[{"id":10535226,"name":"Whoop His Ass","trackName":"Whoop His Ass","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"The Chosen Few","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nYeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me\nAnd don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen\n\nI went from rags to riches, riches to rags\nOn my face & pocket to the one on gat\nFor the ones that be up back like anybody did it\nFronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it\nProlific hard-core shit I gotta spit it\nThe hardest admit it put my heart in it\nI ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes\nA few mill with an ill speedboat\nAnd I quote Buck ain't daily good\nFuck words, I spits shots till you feel good\nLove rap & I love mc-ing\nShit but still love killing every nigga in sight\nNo reason, we in duck season, watch out\nElmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out\nJack in box two shots pop out\nStill money on the dow pitch stock out\nIt's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G\nDon't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers\nWho wear chain tight collar\nBenz to Impalas\nFriends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love\nHip Hop like Big Poppa\nDog, Heh I know it's hard to see\nBut I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me\n\n(Rufus Blaq/Chorus)\nThat nigga on block slanging\nWhoop his ass\nTalking bout how he banging\nWhoop his ass\nNigga felt your girl ass\nWhoop his ass\nHe fronting on your cash\nWhoop his ass\nIf he get up in your face\nWhoop his ass\nPut him back in his place\nWhoop his ass\nDon't be playing with these niggas, man\nYou better Whoop his ass (repeat)\n\n(Steele & Tek)\nWho dem niggas over there (Steele)\nSome broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek)\nMan., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek)\nStop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek)\nSee we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele)\nPushing for you industry niggas no stopping this\n\n(Steele)\nBeen pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek)\nWe number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek)\nDo like it's easy want me, see me (Steele)\nFuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele)\nMy neck, My back (Tek)\nY'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek)\nMy neck, My back (Tek)\nSuck my dick & nut sack (Tek)\nBitch! (Tek)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nWho this flapping like he started something\nActing like you hard or something\nMan, listen you can sell drugs for life\nI'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\nAnd you that right anybody left goodnight\nRun you down your last sight is the headlight\nIn the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\nCause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\nUp the world like I saw your girl\nFuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\nI keep a mac by my dog precious\nSo I can bark & bite at the same time\nY'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\nKeep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\nSo I ain't to prove you nothing\nBut I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Buckshot)\n[00:00.87] Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me\n[00:04.42] And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen\n[00:06.76] I went from rags to riches, riches to rags\n[00:11.90] On my face & pocket to the one on gat\n[00:14.47] For the ones that be up back like anybody did it\n[00:17.33] Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it\n[00:19.67] Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it\n[00:22.36] The hardest admit it put my heart in it\n[00:24.61] I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes\n[00:27.59] A few mill with an ill speedboat\n[00:29.43] And I quote Buck ain't daily good\n[00:31.92] Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good\n[00:34.27] Love rap & I love mc-ing\n[00:36.72] Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight\n[00:39.53] No reason, we in duck season, watch out\n[00:42.44] Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out\n[00:44.93] Jack in box two shots pop out\n[00:47.29] Still money on the dow pitch stock out\n[00:49.79] It's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G\n[00:54.59] Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers\n[00:58.06] Who wear chain tight collar\n[00:59.96] Benz to Impalas\n[01:01.23] Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love\n[01:03.14] Hip Hop like Big Poppa\n[01:04.84] Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see\n[01:06.92] But I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me\n[01:09.47] (Rufus Blaq/Chorus)\n[01:10.08] That nigga on block slanging\n[01:11.30] Whoop his ass\n[01:12.54] Talking bout how he banging\n[01:13.80] Whoop his ass\n[01:15.08] Nigga felt your girl ass\n[01:16.37] Whoop his ass\n[01:17.57] He fronting on your cash\n[01:18.67] Whoop his ass\n[01:19.83] If he get up in your face\n[01:21.10] Whoop his ass\n[01:22.33] Put him back in his