[{"id":34675164,"name":"Deadly Zone (instrumental)","trackName":"Deadly Zone (instrumental)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Deadly Zone","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n?\nM O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\nM O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nothin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin' bloodied up in the Six\nFlee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (instrumental)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Deadly Zone\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  ?\n  M O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n  M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nothin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin' bloodied up in the Six\n  Flee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  ?\n"},{"id":34675167,"name":"Deadly Zone (a cappella)","trackName":"Deadly Zone (a cappella)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Deadly Zone","duration":287.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aha, aha\nI saw these fools try to get around\nTryin' to let me down and all dem, huh\nBut I got an easier way to let them drown\nWith these guns of Navarone, I shall shoot them like Al Capone\nTake them to the zones of bones\nLike that\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\nMe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\n\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nYo, dun, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, holmes\n\nWrong nigga for threats, long nigga with long chrome\nOr we can dance 'til one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' with good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dun\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\nTo the floor actin' like you goin' to war\n\nNow you fucked up, become a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule with an iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often while you be walkin'\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner?\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan, the minute you slip a dose, that's your ass, nigga\n\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nThem shoulda known when Scare Dem rockin' out\nBig guns poppin' out, niggas get smoked out\n\nEyewitnesses, keep your motherfuckin' mouth\nYou next we'll pronounce when these guns announce\nGunshot them get by the gram and the ounce\nAmount them get, I couldn't count, but it was a large amount\nThis is where the road's end, it is a roundabout\nMake any funny approach, Mobb Deep a gun dem out\nBad man dem boy want out\nTell them a Scare Dem and we ain't scout\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nShoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nOne bag of talkin', that is not appropriate\nStep up on your turf and we boom dem like the Soviet\nThem and dem associate, remind themself, them don't forget\nScare Dem, we a the best, not a shit we no take\nHow they fi diss the intellect? Run dem errywhere fi intercept\nBlock the land from right to left\nMobb Deep attack them next\nBefore dishonor is dealt\nCouldn't live all of them disrespect\nWell\n\nDem stepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\n\nAnd try to let me down (M-O-B-B D-E-E-P)\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone (D-E-E-P, we're Bounty Killaz)\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nYo, it's like this, dun\nAyo, cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let 'em know how real this is\n\nM-O-B-B D-double-E-P\nWe're Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep it real like this\nFrom Q-U-double-E-N-S\nMy bomb borough, 'til the day of my death\nWhether it's shit I been in\n\nRunnin' down the block, sprayin' shots with the Linden\n\nListen, we all been through action\nYou know the last man blastin' is the last man standin'\nPack shit longer than Van Wyck\nNeither the Jakes or the snakes gon' stop it\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun runners spit like lungies\nDummies, still nothin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell\nThese are slugs, somethin' you feel\nA gun runner, nigga, for real, nigga\n\nYo, hear my gat blow, make a spin out\nCrack the axle of that brand new six\nThat you couldn't seem to whip, empty the clip\n\nMake sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin' bloodied up in the six\n\nFlee the front line, dismantle gat, then bounce\nTo watch the twelve o'clock news to hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nWe runnin' the streets, you don't want no problem with us\n\nEvery day is like Fourth of July to us\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you find in my clutch\nInterfere with the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull-fledged like Ra, let 'em know the ledge\nWhile you slippin' off the edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' them legs like guns when I'm cockin' to spray\nPop in your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n\nWell\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (a cappella)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Deadly Zone\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aha, aha\n  I saw these fools try to get around\n  Tryin' to let me down and all dem, huh\n  But I got an easier way to let them drown\n  With these guns of Navarone, I shall shoot them like Al Capone\n  Take them to the zones of bones\n  Like that\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n  Me shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Yo, dun, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, holmes\n\n  Wrong nigga for threats, long nigga with long chrome\n  Or we can dance 'til one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' with good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dun\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n  To the floor actin' like you goin' to war\n\n  Now you fucked up, become a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule with an iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often while you be walkin'\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner?\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man, the minute you slip a dose, that's your ass, nigga\n\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Them shoulda known when Scare Dem rockin' out\n  Big guns poppin' out, niggas get smoked out\n\n  Eyewitnesses, keep your motherfuckin' mouth\n  You next we'll pronounce when these guns announce\n  Gunshot them get by the gram and the ounce\n  Amount them get, I couldn't count, but it was a large amount\n  This is where the road's end, it is a roundabout\n  Make any funny approach, Mobb Deep a gun dem out\n  Bad man dem boy want out\n  Tell them a Scare Dem and we ain't scout\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  Shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  One bag of talkin', that is not appropriate\n  Step up on your turf and we boom dem like the Soviet\n  Them and dem associate, remind themself, them don't forget\n  Scare Dem, we a the best, not a shit we no take\n  How they fi diss the intellect? Run dem errywhere fi intercept\n  Block the land from right to left\n  Mobb Deep attack them next\n  Before dishonor is dealt\n  Couldn't live all of them disrespect\n  Well\n\n  Dem stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n\n  And try to let me down (M-O-B-B D-E-E-P)\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone (D-E-E-P, we're Bounty Killaz)\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Yo, it's like this, dun\n  Ayo, cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let 'em know how real this is\n\n  M-O-B-B D-double-E-P\n  We're Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep it real like this\n  From Q-U-double-E-N-S\n  