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master, rhyme, lyrical blast a bitch\n[01:55.12] I own the flow, you know I mastered it\n[01:57.53] What, picture a nigga droppin' me\n[01:59.98] Ain't shit stoppin' me, you're cockin' me\n[02:02.65] I've shown I'm prone to plastic niggas\n[02:04.94] At the count of three, squeeze your trigger\n[02:07.60] On a bigot blasted bitch I hit you with the hook\n[02:10.19] From the book, hook after hook, after hook\n[02:12.22] You know I Got Cha Opin, Make, Take Munne, Munne\n[02:15.58] Ack Like U Want It, ain't a damn thing funny\n[02:17.95] Son Get Wrec with your Black Smif-n-Wessun\n[02:20.52] Shit Iz Real when I toss another lesson\n[02:22.92] Jump up\n[02:24.22] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:25.59] Jump up\n[02:26.87] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:28.16] Jump up\n[02:29.44] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:30.61] Jump up\n[02:31.85] (Enta da stage, enta da stage)\n[02:33.20] Jump up\n[02:34.48] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[02:36.06] Jump 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'cause I be buck wildin' on Franklin\n[00:32.61] It's time for Buck 'cause you're dead and stinkin'\n[00:35.18] The original comin' through with the boogaloo\n[00:37.60] What you gon' do to the crew, make way for the brothers who\n[00:40.95] Will quick react, bust a cap, breakin' your back\n[00:43.55] And breakin' the fact that your act is a shitty pack\n[00:46.15] You shoulda got with the Shot, lyrical Glock\n[00:48.75] Run up on your block with my trigger pon cock\n[00:50.78] So ease out, selector, play that shit\n[00:53.32] For all my niggas locked down, play that shit\n[00:55.72] For all my niggas Uptown, play that shit\n[00:58.43] And when I pick up the microphone somebody head get split\n[01:00.78] So Polly, I'ma give you every page\n[01:02.83] Bustin' the gauge, light it up, now come in the stage\n[01:05.70] Jump up\n[01:07.72] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[01:08.83] Jump up\n[01:09.88] (Enta da stage of the Buckshot Shorty)\n[01:11.47] Jump up\n[01:12.65] (Enta da 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Excellerator ]\n[00:20.77] What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n[00:23.46] Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n[00:26.16] 9-19, I believe\n[00:28.01] When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n[00:31.64] Then I call my man Reels\n[00:33.42] Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n[00:36.17] Always keep the nine cocked\n[00:37.91] Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n[00:41.55] Caught a nigga from a chin\n[00:43.38] Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n[00:46.13] [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n[00:47.09] Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n[00:49.75] Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n[00:51.76] Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n[00:53.51] Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n[00:57.18] Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n[00:58.97] Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n[01:02.69] I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n[01:04.41] Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n[01:08.00] Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n[01:10.72] Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n[01:12.59] Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n[01:15.26] Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n[01:17.92] Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n[01:19.43] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[01:20.35] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[01:23.00] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[01:25.71] [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n[01:31.14] Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n[01:33.80] When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n[01:36.54] You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n[01:39.22] Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n[01:42.07] Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n[01:43.81] Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n[01:47.43] Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n[01:49.22] A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n[01:52.83] I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n[01:54.61] I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n[01:57.34] Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n[02:00.08] Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n[02:02.70] A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n[02:04.58] You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n[02:07.28] [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n[02:08.15] I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n[02:10.94] Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n[02:12.69] Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n[02:15.44] Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n[02:18.11] I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n[02:20.89] Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n[02:23.55] The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n[02:26.22] Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n[02:28.92] And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n[02:30.74] It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n[02:33.48] Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n[02:36.14] You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n[02:38.88] You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n[02:41.54] Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n[02:43.34] [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n[02:44.39] Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n[02:46.19] Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n[02:48.85] [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n[02:54.24] These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n[02:56.91] Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n[02:59.63] The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n[03:01.46] Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n[03:05.05] Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n[03:07.75] These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n[03:10.40] Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n[03:13.16] I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n[03:14.00] [ VERSE 6: Buckshot 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Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"},{"id":271682,"name":"Who Got da Props?","trackName":"Who Got da Props?","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Put up, what up, BO BO BO!\nSuckers want to flow but they got no show\nSo I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned\nBuckshot's the one that gets the job done\nMic check, I get paid to wreck your set\nGet ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret\nNo holds barred, and complete move fakers\nBest to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her\nIf she's a crab I'm a diss her and slide\nIf she try to riff I got my Smith on my side\nWord to God, here I come so make way\nRugged and rough, killing your set every day\nMicrophone check 1, 2, here we go\nAnd I'm a let you know, who got the flow\nSpitting my verbs like an automatic weapon\nSuckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know\n\nWho got the props? *bo!*\nWho got the props? *bo!*\n5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n\nOne Mississippi, two mississippi\nSucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's\nBut I'm a get paid from the 90's\nQuick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie\nKicking flavor, with my life saver techniques\nGuaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks\nMaybe years if my peers give me ears to fill\nLick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill\nSee I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing\nThis is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting\nThe ones who tried to diss and play high? 