place\n[01:23.60] Whoop his ass\n[01:24.82] Don't be playing with these niggas, man\n[01:26.13] You better Whoop his ass (repeat)\n[01:29.74] (Steele & Tek)\n[01:29.94] Who dem niggas over there (Steele)\n[01:32.41] Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek)\n[01:34.76] Man., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek)\n[01:37.28] Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek)\n[01:39.66] See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele)\n[01:42.19] Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this\n[01:44.67] (Steele)\n[01:44.95] Been pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek)\n[01:47.68] We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek)\n[01:49.74] Do like it's easy want me, see me (Steele)\n[01:52.42] Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele)\n[01:54.92] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[01:57.28] Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek)\n[01:59.37] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[02:01.44] Suck my dick & nut sack (Tek)\n[02:04.36] Bitch! (Tek)\n[02:04.75] (Chorus)\n[02:24.74] (Buckshot)\n[02:24.90] Who this flapping like he started something\n[02:27.06] Acting like you hard or something\n[02:29.51] Man, listen you can sell drugs for life\n[02:31.87] I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\n[02:34.34] And you that right anybody left goodnight\n[02:36.98] Run you down your last sight is the headlight\n[02:39.81] In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\n[02:42.34] Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\n[02:44.82] Up the world like I saw your girl\n[02:47.11] Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\n[02:49.86] I keep a mac by my dog precious\n[02:51.76] So I can bark & bite at the same time\n[02:53.85] Y'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\n[02:56.91] Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\n[03:00.17] So I ain't to prove you nothing\n[03:02.22] But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n[03:04.59] (Chorus)\n[03:53.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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(Dirty)","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"And So-Bw-Whoop His Ass","duration":229.360417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit\n\n(Tek)\nI do what I do like I do for the hood\nPop tools pop jewels burn backwoods\nSlay dj's who think they untouchable\nRenegade never been afraid MC's get it too\nThe moral of the story is this\nI used to say get off but this time\nSuck my dick!\nI'm from BK home of Big and Aaliyah\nWatch how the pound of the four-fifth leave ya\n\n(Sean Price)\nI guess I'm back where I started\nOpen up for Buckshot and just rappin retarded\nI hate the life that I'm livin I need it\nDon't believe me ask my wife and my children\nSee I'm back on the street packin the heat\nRoyalty checks equal to crack in the street\nNiggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat\nI'm aight I'll be back week listen\nFrom day one I had bad start\nTo eat moms stole meat out the path mart\nI ain't playin I went from the prey to the street\nTo blazin heat to blazin heat to haze in street\nDid a couple of months and came home\nThought about what I did\nDid the same shit I ain't come back home\nNiggaz like \"why you done that homes?\"\n\"I don't know,(shit.fuck).I don't know\"\n\n(Buckshot)\nThe saga continues the motherfuckin drama continues\nBuck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main\ntopic\nWhats up with boot camp clik son?\nThey ain't knockin they ain't hot in\nAin't droppin the now topics\nBut listen nigga this is how I pop shit\nI don't mean Moet corks when the poet talks\nEvery line leave ya blind when the mind get lost\nRhymes are enforced with action\nCause everybody looking like\nIs they slackin, are they back in what's crackin?\nNigga I'm hip hop like the backspinnen\nNever change the fact that I did back then\n\n(Steele)\nWay before this all began\nBack when I wasn't rappin\nI was scrappin for ends\nStop crime started rhymin\nKnapsack and my tims\nChart climbin yall kind can get a ghat to ya ribs\nThere's a thin between what I rep and I live\nWhen you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid\nDon't let it get to the gun clappin and shit\nPlastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig\nI, make it so you won't get back to ya crib\nBreak ya wrist, never scratch you never wreck it again\nTake a risk never steal from Steele and Tek again\nTake the fifth, cock the hammer let it rest on ya chin\nMy dudes destine to win\nFuck ya thoughts\nWanna brawl dog my team the sports\nAnd so ya thinking I'm \"The One\" like Jet Li\nTest me Steele will leave you resting\n\n(Top Dog)\nI can't take this\nBlood boiling pressure rising\nOpen my eye's an we narrowed down to 7 guys\nAnd so you ask about the god DO\nI'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch\nYou think not I'm respected and feared around here\nAnd so I must prepared around here\nYou know everything that glitters ain't gold\nYou ho getting pimped by niggaz you don't know\nThat's whoa, watch out for cars that move slow\nWindows low\nI was taught by the best to do the one\nAnd gain control of this game\nAnd be sold not told And So\nI'ma rep for B-O-O-T C-A-M-P\nCause I'm Top D-O-G number 3\nYou know from the O.G.C.