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie\n'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\nPut three holes in your dome and send you rollin'\nLike when you bowlin', a perfect strike\nLet me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\nI hurt your wife, and put your trife ass in the earth, aight?\nI'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\nAttributes include turnin' goons to statues\nLike Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat\nHomie, if this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G\n\nSet off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\nSouth Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! 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I don't blame ya, you switched your game plan\nWhen you found out your main man was named Danze\nNigga, I'm filled with anger!\n\nYou fuckin' with a hooded soldier, cold real life, this is danger\n(First Family style!) On the way out\nBang! (Bang!) Bang! (Bang!) 'Til your brains hang out","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.31] C'mon! (\"You see it?\" Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh)\n[00:08.48] (\"Oh shit, oh shit!\")\n[00:14.10] C'mon! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!\n[00:17.75] This is the motherfuckin' uncut!\n[00:20.85] Longtime comin', ya heard?!\n[00:23.35] M.O.P.! (C'mon!) Big motherfuckin' Punisher!\n[00:27.05] (What'cha gonna do?) Terror Squad! (Yeah!)\n[00:30.58] Bronx, Brook-nam collabo'!\n[00:32.63] Yo, yo, yo! Yo, I ain't finished yet, c'mon!\n[00:34.92] This is for my 25-to-life bidders, pork-fried rice eaters\n[00:38.63] New York, New York, ice-rockin' tight wife-beaters\n[00:41.48] We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the proof\n[00:44.23] Leave your wisdom rottin' with holes, and I don't mean your tooth\n[00:47.20] I'm hundred-proof, that's perfect percentage, since birth\n[00:49.62] I inherit the gift to spit a verse that reverse the apparent\n[00:52.43] The spirits born here to bring life to the dormant\n[00:54.78] Right when you snorin' from night to the mornin'\n[00:56.57] Bless the mic like Elijah Muhammad, or Christ, how you want it?\n[00:59.35] I got what you need, from God to the streets\n[01:01.49] C'mon, motherfucker, you talkin' to me\n[01:03.93] Big Pun! The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers\n[01:06.57] The young block, hunchback like Quasimodo\n[01:09.76] Set off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\n[01:12.35] South Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\n[01:14.93] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:17.65] It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n[01:22.14] Violence! (Form the alliance!)\n[01:23.50] South Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\n[01:26.46] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[01:28.87] It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n[01:31.61] I bring death to your front door like an escort from Hell\n[01:34.58] Ring the bell like you wanna just talk and just, rock your world\n[01:37.55] I got to leave me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me\n[01:40.71] Cock the glizzy, give you a backhand to Pac and Biggie\n[01:43.43] 'Cause my committee ain't only known for the flowin'\n[01:45.61] Put three holes in your dome and send you rollin'\n[01:47.77] Like when you bowlin', a perfect strike\n[01:49.59] Let me show y'all niggas what I learned from Ike\n[01:51.69] I hurt your wife, and put your trife ass in the earth, aight?\n[01:54.39] I'm shootin' at you, and that's off the top like Supernatural\n[01:57.32] Attributes include turnin' goons to statues\n[01:59.23] Like Medusa was lookin' at you, clap you with yo' heat\n[02:02.18] Homie, if this is L.A., I'll be a motherfuckin' O.G\n[02:05.95] Set off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\n[02:08.54] South Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\n[02:11.30] Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n[02:13.89] It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n[02:16.92] Violence! (Form the alliance!)\n[02:19.88] BX! (Violence!) BK! (Violence!)\n[02:22.15] I break the world off with a bang! (Bang!)\n[02:24.72] How about some? Fuck that!\n[02:26.42] Look, nigga, you know the name, it's the one, slash\n[02:29.13] 7-1-8, Slash, M dot, O dot\n[02:31.89] P dot, First Family dot!\n[02:33.97] Boogie Down Brooklyn! (Damn you!)\n[02:35.96] Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n[02:39.34] I rep for my back block niggas\n[02:41.31] And cats from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.16] Uptown screamin' out (\"Perico!\")\n[02:45.00] Yo, this nigga's trife, I survive mad nigga fights\n[02:48.08] Lil' Fame insane brains, a million gigabytes\n[02:50.86] Merk out on machines with loud pipes\n[02:53.28] Nigga bikes, six double-ohs, bigga bites\n[02:55.14] Yo, it's 718 Terror Squad!\n[02:57.98] William Danze! First Fam!\n[03:00.82] He see soldier, I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n[03:04.35] Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n[03:07.96] Say it's got, my mind, my body, and my... (\"Soul!\")\n[03:12.91] Oh! I don't blame ya, you switched your game plan\n[03:15.95] When you found out your main man was named Danze\n[03:18.55] Nigga, I'm filled with anger!\n[03:20.83] You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, cold real life, this is danger\n[03:24.48] (First Family style!) On the way out\n[03:26.94] Bang! (Bang!) Bang! (Bang!) 'Til your brains hang out\n[03:30.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: New York Giants (feat. M.O.P.) (feat. M.O.P.)\n artist: Big Pun, M.O.P.\n album: Yeah Baby\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: C'mon! (\"You see it?\" Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-huh)\n start_ms: 2310\n end_ms: 8480\n- text: (\"Oh shit, oh shit!\")\n start_ms: 8480\n end_ms: 14100\n- text: C'mon! 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The Bobby Judo out to screw you boppers\n The young block, hunchback like Quasimodo\n\n Set off the sirens! (Form the alliance!)\n South Bronx, Brook-nam, nigga! (New York giants!)\n Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n It's the... (\"World's, world's, world's famous!\")\n Violence! (Form the alliance!)\n South Bronx, Brook-nam, papa! (New York giants!)\n Leave 'em brainless! (Hit 'em with the stainless!)\n It's the... 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(Form the alliance!)\n BX! (Violence!) BK! (Violence!)\n\n I break the world off with a bang! (Bang!)\n How about some? Fuck that!\n Look, nigga, you know the name, it's the one, slash\n\n 7-1-8, Slash, M dot, O dot\n P dot, First Family dot!\n Boogie Down Brooklyn! (Damn you!)\n Step the fuck back before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you\n I rep for my back block niggas\n And cats from Puerto Rico\n Uptown screamin' out (\"Perico!\")\n Yo, this nigga's trife, I survive mad nigga fights\n\n Lil' Fame insane brains, a million gigabytes\n\n Merk out on machines with loud pipes\n\n Nigga bikes, six double-ohs, bigga bites\n\n Yo, it's 718 Terror Squad!\n William Danze! First Fam!\n He see soldier, I'm not a killer, I just pop a lot\n Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a vacant lot\n Say it's got, my mind, my body, and my... (\"Soul!\")\n\n Oh! 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