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Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n(Verse One: Steele)\n\nHere we go, break of day, with a mad live session\nDown in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\nPick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\nThe punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\nBOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\nCops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\nBut it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\nThink I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\nCheck the drums of death as I break what's left\nOf your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\nYour family cried as your body lies in it's casket\nI keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\nSixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\nAnd if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\nStraight up and down, we two terrible toughies\nThe Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\nWhat pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\nBrooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\nIf youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\nCuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\nBuck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\nI'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\nA crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\nI never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\nI take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\nI even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse Three: Tek)\n\nAhh shit, a personality split\nAnd I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\nA little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\nI kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\nAnother boom blew up the scene\nThroughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\nG want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\nThere ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\nStraight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\nHome of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\nDamn, just when you thought it was safe\nTo come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\nBoom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\nSo I pack more steel lookin for the kill\nHope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\nPump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.65] (Feat. 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.83] Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n[00:36.30] But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n[00:38.92] Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n[00:41.93] Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:44.08] Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n[00:44.17] Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n[00:47.25] I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n[00:52.49] Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:54.83] And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:57.47] Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:59.96] The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:02.45] What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n[01:05.03] Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n[01:07.55] (Chorus: x4)\n[01:08.34] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:09.90] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:12.56] (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n[01:28.77] Real niggaz represent and don't die\n[01:30.81] Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n[01:33.48] I puff a mad bag of buddha\n[01:35.35] Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n[01:37.11] I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n[01:38.73] I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n[01:40.81] Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n[01:43.77] What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\n[01:45.99] Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\n[01:48.89] If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\n[01:51.09] Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\n[01:53.62] Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\n[01:56.43] I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\n[01:58.88] A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\n[02:01.45] I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\n[02:04.24] I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\n[02:06.60] I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n[02:09.29] (Chorus)\n[02:26.12] (Verse Three: Tek)\n[02:30.28] Ahh shit, a personality split\n[02:31.95] And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\n[02:35.42] A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\n[02:37.72] I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\n[02:40.63] Another boom blew up the scene\n[02:42.39] Throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\n[02:45.77] G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\n[02:48.25] There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\n[02:50.84] Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\n[02:53.11] Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\n[02:55.95] Damn, just when you thought it was safe\n[02:58.30] To come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\n[03:00.98] Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\n[03:03.56] So I pack more steel lookin for the kill\n[03:06.18] Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\n[03:08.54] Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n[03:11.18] (Chorus)\n[03:32.02] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Smif-N-Wesson\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta Da Stage\n  duration_ms: 261000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Feat. 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Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n  (Verse One: Steele)\n\n  Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session\n  Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\n  Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\n  The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\n  BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n  Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n  But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n  Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n  Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n  Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n  Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n  I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n  Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n  And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n  Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n  The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n  What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n  Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n  (Chorus: x4)\n\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n  (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\n  Real niggaz represent and don't die\n  Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n  I puff a mad bag of buddha\n  Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n  I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n  I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n  Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n  What? 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\nCops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing\nBut it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down\nThink I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown\nCheck the drums of death as I break what's left\nOf your face, 'cause you're sellin' out the rap race\nYour family cried as your body lies in its casket\nI keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket\nSixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\nAnd if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\nStraight up and down, we two terrible toughies\nThe Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\nWhat pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nReal niggas represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggas be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin' niggas with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\nBrooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\nIf you'se a bigger nigga bigger niggas get bucked\n'Cause I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\nBuck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\nI'm small but I'm strong like ten fucking gorillas\nA crazy-ass nigga puttin' Brooklyn on the map\nI never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, 'cause I'm all that\nI take no shit see, givin' the Buck fifty\nI even blew your bitch 'cause your man tried to stick me\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nAhh shit, a personality split\nAnd I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\nA little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\nI kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\nAnother boom blew up the scene\nThroughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\nG want a clip thinkin' I'm takin' this the underground moves\nThere ain't no more fakin' if you're thinkin' of bakin' it\nStraight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\nHome of the chrome, where I roam, not givin' a fuck now\nDamn, just