My bomb borough, 'til the day of my death\n  Whether it's shit I been in\n\n  Runnin' down the block, sprayin' shots with the Linden\n\n  Listen, we all been through action\n  You know the last man blastin' is the last man standin'\n  Pack shit longer than Van Wyck\n  Neither the Jakes or the snakes gon' stop it\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun runners spit like lungies\n  Dummies, still nothin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell\n  These are slugs, somethin' you feel\n  A gun runner, nigga, for real, nigga\n\n  Yo, hear my gat blow, make a spin out\n  Crack the axle of that brand new six\n  That you couldn't seem to whip, empty the clip\n\n  Make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin' bloodied up in the six\n\n  Flee the front line, dismantle gat, then bounce\n  To watch the twelve o'clock news to hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  We runnin' the streets, you don't want no problem with us\n\n  Every day is like Fourth of July to us\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you find in my clutch\n  Interfere with the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full-fledged like Ra, let 'em know the ledge\n  While you slippin' off the edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' them legs like guns when I'm cockin' to spray\n  Pop in your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n\n  Well\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n"},{"id":19402507,"name":"Deadly Zone [Instrumental]","trackName":"Deadly Zone [Instrumental]","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Deadly Zone - EP","duration":301.975542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n?\nM O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\nM O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nothin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin' bloodied up in the Six\nFlee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone [Instrumental]\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Deadly Zone - EP\n  duration_ms: 301976\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  ?\n  M O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n  M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nothin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin' bloodied up in the Six\n  Flee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  ?\n"},{"id":23794428,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd","albumName":"Deadly Zone","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd\n  album: Deadly Zone\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":21954879,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd","albumName":"Deadly Zone","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd\n  album: Deadly Zone\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":21954881,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd","albumName":"Deadly Zone","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Big Noyd\n  album: Deadly Zone\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":28219312,"name":"Deadly Zone (feat. 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Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Bounty Killer: Next Millennium","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: 'Bounty Killer: Next Millennium'\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":10181164,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin’ Noyd","albumName":"Bounty Killer: Next Millennium","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin’ Noyd\n  album: 'Bounty Killer: Next Millennium'\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":32150589,"name":"Deadly Zone (Acapella)","trackName":"Deadly Zone (Acapella)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Deadly Zone Ft. Mobb Deep & Big Noyd (CDS)","duration":285.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aha, aha\nI saw these fools try to get around\nTryin' to let me down and all dem, huh\nBut I got an easier way to let them drown\nWith these guns of Navarone, I shall shoot them like Al Capone\nTake them to the zones of bones\nLike that\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\nMe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\n\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nYo, dun, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, holmes\n\nWrong nigga for threats, long nigga with long chrome\nOr we can dance 'til one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' with good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dun\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\nTo the floor actin' like you goin' to war\n\nNow you fucked up, become a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule with an iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often while you be walkin'\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner?\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan, the minute you slip a dose, that's your ass, nigga\n\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nThem shoulda known when Scare Dem rockin' out\nBig guns poppin' out, niggas get smoked out\n\nEyewitnesses, keep your motherfuckin' mouth\nYou next we'll pronounce when these guns announce\nGunshot them get by the gram and the ounce\nAmount them get, I couldn't count, but it was a large amount\nThis is where the road's end, it is a roundabout\nMake any funny approach, Mobb Deep a gun dem out\nBad man dem boy want out\nTell them a Scare Dem and we ain't scout\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nShoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nOne bag of talkin', that is not appropriate\nStep up on your turf and we boom dem like the Soviet\nThem and dem associate, remind themself, them don't forget\nScare Dem, we a the best, not a shit we no take\nHow they fi diss the intellect? Run dem errywhere fi intercept\nBlock the land from right to left\nMobb Deep attack them next\nBefore dishonor is dealt\nCouldn't live all of them disrespect\nWell\n\nDem stepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\n\nAnd try to let me down (M-O-B-B D-E-E-P)\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone (D-E-E-P, we're Bounty Killaz)\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nYo, it's like this, dun\nAyo, cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let 'em know how real this is\n\nM-O-B-B D-double-E-P\nWe're Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep it real like this\nFrom Q-U-double-E-N-S\nMy bomb borough, 'til the day of my death\nWhether it's shit I been in\n\nRunnin' down the block, sprayin' shots with the Linden\n\nListen, we all been through action\nYou know the last man blastin' is the last man standin'\nPack shit longer than Van Wyck\nNeither the Jakes or the snakes gon' stop it\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun runners spit like lungies\nDummies, still nothin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell\nThese are slugs, somethin' you feel\nA gun runner, nigga, for real, nigga\n\nYo, hear my gat blow, make a spin out\nCrack the axle of that brand new six\nThat you couldn't seem to whip, empty the clip\n\nMake sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin' bloodied up in the six\n\nFlee the front line, dismantle gat, then bounce\nTo watch the twelve o'clock news to hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nWe runnin' the streets, you don't want no problem with us\n\nEvery day is like Fourth of July to us\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you find in my clutch\nInterfere with the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull-fledged like Ra, let 'em know the ledge\nWhile you slippin' off the edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' them legs like guns when I'm cockin' to spray\nPop in