\nThat blow trees fuckin with them Cocoa B's\nWe OD's fuckin with them Cocoa B's\n\n(Buckshot)\nFuck everything you been told\nShit like Buck ain't never went gold\nHe never have a platinum hit\nHe on that underground backpack rappin shit\n\n(Tek)\nIf you for real than you know the deal\n\n(Steele)\nI do or I die and I never ran never will\n\n(Sean Price)\nAnd Sooo you still peepin my words\nWords that get niggaz locked up in 73rd\n\n(Top Dog)\nYou forgot who we are?\nHave you lost all your respect for my","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit\n[00:02.76] (Tek)\n[00:03.25] I do what I do like I do for the hood\n[00:05.91] Pop tools pop jewels burn backwoods\n[00:08.47] Slay dj's who think they untouchable\n[00:10.62] Renegade never been afraid MC's get it too\n[00:13.69] The moral of the story is this\n[00:16.13] I used to say get off but this time\n[00:17.83] Suck my dick!\n[00:18.67] I'm from BK home of Big and Aaliyah\n[00:21.59] Watch how the pound of the four-fifth leave ya\n[00:24.10] (Sean Price)\n[00:25.01] I guess I'm back where I started\n[00:27.02] Open up for Buckshot and just rappin retarded\n[00:29.62] I hate the life that I'm livin I need it\n[00:32.70] Don't believe me ask my wife and my children\n[00:35.19] See I'm back on the street packin the heat\n[00:38.16] Royalty checks equal to crack in the street\n[00:40.26] Niggaz like fuck crack Ruck rap to the beat\n[00:42.74] I'm aight I'll be back week listen\n[00:45.31] From day one I had bad start\n[00:47.07] To eat moms stole meat out the path mart\n[00:49.71] I ain't playin I went from the prey to the street\n[00:52.32] To blazin heat to blazin heat to haze in street\n[00:56.04] Did a couple of months and came home\n[00:58.04] Thought about what I did\n[00:59.31] Did the same shit I ain't come back home\n[01:01.25] Niggaz like \"why you done that homes?\"\n[01:03.28] \"I don't know,(shit.fuck).I don't know\"\n[01:06.73] (Buckshot)\n[01:07.56] The saga continues the motherfuckin drama continues\n[01:11.05] Buck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main\n[01:14.59] topic\n[01:15.12] Whats up with boot camp clik son?\n[01:17.27] They ain't knockin they ain't hot in\n[01:18.97] Ain't droppin the now topics\n[01:20.25] But listen nigga this is how I pop shit\n[01:22.46] I don't mean Moet corks when the poet talks\n[01:25.10] Every line leave ya blind when the mind get lost\n[01:27.67] Rhymes are enforced with action\n[01:29.33] Cause everybody looking like\n[01:30.70] Is they slackin, are they back in what's crackin?\n[01:33.67] Nigga I'm hip hop like the backspinnen\n[01:36.05] Never change the fact that I did back then\n[01:38.82] (Steele)\n[01:39.20] Way before this all began\n[01:41.15] Back when I wasn't rappin\n[01:42.61] I was scrappin for ends\n[01:43.87] Stop crime started rhymin\n[01:45.31] Knapsack and my tims\n[01:46.66] Chart climbin yall kind can get a ghat to ya ribs\n[01:48.88] There's a thin between what I rep and I live\n[01:51.59] When you violate mine I'm getting back at you kid\n[01:54.07] Don't let it get to the gun clappin and shit\n[01:56.90] Plastic wrap back smack you in the back of ya wig\n[01:59.63] I, make it so you won't get back to ya crib\n[02:02.21] Break ya wrist, never scratch you never wreck it again\n[02:04.61] Take a risk never steal from Steele and Tek again\n[02:07.38] Take the fifth, cock the hammer let it rest on ya chin\n[02:10.10] My dudes destine to win\n[02:11.85] Fuck ya thoughts\n[02:12.95] Wanna brawl dog my team the sports\n[02:15.55] And so ya thinking I'm \"The One\" like Jet Li\n[02:18.15] Test me Steele will leave you resting\n[02:21.08] (Top Dog)\n[02:21.32] I can't take this\n[02:22.52] Blood boiling pressure rising\n[02:23.83] Open my eye's an we narrowed down to 7 guys\n[02:26.28] And so you ask about the god DO\n[02:28.83] I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch\n[02:31.50] You think not I'm respected and feared around here\n[02:33.92] And so I must prepared around here\n[02:36.63] You know everything that glitters ain't gold\n[02:39.58] You ho getting pimped by niggaz you don't know\n[02:42.07] That's whoa, watch out for cars that move slow\n[02:44.75] Windows low\n[02:45.79] I was taught by the best to do the one\n[02:47.73] And gain control of this game\n[02:48.87] And be sold not told And So\n[02:50.26] I'ma rep for B-O-O-T C-A-M-P\n[02:54.05] Cause I'm Top D-O-G number 3\n[02:56.13] You know from the O.G.C.\n[02:57.85] That blow trees fuckin with them Cocoa B's\n[03:00.44] We OD's fuckin with them Cocoa B's\n[03:03.20] (Buckshot)\n[03:03.76] Fuck everything you been told\n[03:05.87] Shit like Buck ain't never went gold\n[03:08.71] He never have a platinum hit\n[03:11.38] He on that underground backpack rappin shit\n[03:13.85] (Tek)\n[03:14.21] If you for real than you know the deal\n[03:16.23] (Steele)\n[03:16.71] I do or I die and I never ran never will\n[03:18.87] (Sean Price)\n[03:19.29] And Sooo you still peepin my words\n[03:22.19] Words that get niggaz locked up in 73rd\n[03:24.19] (Top Dog)\n[03:24.82] You forgot who we are?