when you thought it was safe\nTo come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\nBoom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\nSo I pack more steel lookin' for the kill\nHope you're not the picture on my scope, 'cause the dread'll\nPump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:02.37] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:04.97] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:07.66] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:09.96] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:12.69] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:15.08] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:17.75] Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun\n[00:20.53] Here we go, break of day, with a mad lye session\n[00:23.15] Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\n[00:25.41] Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black\n[00:27.95] The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\n[00:30.55] BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.23] Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing\n[00:35.70] But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down\n[00:38.40] Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown\n[00:41.05] Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:43.91] Of your face, 'cause you're sellin' out the rap race\n[00:46.46] Your family cried as your body lies in its casket\n[00:48.85] I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket\n[00:51.73] Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:53.96] And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:56.81] Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:58.80] The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:01.53] What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n[01:04.13] Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n[01:06.74] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:09.20] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:11.52] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:14.16] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:16.85] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:19.38] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:21.99] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:24.67] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:27.21] Real niggas represent and don't die\n[01:29.74] Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n[01:32.50] I puff a mad bag of buddha\n[01:34.34] Niggas be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n[01:36.00] I'm bustin' niggas with my six-shooter\n[01:37.67] I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n[01:39.92] Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n[01:42.76] What? 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n  Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing\n  But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down\n  Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown\n  Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n  Of your face, 'cause you're sellin' out the rap race\n  Your family cried as your body lies in its casket\n  I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket\n  Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n  And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n  Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n  The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n  What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n  Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n  Real niggas represent and don't die\n  Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n  I puff a mad bag of buddha\n  Niggas be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n  I'm bustin' niggas with my six-shooter\n  I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n  Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n  What? 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Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n(Verse One: Steele)\n\nHere we go, break of day, with a mad live session\nDown in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\nPick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\nThe punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\nBOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\nCops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\nBut it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\nThink I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\nCheck the drums of death as I break what's left\nof your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\nYour family cried as your body lies in it's casket\nI keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\nSixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\nAnd if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\nStraight up and down, we two terrible toughies\nThe Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\nWhat pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\nBrooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\nIf youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\nCuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\nBuck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\nI'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\nA crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\nI never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\nI take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\nI even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse Three: Tek)\n\nAhh shit, a personality split\nAnd I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\nA little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\nI kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\nAnother boom blew up the scene\nthroughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\nG want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\nThere ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\nStraight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\nHome of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\nDamn, just when you thought it was safe\nto come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\nBoom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\nso I pack more steel lookin for the kill\nHope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\npump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.65] (feat. 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.83] Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n[00:36.30] But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n[00:38.92] Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n[00:41.93] Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:44.08] of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n[00:44.17] Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n[00:47.25] I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n[00:52.49] Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:54.83] And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:57.47] Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:59.96] The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:02.45] What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n[01:05.03] Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n[01:07.55] (Chorus: x4)\n[01:08.34] Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:09.90] The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:12.56] (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n[01:28.77] Real niggaz represent and don't die\n[01:30.81] Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n[01:33.48] I puff a mad bag of buddha\n[01:35.35] Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n[01:37.11] I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n[01:38.73] I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n[01:40.81] Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n[01:43.77] What? 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Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.83] Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n[00:36.30] But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n[00:38.92] Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n[00:41.93] Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:44.08] of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n[00:44.17] Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n[00:47.25] I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n[00:52.49] Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:54.83] And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:57.47] Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:59.96] The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:02.45] What pussy? 