your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n\nWell\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell\n\nStepping on a deadly zone\nAgainst the killer on your own\n\nWe shoot them like Al Capone\nWith guns of Navarone\nSome try to reach around\nAnd try to let me down\nA quicker way to make them drown\nA step up in a deadly zone\nBad man dem boy waan clown\nTell them, it's gun down before showdown\nWell","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (Acapella)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Deadly Zone Ft. Mobb Deep & Big Noyd (CDS)\n  duration_ms: 285000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aha, aha\n  I saw these fools try to get around\n  Tryin' to let me down and all dem, huh\n  But I got an easier way to let them drown\n  With these guns of Navarone, I shall shoot them like Al Capone\n  Take them to the zones of bones\n  Like that\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n  Me shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Yo, dun, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, holmes\n\n  Wrong nigga for threats, long nigga with long chrome\n  Or we can dance 'til one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' with good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dun\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n  To the floor actin' like you goin' to war\n\n  Now you fucked up, become a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule with an iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often while you be walkin'\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner?\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man, the minute you slip a dose, that's your ass, nigga\n\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Them shoulda known when Scare Dem rockin' out\n  Big guns poppin' out, niggas get smoked out\n\n  Eyewitnesses, keep your motherfuckin' mouth\n  You next we'll pronounce when these guns announce\n  Gunshot them get by the gram and the ounce\n  Amount them get, I couldn't count, but it was a large amount\n  This is where the road's end, it is a roundabout\n  Make any funny approach, Mobb Deep a gun dem out\n  Bad man dem boy want out\n  Tell them a Scare Dem and we ain't scout\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  Shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  One bag of talkin', that is not appropriate\n  Step up on your turf and we boom dem like the Soviet\n  Them and dem associate, remind themself, them don't forget\n  Scare Dem, we a the best, not a shit we no take\n  How they fi diss the intellect? Run dem errywhere fi intercept\n  Block the land from right to left\n  Mobb Deep attack them next\n  Before dishonor is dealt\n  Couldn't live all of them disrespect\n  Well\n\n  Dem stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n\n  And try to let me down (M-O-B-B D-E-E-P)\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone (D-E-E-P, we're Bounty Killaz)\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Yo, it's like this, dun\n  Ayo, cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let 'em know how real this is\n\n  M-O-B-B D-double-E-P\n  We're Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep it real like this\n  From Q-U-double-E-N-S\n  My bomb borough, 'til the day of my death\n  Whether it's shit I been in\n\n  Runnin' down the block, sprayin' shots with the Linden\n\n  Listen, we all been through action\n  You know the last man blastin' is the last man standin'\n  Pack shit longer than Van Wyck\n  Neither the Jakes or the snakes gon' stop it\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun runners spit like lungies\n  Dummies, still nothin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell\n  These are slugs, somethin' you feel\n  A gun runner, nigga, for real, nigga\n\n  Yo, hear my gat blow, make a spin out\n  Crack the axle of that brand new six\n  That you couldn't seem to whip, empty the clip\n\n  Make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin' bloodied up in the six\n\n  Flee the front line, dismantle gat, then bounce\n  To watch the twelve o'clock news to hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  We runnin' the streets, you don't want no problem with us\n\n  Every day is like Fourth of July to us\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you find in my clutch\n  Interfere with the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full-fledged like Ra, let 'em know the ledge\n  While you slippin' off the edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' them legs like guns when I'm cockin' to spray\n  Pop in your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n\n  Well\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n\n  Stepping on a deadly zone\n  Against the killer on your own\n\n  We shoot them like Al Capone\n  With guns of Navarone\n  Some try to reach around\n  And try to let me down\n  A quicker way to make them drown\n  A step up in a deadly zone\n  Bad man dem boy waan clown\n  Tell them, it's gun down before showdown\n  Well\n"},{"id":27790009,"name":"Deadly Zone (Instrumental)","trackName":"Deadly Zone (Instrumental)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Deadly Zone Ft. Mobb Deep & Big Noyd (CDS)","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n?\nM O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\nM O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nothin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin' bloodied up in the Six\nFlee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (Instrumental)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Deadly Zone Ft. Mobb Deep & Big Noyd (CDS)\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, y'all niggas keep tryin' hard\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  ?\n  M O be be dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n  M O be be, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q you double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nothin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin' bloodied up in the Six\n  Flee the front line, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  ?\n"},{"id":37401126,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer Feat. Mobb Deep&","albumName":"Blade Soundtrack","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer Feat. Mobb Deep&\n  album: Blade Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 300304\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":29656119,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade [Original Soundtrack]","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd\n  album: Blade [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 279000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":31381238,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade Soundtrack","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd\n  album: Blade Soundtrack\n  duration_ms: 169000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":21330916,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer\u0000Mobb Deep\u0000Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade [Original Soundtrack]","duration":300.199184,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: \"Bounty Killer\\0Mobb Deep\\0Rappin' Noyd\"\n  album: Blade [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 300199\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":26548456,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture","duration":299.8922,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd\n  album: 'Blade: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture'\n  duration_ms: 299892\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":26963291,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Next Millennium","duration":299.987375,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd\n  album: Next Millennium\n  duration_ms: 299987\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":39283603,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade [Original Soundtrack]","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer/Mobb Deep/Rappin' Noyd\n  album: Blade [Original Soundtrack]\n  duration_ms: 169122\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":27542437,"name":"Deadly Zone (feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd)","trackName":"Deadly Zone (feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd)","artistName":"Bounty Killer","albumName":"Blade","duration":300.