\n[03:27.03] Have you lost all your respect for my\n[03:31.98] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: And So... 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Ass","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik, Rufus Blaq","albumName":"The Chosen Few","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Buckshot)\nYeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me\nAnd don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen\n\nI went from rags to riches, riches to rags\nOn my face & pocket to the one on gat\nFor the ones that be up back like anybody did it\nFronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it\nProlific hard-core shit I gotta spit it\nThe hardest admit it put my heart in it\nI ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes\nA few mill with an ill speedboat\nAnd I quote Buck ain't daily good\nFuck words, I spits shots till you feel good\nLove rap & I love mc-ing\nShit but still love killing every nigga in sight\nNo reason, we in duck season, watch out\nElmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out\nJack in box two shots pop out\nStill money on the dow pitch stock out\nIt's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G\nDon't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers\nWho wear chain tight collar\nBenz to Impalas\nFriends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love\nHip Hop like Big Poppa\nDog, Heh I know it's hard to see\nBut I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me\n\n(Rufus Blaq/Chorus)\nThat nigga on block slanging\nWhoop his ass\nTalking bout how he banging\nWhoop his ass\nNigga felt your girl ass\nWhoop his ass\nHe fronting on your cash\nWhoop his ass\nIf he get up in your face\nWhoop his ass\nPut him back in his place\nWhoop his ass\nDon't be playing with these niggas, man\nYou better Whoop his ass (repeat)\n\n(Steele & Tek)\nWho dem niggas over there (Steele)\nSome broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek)\nMan., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek)\nStop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek)\nSee we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele)\nPushing for you industry niggas no stopping this\n\n(Steele)\nBeen pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek)\nWe number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek)\nDo like it's easy want me, see me (Steele)\nFuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele)\nMy neck, My back (Tek)\nY'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek)\nMy neck, My back (Tek)\nSuck my dick & nut sack (Tek)\nBitch! (Tek)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nWho this flapping like he started something\nActing like you hard or something\nMan, listen you can sell drugs for life\nI'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\nAnd you that right anybody left goodnight\nRun you down your last sight is the headlight\nIn the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\nCause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\nUp the world like I saw your girl\nFuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\nI keep a mac by my dog precious\nSo I can bark & bite at the same time\nY'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\nKeep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\nSo I ain't to prove you nothing\nBut I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Buckshot)\n[00:00.87] Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me\n[00:04.42] And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen\n[00:06.76] I went from rags to riches, riches to rags\n[00:11.90] On my face & pocket to the one on gat\n[00:14.47] For the ones that be up back like anybody did it\n[00:17.33] Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it\n[00:19.67] Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it\n[00:22.36] The hardest admit it put my heart in it\n[00:24.61] I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes\n[00:27.59] A few mill with an ill speedboat\n[00:29.43] And I quote Buck ain't daily good\n[00:31.92] Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good\n[00:34.27] Love rap & I love mc-ing\n[00:36.72] Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight\n[00:39.53] No reason, we in duck season, watch out\n[00:42.44] Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out\n[00:44.93] Jack in box two shots pop out\n[00:47.29] Still money on the dow pitch stock out\n[00:49.79] It's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G\n[00:54.59] Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers\n[00:58.06] Who wear chain tight collar\n[00:59.96] Benz to Impalas\n[01:01.23] Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love\n[01:03.14] Hip Hop like Big Poppa\n[01:04.84] Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see\n[01:06.92] But I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me\n[01:09.47] (Rufus Blaq/Chorus)\n[01:10.08] That nigga on block