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Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n  Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n  (Chorus: x4)\n\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n  (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\n  Real niggaz represent and don't die\n  Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n  I puff a mad bag of buddha\n  Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n  I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n  I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n  Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n  What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\n  Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\n  If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\n  Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\n  Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\n  I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\n  A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\n  I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\n  I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\n  I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse Three: Tek)\n\n  Ahh shit, a personality split\n  And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\n  A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\n  I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\n  Another boom blew up the scene\n  throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\n  G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\n  There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\n  Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\n  Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\n  Damn, just when you thought it was safe\n  to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\n  Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\n  so I pack more steel lookin for the kill\n  Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\n  pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":29174613,"name":"Black Smif-N-Wesson","trackName":"Black Smif-N-Wesson","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta Da Stage","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n(Verse One: Steele)\n\nHere we go, break of day, with a mad live session\nDown in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\nPick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\nThe punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\nBOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\nCops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\nBut it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\nThink I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\nCheck the drums of death as I break what's left\nOf your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\nYour family cried as your body lies in it's casket\nI keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\nSixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\nAnd if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\nStraight up and down, we two terrible toughies\nThe Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\nWhat pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? 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Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n  (Verse One: Steele)\n\n  Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session\n  Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\n  Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\n  The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\n  BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n  Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n  But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n  Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n  Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n  Of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n  Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n  I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n  Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n  And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n  Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n  The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n  What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n  Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n  (Chorus: x4)\n\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n  (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\n  Real niggaz represent and don't die\n  Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n  I puff a mad bag of buddha\n  Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n  I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n  I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n  Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n  What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\n  Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\n  If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\n  Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\n  Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\n  I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\n  A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\n  I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\n  I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\n  I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Verse Three: Tek)\n\n  Ahh shit, a personality split\n  And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\n  A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\n  I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\n  Another boom blew up the scene\n  Throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\n  G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\n  There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\n  Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\n  Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\n  Damn, just when you thought it was safe\n  To come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\n  Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\n  So I pack more steel lookin for the kill\n  Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\n  Pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":38974129,"name":"Black Smif‐N‐Wessun","trackName":"Black Smif‐N‐Wessun","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)\n\n(Verse One: Steele)\n\nHere we go, break of day, with a mad live session\nDown in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun\nPick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya black\nThe punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back\nBOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. Ripper did the shooting\nCops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\nBut it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\nThink I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\nCheck the drums of death as I break what's left\nof your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\nYour family cried as your body lies in it's casket\nI keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\nSixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\nAnd if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\nStraight up and down, we two terrible toughies\nThe Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\nWhat pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\nBefore you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n(Chorus: x4)\n\nLoad the clip, bust lead to the head\nThe nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n(Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\nReal niggaz represent and don't die\nNever dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\nI puff a mad bag of buddha\nNiggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\nI'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\nI get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\nRed-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\nWhat? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\nBrooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\nIf youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\nCuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\nBuck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\nI'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\nA crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\nI never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\nI take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\nI even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Verse Three: Tek)\n\nAhh shit, a personality split\nAnd I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\nA little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\nI kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\nAnother boom blew up the scene\nthroughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\nG want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\nThere ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\nStraight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\nHome of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\nDamn, just when you thought it was safe\nto come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\nBoom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\nso I pack more steel lookin for the kill\nHope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\npump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.65](feat. 