[{"id":40040667,"name":"Busta Rhymes feat. Meka / Take It Off Part 2","trackName":"Busta Rhymes feat. Meka / Take It Off Part 2","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"It Ain't Safe No More","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us\nYeah, see y'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, haha, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again, niggas\nI hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, come on, woo\n\nCheck out the technique (Come on)\nSpit flow and bag up the next freak soldier\nWith a clique of hoes that live on the next street over, player\nThen do this shit again next week, gettin' this paper\nBad chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keeps fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nI spit fire then cop up the best beats\nI said I blow the spot from here way down to South Beach, major\nGlobalize then blow down to Southeast Asia, check it\nBanana yellow G-Wagon for the hoes saggin'\nSilver fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\nYou really need to stop\nJust cop the wild blueberry Lamborghini drop, come on\nStay struttin' with a mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\nWe know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\nWe know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\nWe know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\nWe know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\nWe know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\nWe know that you be breakin' 'em off\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\nSo come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\nAnd make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\nThis is a shake down (Come on)\nWeakin' your whole shit until it break down (Uh-huh)\nSpeak to the whole clique until we take down dudes\nPut they YouTube on, we'll make them put they cake down, dude (Dude)\nStraight down food (Food)\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\nKennedy Loft hoes smackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace terrycloth robes (Robes)\nLike Ghostface the most, ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, a nigga sure to blow\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place to mind is for them corny hoes, come on\nWith all this paper and the shit we coppin'\nWe keepin' it gully, you know we always keep it poppin'\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\nWe know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\nWe know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\nWe know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\nWe know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\nWe know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\nWe know that you be breakin' 'em off\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\nSo come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\nAnd make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\nGet that money, come fuck with us\nHands in the sky, keep on livin'\nDo your own thing, all my people hollerin'\nLet me hear you reply, say, \"Take it off\" (Take it off)\nSay, \"Take it off\" (You better take it off)\nSay, \"Take it off\" (Take it off)\nSay, \"Take it off\" (Better take it off)\nCome on, people, come on\n\nWe hold the Roc, boy\nThe way we on fire, call a nigga hot boy\nWe raise your level 'til we blow the spot, boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot, boy\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop, boy\nFrontin' and tryin' to be somethin' you not, boy\nListen again, we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence and finish 'em off\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\nWe know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\nWe know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\nWe know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\nWe know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\nWe know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\nWe know that you be breakin' 'em off\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\nSo come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\nAnd make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\nWait, wait, wait, you gotta put it on\nYeah, come on, let me put it right here\nBaby, baby, baby, baby, baby\nCome on, what you doin'? What you doin'?\nYou ain't got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean\nWhat the fuck, you ain't got no pimples or nothin'?\nNah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\nYou ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\nAw, you fuckin' actin' like that? Aight, so\nYou better find one\nAight, so hold on, hold on, don't, yo\nJust stay just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not movin'\nAight, cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom, where the fuck, man?\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?\nIt is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom, man?\nNo, I only have one prick cover left\nAnd my hormones are rising\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it (Taste it)\nTrojan Man\nThis has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say\n'Cause I still believe you can catch AIDS from tongue kissin' a bitch\nSo remember, always strap your shit up\nTrojan Man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Busta Rhymes feat. Meka / Take It Off Part 2\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More\n  duration_ms: 269333\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us\n  Yeah, see y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, haha, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again, niggas\n  I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, come on, woo\n\n  Check out the technique (Come on)\n  Spit flow and bag up the next freak soldier\n  With a clique of hoes that live on the next street over, player\n  Then do this shit again next week, gettin' this paper\n  Bad chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keeps fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  I spit fire then cop up the best beats\n  I said I blow the spot from here way down to South Beach, major\n  Globalize then blow down to Southeast Asia, check it\n  Banana yellow G-Wagon for the hoes saggin'\n  Silver fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n  You really need to stop\n  Just cop the wild blueberry Lamborghini drop, come on\n  Stay struttin' with a mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\n  We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\n  We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\n  We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\n  We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\n  We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\n  We know that you be breakin' 'em off\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\n  So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\n  And make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\n  This is a shake down (Come on)\n  Weakin' your whole shit until it break down (Uh-huh)\n  Speak to the whole clique until we take down dudes\n  Put they YouTube on, we'll make them put they cake down, dude (Dude)\n  Straight down food (Food)\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n  Kennedy Loft hoes smackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace terrycloth robes (Robes)\n  Like Ghostface the most, ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, a nigga sure to blow\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place to mind is for them corny hoes, come on\n  With all this paper and the shit we coppin'\n  We keepin' it gully, you know we always keep it poppin'\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\n  We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\n  We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\n  We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\n  We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\n  We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\n  We know that you be breakin' 'em off\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\n  So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\n  And make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\n  Get that money, come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky, keep on livin'\n  Do your own thing, all my people hollerin'\n  Let me hear you reply, say, \"Take it off\" (Take it off)\n  Say, \"Take it off\" (You better take it off)\n  Say, \"Take it off\" (Take it off)\n  Say, \"Take it off\" (Better take it off)\n  Come on, people, come on\n\n  We hold the Roc, boy\n  The way we on fire, call a nigga hot boy\n  We raise your level 'til we blow the spot, boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot, boy\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop, boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' to be somethin' you not, boy\n  Listen again, we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence and finish 'em off\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't on, put 'em on, shorty\n\n  We know how you be doin' it, baby (How we be doin' it, baby)\n  We know how you be takin' it off (See how we take it from 'em)\n  We know how you be killin' 'em, baby (How we killin' 'em, come on)\n  We know that you be ready to ball (You know we ready to do it)\n  We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy (Make 'em crazy now, come on)\n  We know that you be breakin' 'em off\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go)\n  So come and put it down for me, baby (Put it down now)\n  And make it hot until they take it off (Huh)\n\n  Wait, wait, wait, you gotta put it on\n  Yeah, come on, let me put it right here\n  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby\n  Come on, what you doin'? What you doin'?