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone (feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd)\n  artist: Bounty Killer\n  album: Blade\n  duration_ms: 300267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":7542411,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd","albumName":"Blade","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer feat. Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd\n  album: Blade\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"},{"id":9291907,"name":"Deadly Zone","trackName":"Deadly Zone","artistName":"Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Rappin’ Noyd","albumName":"Blade: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\nAnd all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\nWit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\nTake dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n[Unverified]\n\nYo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\nBig pipes soundin' like thunder\nSkated by the skin of my teeth\nI had to put a man in his place last week\n\nNow why you wanna come at me?\nI'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\nWrong nigga for threats\nLone nigga wit long chrome\n\nAnd we can dance till one of us drop\nYou score points fallin' wit good formation\nI'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\nThe very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\nTo the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\nNow you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\nFlame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\nThat be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\nBut who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\nAnd you can't come outside without fear\nAm I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\nFoot soldier catch you at the store's corner\nKeep me on your mind and don't slumber\nMan the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n[Unverified]\n\nM O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\nWit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\nAiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\nSqueeze off, let em know how real this is\n\nM O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\nNo other gun runners keep a round like this\nFrom Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\nWhether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\nSprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\nWe all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\nThe last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\nNeither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\nYou know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\nGun burners spit like lungies, dummies\nStill nuttin' pop but the shells\nThese ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\nA gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\nYo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\nOf that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\nEmpty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\nWhile you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\nFlee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\nThen watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\nPlug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\nYou runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\nEveryday is like Fourth of July to us\n\nHenny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\nInterfere wit the plan and you will get touched\nLet the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\nFull fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\nWhile you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\nCockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\nPoppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n[Unverified]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Deadly Zone\n  artist: Bounty Killer featuring Mobb Deep & Rappin’ Noyd\n  album: 'Blade: Music From and Inspired by the Motion Picture'\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down\n  And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown\n  Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone\n  Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well\n  [Unverified]\n\n  Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under\n  Big pipes soundin' like thunder\n  Skated by the skin of my teeth\n  I had to put a man in his place last week\n\n  Now why you wanna come at me?\n  I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes\n  Wrong nigga for threats\n  Lone nigga wit long chrome\n\n  And we can dance till one of us drop\n  You score points fallin' wit good formation\n  I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn\n  The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun\n\n  To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war\n  Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher\n  Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod\n  That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard\n\n  But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night\n  And you can't come outside without fear\n  Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?\n\n  Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner\n  Keep me on your mind and don't slumber\n  Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass\n  [Unverified]\n\n  M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn\n  Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn\n  Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit\n  Squeeze off, let em know how real this is\n\n  M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer\n  No other gun runners keep a round like this\n  From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death\n  Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block\n\n  Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen\n  We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'\n  The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake\n  Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it\n\n  You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets\n  Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies\n  Still nuttin' pop but the shells\n  These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel\n  A gun runner nigga for real nigga\n\n  Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle\n  Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip\n  Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit\n  While you layin bloodied up in the Six\n\n  Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce\n  Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out\n  Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet\n  You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us\n  Everyday is like Fourth of July to us\n\n  Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch\n  Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched\n  Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched\n  Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge\n\n  While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head\n  Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray\n  Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way\n  [Unverified]\n"}]