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Mr. Ripper did the shooting\n[00:33.83]Cops heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing\n[00:36.30]But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down\n[00:38.92]Think I'm gettin caught by beasts youse a damn clown\n[00:41.93]Check the drums of death as I break what's left\n[00:44.08]of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap race\n[00:44.17]Your family cried as your body lies in it's casket\n[00:47.25]I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket\n[00:52.49]Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks\n[00:54.83]And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock\n[00:57.47]Straight up and down, we two terrible toughies\n[00:59.96]The Vickster hit your pockets then I made your eyes puffy\n[01:02.45]What pussy? Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n[01:05.03]Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n[01:07.55](Chorus: x4)\n[01:08.34]Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n[01:09.90]The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n[01:12.56](Verse Two: Buckshot)\n[01:28.77]Real niggaz represent and don't die\n[01:30.81]Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n[01:33.48]I puff a mad bag of buddha\n[01:35.35]Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n[01:37.11]I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n[01:38.73]I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n[01:40.81]Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n[01:43.77]What? This lil nigga is a mad stalker\n[01:45.99]Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya\n[01:48.89]If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get bucked\n[01:51.09]Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can suck\n[01:53.62]Buck is a killer, thrill a nigga like Manilla\n[01:56.43]I'm small but strong like that fucking gorilla\n[01:58.88]A crazy-ass nigga puttin Brooklyn on the map\n[02:01.45]I never gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that\n[02:04.24]I take no shit see, givin the Buck fifty\n[02:06.60]I even blew your bitch cuz your man tried to stick me\n[02:09.29](Chorus)\n[02:26.12](Verse Three: Tek)\n[02:30.28]Ahh shit, a personality split\n[02:31.95]And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit\n[02:35.42]A little bad-ass shorty with no remorse\n[02:37.72]I kill forties and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?\n[02:40.63]Another boom blew up the scene\n[02:42.39]throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team\n[02:45.77]G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the underground moves\n[02:48.25]There ain't no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it\n[02:50.84]Straight up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown\n[02:53.11]Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a FUCK now\n[02:55.95]Damn, just when you thought it was safe\n[02:58.30]to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to your face\n[03:00.98]Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for real\n[03:03.56]so I pack more steel lookin for the kill\n[03:06.18]Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the dread'll\n[03:08.54]pump lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said\n[03:11.18](Chorus)\n[03:32.02]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Smif‐N‐Wessun\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (feat. 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Better drop your mic and get to steppin\n  Before you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun\n\n  (Chorus: x4)\n\n  Load the clip, bust lead to the head\n  The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead\n\n  (Verse Two: Buckshot)\n\n  Real niggaz represent and don't die\n  Never dead like I said all we fuckin do is multiply\n  I puff a mad bag of buddha\n  Niggaz be like \"Yo who the shorty?\"\n  I'm bustin niggaz with my six-shooter\n  I get so much pussy my dick be in stitches\n  Red-boned or even fucked-up black Zulu bitches\n  What? 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Oh no\nJust cause you had low, see now I got dough\nAnd I'm paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone\nGrab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome\nSuckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do\nYes and low, from head to toe to let you know\n\nWho got the props? *bo!*\nWho got the props? *bo!*\n5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n\nI'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger\nBuckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega\nSmooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy\nWhen I swing an ep girls call me \"big pappy\"\nI used to play a game called \"Ring Around the Rosey\"\nBut now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me\nI'm sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush\nYou'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker\nCause I'm a set it off with one shot\nOne trigger, one nigga? heads drop\nDon't even try to play me out cause static\nBuckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic\nRip the set, my friend's mad tight\nCause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype\nStraight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I'm a let you know\n\nWho got the props? *bo!*\nWho got the props? *bo!*\n5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n\nOne, two, melody shows\nAnd before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing\nInto the stage of the Buckshot Shorty\nSon pass the boom, keep the top on the 40\nNever ever ever get played, KILL THAT\nBust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nElude the hook and, your whole beat's tookin'\nMust take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man\nBust my plan, it feeds back on my fam\nOnce I cruise, pay dues, I never lose\nWhen I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze\nBust a move, I get smooth like Roadie\nKick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me\nBooming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers\nBaggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper\nkeep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro\nAnd I'm a let you know...\n\nWho got the props? *bo!*\nWho got the props? *bo!*\n5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.55] Put up, what up, BO BO BO!\n[00:21.80] Suckers want to flow but they got no show\n[00:24.23] So I'm a grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned\n[00:27.14] Buckshot's the one that gets the job done\n[00:29.06] Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set\n[00:31.39] Get ready and jet, cause I'm a threat to your fret\n[00:33.88] No holds barred, and complete move fakers\n[00:36.20] Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her\n[00:38.69] If she's a crab I'm a diss her and slide\n[00:41.06] If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side\n[00:43.14] Word to God, here I come so make way\n[00:45.39] Rugged and rough, killing your set every day\n[00:47.69] Microphone check 1, 2, here we go\n[00:49.93] And I'm a let you know, who got the flow\n[00:52.30] Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon\n[00:54.76] Suckers keep stepping, so I'm a let you know\n[00:59.09] Who got the props? *bo!*\n[01:02.67] Who got the props? *bo!*\n[01:10.67] \n[01:15.19] 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n[01:16.94] One Mississippi, two mississippi\n[01:19.31] Sucker tried to diss me so I played him like a hippie from the 60's\n[01:22.21] But I'm a get paid from the 90's\n[01:24.19] Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie\n[01:26.21] Kicking flavor, with my life saver techniques\n[01:28.52] Guaranteed to move feets and I go on for weeks\n[01:30.90] Maybe years if my peers give me ears to fill\n[01:33.23] Lick off a shot and act ill, parlay and chill\n[01:35.65] See I paid my dues, now you can't tell me nothing\n[01:38.50] This is dedicated to the ones who kept fronting\n[01:40.72] The ones who tried to diss and play high? 