\n  You ain't got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean\n  What the fuck, you ain't got no pimples or nothin'?\n  Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah\n  You ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n  Aw, you fuckin' actin' like that? Aight, so\n  You better find one\n  Aight, so hold on, hold on, don't, yo\n  Just stay just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not movin'\n  Aight, cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom, where the fuck, man?\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n  It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom, man?\n  No, I only have one prick cover left\n  And my hormones are rising\n  And I want your bitch to taste it (Taste it)\n  Trojan Man\n  This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say\n  'Cause I still believe you can catch AIDS from tongue kissin' a bitch\n  So remember, always strap your shit up\n  Trojan Man\n"},{"id":7687795,"name":"Take It Off, Part 2","trackName":"Take It Off, Part 2","artistName":"Busta Rhymes feat. Meka","albumName":"It Ain’t Safe No More…","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\nY'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off, Part 2\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. Meka\n  album: It Ain’t Safe No More…\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":9660190,"name":"Take It Off, Part 2","trackName":"Take It Off, Part 2","artistName":"Busta Rhymes feat. Meka","albumName":"It Ain't Safe No More...","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\nY'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off, Part 2\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. Meka\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More...\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":262815,"name":"Take It Off Part. 2 (feat. Meka)","trackName":"Take It Off Part. 2 (feat. Meka)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"It Ain't Safe No More...","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck wit us\nYeah, y'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again\n\nWe 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again, niggaz\nI hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the chick speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South East ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down\nWeakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\nSpeak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\nPut the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\nScrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\nLike ghostface the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\nNo waste a time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\nC'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nGet that money, come fuck wit us\nHands in the sky, keep on livin'\nDo your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(You better it off)\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(Better it off)\n\nC'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nWe raise the level to we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nYeah\nWait, wait, wait hold on\nCome on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\n\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean\nWhat the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that\nYou better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\nJust stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\nI'm not leavin'\nAight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\nIt is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it\nTrojan Man\n\nThis has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say\n'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up\n\nTrojan Man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off Part. 2 (feat. Meka)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More...\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck wit us\n  Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again\n\n  We 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again, niggaz\n  I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the chick speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South East ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down\n  Weakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\n  Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\n  Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\n  Scrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\n  Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\n  No waste a time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\n  C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Get that money, come fuck wit us\n  Hands in the sky, keep on livin'\n  Do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (You better it off)\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (Better it off)\n\n  C'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  We raise the level to we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Yeah\n  Wait, wait, wait hold on\n  Come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean\n  What the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that\n  You better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\n  Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\n  I'm not leavin'\n  Aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\n  It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it\n  Trojan Man\n\n  This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say\n  'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up\n\n  Trojan Man\n"},{"id":30219428,"name":"Take It Off Part.2 (feat. 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What you doin'?\n\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean\nWhat the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that\nYou better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\nJust stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\nI'm not leavin'\nAight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\nIt is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it\nTrojan Man\n\nThis has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say\n'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up\n\nTrojan Man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off Part.2 (feat. Meka)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More...\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck wit us\n  Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again\n\n  We 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again, niggaz\n  I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the chick speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South East ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down\n  Weakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\n  Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\n  Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\n  Scrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\n  Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\n  No waste a time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\n  C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Get that money, come fuck wit us\n  Hands in the sky, keep on livin'\n  Do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (You better it off)\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (Better it off)\n\n  C'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  We raise the level to we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Yeah\n  Wait, wait, wait hold on\n  Come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean\n  What the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that\n  You better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\n  Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\n  I'm not leavin'\n  Aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\n  It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it\n  Trojan Man\n\n  This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say\n  'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up\n\n  Trojan Man\n"},{"id":19842793,"name":"Take 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watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down\nWeakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\nSpeak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\nPut the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\nScrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make 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get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nGet that money, come fuck wit us\nHands in the sky, keep on livin'\nDo your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(You better it off)\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(Better it off)\n\nC'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nWe raise the level to we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, 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What you doin'?