slanging\n[01:11.30] Whoop his ass\n[01:12.54] Talking bout how he banging\n[01:13.80] Whoop his ass\n[01:15.08] Nigga felt your girl ass\n[01:16.37] Whoop his ass\n[01:17.57] He fronting on your cash\n[01:18.67] Whoop his ass\n[01:19.83] If he get up in your face\n[01:21.10] Whoop his ass\n[01:22.33] Put him back in his place\n[01:23.60] Whoop his ass\n[01:24.82] Don't be playing with these niggas, man\n[01:26.13] You better Whoop his ass (repeat)\n[01:29.74] (Steele & Tek)\n[01:29.94] Who dem niggas over there (Steele)\n[01:32.41] Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek)\n[01:34.76] Man., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek)\n[01:37.28] Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek)\n[01:39.66] See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele)\n[01:42.19] Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this\n[01:44.67] (Steele)\n[01:44.95] Been pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek)\n[01:47.68] We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek)\n[01:49.74] Do like it's easy want me, see me (Steele)\n[01:52.42] Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele)\n[01:54.92] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[01:57.28] Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek)\n[01:59.37] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[02:01.44] Suck my dick & nut sack (Tek)\n[02:04.36] Bitch! (Tek)\n[02:04.75] (Chorus)\n[02:24.74] (Buckshot)\n[02:24.90] Who this flapping like he started something\n[02:27.06] Acting like you hard or something\n[02:29.51] Man, listen you can sell drugs for life\n[02:31.87] I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\n[02:34.34] And you that right anybody left goodnight\n[02:36.98] Run you down your last sight is the headlight\n[02:39.81] In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\n[02:42.34] Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\n[02:44.82] Up the world like I saw your girl\n[02:47.11] Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\n[02:49.86] I keep a mac by my dog precious\n[02:51.76] So I can bark & bite at the same time\n[02:53.85] Y'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\n[02:56.91] Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\n[03:00.17] So I ain't to prove you nothing\n[03:02.22] But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n[03:04.59] (Chorus)\n[03:53.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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(Tek)\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Buckshot)\nWho this flapping like he started something\nActing like you hard or something\nMan, listen you can sell drugs for life\nI'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\nAnd you that right anybody left goodnight\nRun you down your last sight is the headlight\nIn the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\nCause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\nUp the world like I saw your girl\nFuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\nI keep a mac by my dog precious\nSo I can bark & bite at the same time\nY'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\nKeep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\nSo I ain't to prove you nothing\nBut I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.22] (Buckshot)\n[00:00.87] Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me\n[00:04.42] And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen\n[00:06.76] I went from rags to riches, riches to rags\n[00:11.90] On my face & pocket to the one on gat\n[00:14.47] For the ones that be up back like anybody did it\n[00:17.33] Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it\n[00:19.67] Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it\n[00:22.36] The hardest admit it put my heart in it\n[00:24.61] I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes\n[00:27.59] A few mill with an ill speedboat\n[00:29.43] And I quote Buck ain't daily good\n[00:31.92] Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good\n[00:34.27] Love rap & I love mc-ing\n[00:36.72] Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight\n[00:39.53] No reason, we in duck season, watch out\n[00:42.44] Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out\n[00:44.93] Jack in box two shots pop out\n[00:47.29] Still money on the dow pitch stock out\n[00:49.79] It's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G\n[00:54.59] Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers\n[00:58.06] Who wear chain tight collar\n[00:59.96] Benz to Impalas\n[01:01.23] Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love\n[01:03.14] Hip Hop like Big Poppa\n[01:04.84] Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see\n[01:06.92] But I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me\n[01:09.47] (Rufus Blaq/Chorus)\n[01:10.08] That nigga on block slanging\n[01:11.30] Whoop his ass\n[01:12.54] Talking bout how he banging\n[01:13.80] Whoop his ass\n[01:15.08] Nigga felt your girl ass\n[01:16.37] Whoop his ass\n[01:17.57] He fronting on your cash\n[01:18.67] Whoop his ass\n[01:19.83] If he get up in your