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Oh no\n  Just cause you had low, see now I got dough\n  And I'm paid out my rectum, meaing my backbone\n  Grab the mic, flip a mad script to your dome\n  Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do\n  Yes and low, from head to toe to let you know\n\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n\n  I'm the rugged operator like Arnold Schwarzenegger\n  Buckshot quick to play your nigga like Sega\n  Smooth trigger-happy snappy, keep my hair nappy\n  When I swing an ep girls call me \"big pappy\"\n  I used to play a game called \"Ring Around the Rosey\"\n  But now I play the mic, that's why the whole world knows me\n  I'm sort of like a Chevy heavy when I bumrush\n  You'd better bring your whole damn crew or get your head crushed, sucker\n  Cause I'm a set it off with one shot\n  One trigger, one nigga? heads drop\n  Don't even try to play me out cause static\n  Buckshot Shorty, he sounds like an automatic\n  Rip the set, my friend's mad tight\n  Cause I rocks the mic and keeps the crowd hype\n  Straight from Bumrush, I crush and cause chaos yo, and I'm a let you know\n\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat 4x)\n\n  One, two, melody shows\n  And before I flip a script you know I must keep you dozing\n  Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty\n  Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40\n  Never ever ever get played, KILL THAT\n  Bust a mad cap in your back cause I'm all that\n  Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n  Elude the hook and, your whole beat's tookin'\n  Must take charge, bomb guard, I'm the man\n  Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam\n  Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose\n  When I break on fools, wake up, you don't snooze\n  Bust a move, I get smooth like Roadie\n  Kick it like the Four Horsemen, yeah you know me\n  Booming like a speaker with my 100 dollar sneakers\n  Baggy black jeans, knapsack, and my beeper\n  keep a fresh cut, never see me with a busted fro\n  And I'm a let you know...\n\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  Who got the props? *bo!*\n  5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot! *bo!* (Repeat)\n"},{"id":23111921,"name":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","trackName":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":163.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"buckshot shorty\nAheh yeah... yeah whattup?\nWelcome to flight black moon, we about to take you on a journey\nYeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth\nI'm your captain buckshot, my co-pilot is dj evil dee\nWe have s-w-n-d on deck\nWe about to take you about 31, 000 feet into the air\nWe'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so\nJust buckle up, enjoy your flight\none: buckshot shorty\nTo the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\nEach and every individual in sight\nLet my man jewel peep your style for your card\nThen i kick a and take a look at the god\nAiyyo god hit them brothers with a real quick\nAnd show em how you represent the boot camp clik\nYou know what they say about brothaz who screwface\nUpstate your knee be gettin laced, word life\nI ain't gonna bull, ask my man buff\nOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\nKid it's hot, word to ma duke\nAnd get the loot from the man at night from my timberland\nBuck with the shot that i bang with hang with\nGang hanger with the double-edged banger\nBoot camp clik's breakin your laws\nIf you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws\nI'ma bring it to your chest like wind\nThen fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within\nBut i'ma put it back so parlay\nTo the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\nbuckshot and dj evil dee\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down, buck em down\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down...\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down, buck em down\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down...\ntwo: buckshot shorty\nYeah they tell me chill when i kick it\nAlthough lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\nOr how i shot somebody in the mug\nWith the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\nYou couldn't tell me other word to mother\nWhen i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\nOn the corner out shootin the dice\nLayin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\nGq headin up to one-two-five\nPush up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\nI couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\nNow you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\nBuck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\nBut they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\nWord to the shell around my chest\nBig up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\nSo if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\nOr i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\nthree: buckshot shorty\nWhen i was in school i was the mack\nBuck was strapped with a lyrical contact\nKnapsack, filled with the gear that i g'd\nAnd a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed\nA mad little brotha runnin up on em all\nFly as hell, hit the park play the wall\nAnd all the older people sayin shorty's a bad-ass\nBut youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last\nThey knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda\nHit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya\nIn the nine-four it's all about the war\nNinety-give ninety-six boot camp clik is takin over\nIn nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn't wait\nTo get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state\nNow i'm the original head givin instructions\nThumpin with them brothaz beatminerz on productions\nWelcome to bucktown, u.s.a.\nWhere the weak, get they s--- ass played\n\nbuckshot shorty\nYeah, i like this\nYa know, this is hittin\nTo the lab, down in bucktown, hah\nI hope you enjoyed your flight\nWith black moon, word\nThis is how we do on the regular\nAnd umm, please come again\nWord, we out\n(wind parade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 163773\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  buckshot shorty\n  Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?\n  Welcome to flight black moon, we about to take you on a journey\n  Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth\n  I'm your captain buckshot, my co-pilot is dj evil dee\n  We have s-w-n-d on deck\n  We about to take you about 31, 000 feet into the air\n  We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so\n  Just buckle up, enjoy your flight\n  one: buckshot shorty\n  To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\n  Each and every individual in sight\n  Let my man jewel peep your style for your card\n  Then i kick a and take a look at the god\n  Aiyyo god hit them brothers with a real quick\n  And show em how you represent the boot camp clik\n  You know what they say about brothaz who screwface\n  Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life\n  I ain't gonna bull, ask my man buff\n  On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\n  Kid it's hot, word to ma duke\n  And get the loot from the man at night from my timberland\n  Buck with the shot that i bang with hang with\n  Gang hanger with the double-edged banger\n  Boot camp clik's breakin your laws\n  If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws\n  I'ma bring it to your chest like wind\n  Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within\n  But i'ma put it back so parlay\n  To the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\n  buckshot and dj evil dee\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down...\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down...\n  two: buckshot shorty\n  Yeah they tell me chill when i kick it\n  Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\n  Or how i shot somebody in the mug\n  With the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\n  You couldn't tell me other word to mother\n  When i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\n  On the corner out shootin the dice\n  Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\n  Gq headin up to one-two-five\n  Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\n  I couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\n  Now you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\n  Buck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\n  But they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\n  Word to the shell around my chest\n  Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\n  So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\n  Or i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\n  three: buckshot shorty\n  When i was in school i was the mack\n  Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact\n  Knapsack, filled with the gear that i g'd\n  And a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed\n  A mad little brotha runnin up on em all\n  Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall\n  And all the older people sayin shorty's a bad-ass\n  But youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last\n  They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda\n  Hit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya\n  In the nine-four it's all about the war\n  Ninety-give ninety-six boot camp clik is takin over\n  In nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn't wait\n  To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state\n  Now i'm the original head givin instructions\n  Thumpin with them brothaz beatminerz on productions\n  Welcome to bucktown, u.s.a.\n  Where the weak, get they s--- ass played\n\n  buckshot shorty\n  Yeah, i like this\n  Ya know, this is hittin\n  To the lab, down in bucktown, hah\n  I hope you enjoyed your flight\n  With black moon, word\n  This is how we do on the regular\n  And umm, please come again\n  Word, we out\n  (wind parade)\n"},{"id":11742791,"name":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","trackName":"Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"buckshot shorty\nAheh yeah... yeah whattup?\nWelcome to flight black moon, we about to take you on a journey\nYeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth\nI'm your captain buckshot, my co-pilot is dj evil dee\nWe have s-w-n-d on deck\nWe about to take you about 31, 000 feet into the air\nWe'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so\nJust buckle up, enjoy your flight\none: buckshot shorty\nTo the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\nEach and every individual in sight\nLet my man jewel peep your style for your card\nThen i kick a and take a look at the god\nAiyyo god hit them brothers with a real quick\nAnd show em how you represent the boot camp clik\nYou know what they say about brothaz who screwface\nUpstate your knee be gettin laced, word life\nI ain't gonna bull, ask my man buff\nOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\nKid it's hot, word to ma duke\nAnd get the loot from the man at night from my timberland\nBuck with the shot that i bang with hang with\nGang hanger with the double-edged banger\nBoot camp clik's breakin your laws\nIf you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws\nI'ma bring it to your chest like wind\nThen fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within\nBut i'ma put it back so parlay\nTo the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\nbuckshot and dj evil dee\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down, buck em down\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down...\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down, buck em down\nBuck em down! (wind parade)\nBuck em down, buck em down...\ntwo: buckshot shorty\nYeah they tell me chill when i kick it\nAlthough lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\nOr how i shot somebody in the mug\nWith the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\nYou couldn't tell me other word to mother\nWhen i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\nOn the corner out shootin the dice\nLayin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\nGq headin up to one-two-five\nPush up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\nI couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\nNow you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\nBuck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\nBut they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\nWord to the shell around my chest\nBig up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\nSo if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\nOr i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\nthree: buckshot shorty\nWhen i was in school i was the mack\nBuck was strapped with a lyrical contact\nKnapsack, filled with the gear that i g'd\nAnd a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed\nA mad little brotha runnin up on em all\nFly as hell, hit the park play the wall\nAnd all the older people sayin shorty's a bad-ass\nBut youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last\nThey knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda\nHit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya\nIn the nine-four it's all about the war\nNinety-give ninety-six boot camp clik is takin over\nIn nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn't wait\nTo get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state\nNow i'm the original head givin instructions\nThumpin with them brothaz beatminerz on productions\nWelcome to bucktown, u.s.a.\nWhere the weak, get they s--- ass played\n\nbuckshot shorty\nYeah, i like this\nYa know, this is hittin\nTo the lab, down in bucktown, hah\nI hope you enjoyed your flight\nWith black moon, word\nThis is how we do on the regular\nAnd umm, please come again\nWord, we out\n(wind parade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buck Em Down (Da Beatminerz remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  buckshot shorty\n  Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?\n  Welcome to flight black moon, we about to take you on a journey\n  Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smooth\n  I'm your captain buckshot, my co-pilot is dj evil dee\n  We have s-w-n-d on deck\n  We about to take you about 31, 000 feet into the air\n  We'll be cruising at a smooth altitude so\n  Just buckle up, enjoy your flight\n  one: buckshot shorty\n  To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life\n  Each and every individual in sight\n  Let my man jewel peep your style for your card\n  Then i kick a and take a look at the god\n  Aiyyo god hit them brothers with a real quick\n  And show em how you represent the boot camp clik\n  You know what they say about brothaz who screwface\n  Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life\n  I ain't gonna bull, ask my man buff\n  On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff\n  Kid it's hot, word to ma duke\n  And get the loot from the man at night from my timberland\n  Buck with the shot that i bang with hang with\n  Gang hanger with the double-edged banger\n  Boot camp clik's breakin your laws\n  If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws\n  I'ma bring it to your chest like wind\n  Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within\n  But i'ma put it back so parlay\n  To the weak in bucktown all we do everyday\n  buckshot and dj evil dee\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down...\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down\n  Buck em down! (wind parade)\n  Buck em down, buck em down...\n  two: buckshot shorty\n  Yeah they tell me chill when i kick it\n  Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the l's and how i lick it\n  Or how i shot somebody in the mug\n  With the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug\n  You couldn't tell me other word to mother\n  When i was fifteen runnin around i was a real street lover\n  On the corner out shootin the dice\n  Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist\n  Gq headin up to one-two-five\n  Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize\n  I couldn't get the time of day when i was little k\n  Now you call me buck so your lips wanna puck?\n  Buck to your head, i know your x amount of thoughts\n  But they call me buckshot, cause i take no shorts\n  Word to the shell around my chest\n  Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck\n  So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard\n  Or i'ma hit em up with the plastic\n\n  three: buckshot shorty\n  When i was in school i was the mack\n  Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact\n  Knapsack, filled with the gear that i g'd\n  And a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed\n  A mad little brotha runnin up on em all\n  Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall\n  And all the older people sayin shorty's a bad-ass\n  But youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last\n  They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda\n  Hit you in at least four years, so i came to split ya\n  In the nine-four it's all about the war\n  Ninety-give ninety-six boot camp clik is takin over\n  In nineteen-ninety-eight i couldn't wait\n  To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state\n  Now i'm the original head givin instructions\n  Thumpin with them brothaz beatminerz on productions\n  Welcome to bucktown, u.s.a.