face\n[01:21.10] Whoop his ass\n[01:22.33] Put him back in his place\n[01:23.60] Whoop his ass\n[01:24.82] Don't be playing with these niggas, man\n[01:26.13] You better Whoop his ass (repeat)\n[01:29.74] (Steele & Tek)\n[01:29.94] Who dem niggas over there (Steele)\n[01:32.41] Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared (Tek)\n[01:34.76] Man., get that thang what he moving onions (Tek)\n[01:37.28] Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging (Tek)\n[01:39.66] See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies (Steele)\n[01:42.19] Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this\n[01:44.67] (Steele)\n[01:44.95] Been pissing whores before R.Kezzy (Tek)\n[01:47.68] We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy (Tek)\n[01:49.74] Do like it's easy want me, see me (Steele)\n[01:52.42] Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy (Steele)\n[01:54.92] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[01:57.28] Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack (Tek)\n[01:59.37] My neck, My back (Tek)\n[02:01.44] Suck my dick & nut sack (Tek)\n[02:04.36] Bitch! (Tek)\n[02:04.75] (Chorus)\n[02:24.74] (Buckshot)\n[02:24.90] Who this flapping like he started something\n[02:27.06] Acting like you hard or something\n[02:29.51] Man, listen you can sell drugs for life\n[02:31.87] I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life\n[02:34.34] And you that right anybody left goodnight\n[02:36.98] Run you down your last sight is the headlight\n[02:39.81] In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo\n[02:42.34] Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so\n[02:44.82] Up the world like I saw your girl\n[02:47.11] Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl\n[02:49.86] I keep a mac by my dog precious\n[02:51.76] So I can bark & bite at the same time\n[02:53.85] Y'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out\n[02:56.91] Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt\n[03:00.17] So I ain't to prove you nothing\n[03:02.22] But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting\n[03:04.59] (Chorus)\n[03:53.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whoop His Ass Ft. 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Rufus Blaq","artistName":"The Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"The Chosen Few","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nThis one's for all you motherfuckers who be dissin' me\nAnd don't think I'm listenin'\nWell I'm listenin'\nHuh, you listen\n\nI went from rags to riches, riches to rags\nOn my face, in my pocket, and the one on my gat\nIs for the one's that be up in the back like anybody did it\nFrontin' like fake digits, look, can y'all get it?\nProlific hardcore shit, I gotta spit it\nThe hardest admit it, put my heart in it\nI ain't tryna see broke, all I wanna do is see notes\nA few mil' with an ill speedboat\nAnd I quote, \"Buck ain't really good\"\nFuck word, that's Big Shotz and you feel me good\nLove rap and I love emceein'\nShit, but I love killin' every nigga in sight with no reason\nWe in duck season, watch out\nElmer Buck smoke the fudge, pull the Glock out\nJack in the box, two shots pop out\nStill got money on the dial, clear stock out\nIt's Duck Down, I-N-C\nFor niggas who be D-I-C-K, ridin' I-N-G\nDon't hate, just holla and you can follow\nPitbulls and Rottweilers who wear chains like collars\nBenz to Impalas, friends who just gotta grab\nThey dick 'cause they love hip-hop like Big Poppa\nDog, huh, I know it's hard to see\nBut I'ma whoop your ass, my squad and me\n\nThat nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\nTalkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\nThat nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\nIf he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\nIf he get up in your face, whoop his ass\nPut him back in his place, whoop his ass\nDon't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\nYou better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass\n\nWho them niggas over there?\nSome broke dudes frontin', thinkin' we scared\nMan, get that thing, what he movin', onions?\nStop playin', I'll show you how to do this, youngin\nSee, we 'bout biz, feed the kids, no politics\nPush up on you industry niggas, no apologies\nBeen pissin' on horrors before our kizzy\nWe number one stunnas like Baby and Weezy\nDo it like it's easy, want me, see me\nFuck talkin', we squeezin', my niggas greasy\nListen, my neck, my back\nY'all ain't gonna like this head crack\nMy neck, my back\nSuck my dick and nut sack, bitch\n\nThat nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\nTalkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\nThat nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\nIf he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\nIf he get up in your face, whoop his ass\nPut him back in his place, whoop his ass\nDon't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\nYou better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass\n\nWho this flappin' like he startin' somethin'?