\n  Where the weak, get they s--- ass played\n\n  buckshot shorty\n  Yeah, i like this\n  Ya know, this is hittin\n  To the lab, down in bucktown, hah\n  I hope you enjoyed your flight\n  With black moon, word\n  This is how we do on the regular\n  And umm, please come again\n  Word, we out\n  (wind parade)\n"},{"id":22592783,"name":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","trackName":"U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)","artistName":"Black Moon","albumName":"Enta da Stage","duration":279.106667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n[ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\nWhat, here comes the muthafuckin 5\nPatch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n9-19, I believe\nWhen I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\nThen I call my man Reels\nThen we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\nAlways keep the nine cocked\nJust in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\nCaught a nigga from a chin\nNow his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n[ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\nWell, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\nBushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\nBack in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\nWanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\nGet the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\nLike my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\nI always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\nChill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\nNiggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\nMines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\nGirls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\nRip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\nBig Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\nNiggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\nWhen I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\nYou know the deal, nowadays shit is real\nKid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\nCause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\nFront on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\nPunk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\nA rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\nI'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\nI grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\nStompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\nLeavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\nA slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\nYou thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n[ VERSE 4: Tek ]\nI'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\nThree blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\nTimb boots flop as the l gets sparked\nPlay the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\nI've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\nBucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\nThe name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\nSmif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\nAnd I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\nIt's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\nTimberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\nYou gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\nYou pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\nSmif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n[ CHORUS (2X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n[ VERSE 5: Steele ]\nThese niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\nRunnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\nThe boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\nBring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\nBits and pieces when I release the boom\nThese type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\nNow I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\nI got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n[ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\nI've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\nLawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\nAbout the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\nNever hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\nStraight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\nMi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\nYou gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\nTaught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\nLet my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\nSide up and up, side up and up, black\nYo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\nThey ain't ready for that\nEverybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\nHey yo word up, kid\nThat's not that bullshit\nWord, hahaha\n\n[ CHORUS (4X) ]\nNow you the man, now you the man, now you the man\nNow you the man, now you the muthafuckin man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: U da Man (DJ Evil Dee remix)\n  artist: Black Moon\n  album: Enta da Stage\n  duration_ms: 279107\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  F/ Big Dru Ha, Havoc, Smif-N-Wessun\n  [ VERSE 1: 5ft. Excellerator ]\n  What, here comes the muthafuckin 5\n  Patch a crooked I, comin straight out of Bed-Stuy\n  9-19, I believe\n  When I wanna puff a mad l I got the dutch hidden in my sleeve\n  Then I call my man Reels\n  Then we start the El Dorados and pick us up a fat bag of drills\n  Always keep the nine cocked\n  Just in case a nigga feels an appetite for some nice lead lock\n  Caught a nigga from a chin\n  Now his ass is in, hit the preach cause he said it a sin\n\n  [ VERSE 2: Big Dru Ha ]\n  Well, it's the ill Caucasian, check the invasion\n  Bushwick to White Plains, the world in seven days and\n  Back in town with the Black Smif-N-Wessun persuasion\n  Wanna flex next, swing one, that's all she wrote\n  Get the point to the joint, now you're bendin for the soap\n  Like my bitch, fuck a bitch real quick, then I vanish\n  I always get the pussy cause I tell em that I'm Spanish\n  Chill, lay low, I'm throwin headcracks in celo\n  Niggaz losin dough so now they gots to bet a kilo\n  Mines for the takin, never fakin when I kick it\n  Girls be on my jock, they want a taste so they lick it\n  Rip it from the back, bust a nut in her crack\n  Big Dru Ha puffin lye and I'm out, black\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 3: Havoc ]\n  Niggaz regret it when they get wetted with the automatic weapons\n  When I walk the streets I pack a Tec for protection\n  You know the deal, nowadays shit is real\n  Kid, I had it up to here, muthafuckas better chill\n  Cause on the block, yes, kid, we get busy\n  Front on my crew and get bust open like a fuckin Philly\n  Punk muthafuckas on the mic get violated\n  A rhyme ain't a rhyme if it ain't crime-related\n  I'm bustin raps like a nigga bustin caps\n  I grab the mic, cock it back and kick the fuckin facts\n  Stompin niggaz out with my black Timbs\n  Leavin niggaz crippled with artificial limbs\n  A slug in the brain cause you tried to sham\n  You thought you was the man, you fuckin coward\n\n  [ VERSE 4: Tek ]\n  I'm with my ill niggaz troopin down Atlantic Av\n  Three blunts still plus there's weed in the stash\n  Timb boots flop as the l gets sparked\n  Play the (?) from the street, it's flames movin in the dark\n  I've had it up to here with y'all weak-ass rappers\n  Bucktown, home of the Originoo Gun Clappaz\n  The name's Smif-N-Wessun and we're representin lovely\n  Smif joins the forces if you punks try to rob me\n  And I got his back, leave your body lyin flat\n  It's time to knuckle up, guard your grill, fuck that\n  Timberlands bootin up the ass of A&R's\n  You gettin surgery tryin to cover up the scars\n  You pussy (?) bwoy, (?) watch where ya stand\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin, lettin you know who's the man\n\n  [ CHORUS (2X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n\n  [ VERSE 5: Steele ]\n  These niggaz is crazy, but I get real rough, no question\n  Runnin with Black Moon, representin Smif-N-Wessun\n  The boy's crazy, boys roll Mobb Deep\n  Bring in Havoc, so get dramatic and get splattered in a heartbeat\n  Bits and pieces when I release the boom\n  These type of tunes kept me consumed in a rubberroom\n  Now I rock with Buckshot, what the fuck, ock\n  I got nuff props so you can get the fat cock\n\n  [ VERSE 6: Buckshot Shorty ]\n  I've got 1, 2, 3, let me know if you're ready for me\n  Lawd, you must throw your hands upon the mic and let em know\n  About the flow when you rip and stick it cause you must get wicked\n  Never hesitate to (?) lyrical gangster, not lyrical prankster, see\n  Straight from the head of Buckshot hittin em real irie\n  Mi never come fi short, mi a-fi shoot upon di mic\n  You gwan fall like di Babylon on sight\n  Taught by my nigga Screwface how you shoe-lace\n  Let my nigga Bass tell me who take who place\n  Side up and up, side up and up, black\n  Yo chill, parlay, god, they ain't ready for that\n  They ain't ready for that\n  Everybody wan fly and get high but nobody wan die, why\n\n  Hey yo word up, kid\n  That's not that bullshit\n  Word, hahaha\n\n  [ CHORUS (4X) ]\n  Now you the man, now you the man, now you the man\n  Now you the man, now you the muthafuckin man\n"}]