\nActin' like you hard or somethin'\nMan listen, you could sell drugs for life\nI'm a hitman for hire, sell slugs for life\nAnd do that right, anybody left, good night\nRun you down, your last sight is the headlight\nThen the halo, niggas better watch what they say though\n'Cause I don't play no, bet bro, okay so\nUp the world like I saw up your girl\nUp yours, I throw up Crohill, you throw up Earl\nI keep a MAC by my dog Precious\nSo I can bark and bite at the same time, y'all test us\nI spaz out, pants low but never ass out\nKeep a gun and be the first one to pull the grass out\nNo doubt, so I ain't gotta prove to you nothin'\nBut I can prove one thing and that's your crew ain't frontin'\n\nThat nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\nTalkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\nThat nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\nIf he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\nIf he get up in your face, whoop his ass\nPut him back in his place, whoop his ass\nDon't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\nYou better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Whoop His Ass Ft. Rufus Blaq\n  artist: The Boot Camp Clik\n  album: The Chosen Few\n  duration_ms: 245447\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  This one's for all you motherfuckers who be dissin' me\n  And don't think I'm listenin'\n  Well I'm listenin'\n  Huh, you listen\n\n  I went from rags to riches, riches to rags\n  On my face, in my pocket, and the one on my gat\n  Is for the one's that be up in the back like anybody did it\n  Frontin' like fake digits, look, can y'all get it?\n  Prolific hardcore shit, I gotta spit it\n  The hardest admit it, put my heart in it\n  I ain't tryna see broke, all I wanna do is see notes\n  A few mil' with an ill speedboat\n  And I quote, \"Buck ain't really good\"\n  Fuck word, that's Big Shotz and you feel me good\n  Love rap and I love emceein'\n  Shit, but I love killin' every nigga in sight with no reason\n  We in duck season, watch out\n  Elmer Buck smoke the fudge, pull the Glock out\n  Jack in the box, two shots pop out\n  Still got money on the dial, clear stock out\n  It's Duck Down, I-N-C\n  For niggas who be D-I-C-K, ridin' I-N-G\n  Don't hate, just holla and you can follow\n  Pitbulls and Rottweilers who wear chains like collars\n  Benz to Impalas, friends who just gotta grab\n  They dick 'cause they love hip-hop like Big Poppa\n  Dog, huh, I know it's hard to see\n  But I'ma whoop your ass, my squad and me\n\n  That nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\n  Talkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\n  That nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\n  If he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\n  If he get up in your face, whoop his ass\n  Put him back in his place, whoop his ass\n  Don't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\n  You better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass\n\n  Who them niggas over there?\n  Some broke dudes frontin', thinkin' we scared\n  Man, get that thing, what he movin', onions?\n  Stop playin', I'll show you how to do this, youngin\n  See, we 'bout biz, feed the kids, no politics\n  Push up on you industry niggas, no apologies\n  Been pissin' on horrors before our kizzy\n  We number one stunnas like Baby and Weezy\n  Do it like it's easy, want me, see me\n  Fuck talkin', we squeezin', my niggas greasy\n  Listen, my neck, my back\n  Y'all ain't gonna like this head crack\n  My neck, my back\n  Suck my dick and nut sack, bitch\n\n  That nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\n  Talkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\n  That nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\n  If he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\n  If he get up in your face, whoop his ass\n  Put him back in his place, whoop his ass\n  Don't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\n  You better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass\n\n  Who this flappin' like he startin' somethin'?\n  Actin' like you hard or somethin'\n  Man listen, you could sell drugs for life\n  I'm a hitman for hire, sell slugs for life\n  And do that right, anybody left, good night\n  Run you down, your last sight is the headlight\n  Then the halo, niggas better watch what they say though\n  'Cause I don't play no, bet bro, okay so\n  Up the world like I saw up your girl\n  Up yours, I throw up Crohill, you throw up Earl\n  I keep a MAC by my dog Precious\n  So I can bark and bite at the same time, y'all test us\n  I spaz out, pants low but never ass out\n  Keep a gun and be the first one to pull the grass out\n  No doubt, so I ain't gotta prove to you nothin'\n  But I can prove one thing and that's your crew ain't frontin'\n\n  That nigga on your block slangin', whoop his ass\n  Talkin' 'bout how he bangin', whoop his ass\n  That nigga felt your girl ass, whoop his ass\n  If he frontin' on your cash, whoop his ass\n  If he get up in your face, whoop his ass\n  Put him back in his place, whoop his ass\n  Don't be playin' with these niggas, mayne, whoop his ass\n  You better whoop his ass, you better whoop his ass\n"}]