\n\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean\nWhat the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that\nYou better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\nJust stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\nI'm not leavin'\nAight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\nIt is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it\nTrojan Man\n\nThis has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say\n'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up\n\nTrojan Man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take 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need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down\n  Weakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\n  Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\n  Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\n  Scrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\n  Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\n  No waste a time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\n  C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Get that money, come fuck wit us\n  Hands in the sky, keep on livin'\n  Do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (You better it off)\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (Better it off)\n\n  C'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  We raise the level to we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Yeah\n  Wait, wait, wait hold on\n  Come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean\n  What the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that\n  You better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\n  Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\n  I'm not leavin'\n  Aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\n  It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it\n  Trojan Man\n\n  This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say\n  'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up\n\n  Trojan Man\n"},{"id":14686506,"name":"Take It Off, Part 2 feat. 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C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off, Part 2 feat. 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C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":26404048,"name":"Take It Off, Part 2","trackName":"Take It Off, Part 2","artistName":"Busta Rhymes feat. 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C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off, Part 2\n  artist: Busta Rhymes feat. Meka\n  album: It Ain’t Safe No More… (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 269360\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":1573577,"name":"Take It Off Part.2 Feat. 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Meka","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"It Aint Safe No More-(Retail)","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck wit us\nYeah, y'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again\n\nWe 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again, niggaz\nI hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the chick speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South East ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down\nWeakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\nSpeak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\nPut the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\nScrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\nLike ghostface the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\nNo waste a time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\nC'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me, baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nGet that money, come fuck wit us\nHands in the sky, keep on livin'\nDo your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(You better it off)\n\nSay, take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay, take it off\n(Better it off)\n\nC'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nWe raise the level to we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it, baby)\nHow we be doin' it, baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\nHow we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\nYou know we breakin' it off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\nYeah\nWait, wait, wait hold on\nCome on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\n\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean\nWhat the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that\nYou better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\nJust stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\nI'm not leavin'\nAight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\nIt is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it\nTrojan Man\n\nThis has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say\n'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up\n\nTrojan Man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off Part.2 Feat. Meka\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Aint Safe No More-(Retail)\n  duration_ms: 269000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck wit us\n  Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again\n\n  We 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again, niggaz\n  I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier wit a quicker ho that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the chick speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggaz respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said, I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South East ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor, watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggaz know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down\n  Weakin' your whole shit 'til it break down\n  Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down, dudes\n  Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down, dude\n\n  Scrape down food, niggaz stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggaz get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hos mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, cherry cloth robes\n  Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggaz sure to blow\n\n  No waste a time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hos\n  C'mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me, baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Get that money, come fuck wit us\n  Hands in the sky, keep on livin'\n  Do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear ya reply\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (You better it off)\n\n  Say, take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say, take it off\n  (Better it off)\n\n  C'mon baby, c'mon, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  We raise the level to we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggaz until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it, baby)\n  How we be doin' it, baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em, baby)\n  How we killin' 'em, c'mon?\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' it off)\n\n  You know we breakin' it off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hot 'til they take it off)\n\n  Yeah\n  Wait, wait, wait hold on\n  Come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean\n  What the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no jimmy\n\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that\n  You better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo\n  Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n\n  I'm not leavin'\n  Aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew, I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?\n\n  It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it\n  Trojan Man\n\n  This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say\n  'Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up\n\n  Trojan Man\n"},{"id":18452088,"name":"Take It Off Part.2 (feat. 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[by Hillside]","duration":269.404,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\nY'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off Part.2 (feat. Meka)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More... [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 269404\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":14357923,"name":"Take it Off Part 2 (feat. 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Meka)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"PLAYLIST Vintage Grooves The Best Of Rap","duration":269.374694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\nY'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take it Off Part 2 (feat. Meka)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: PLAYLIST Vintage Grooves The Best Of Rap\n  duration_ms: 269375\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"},{"id":15563368,"name":"Take It Off Part 2 (Feat. Meka) (Produced By Mario \"Yellowman\" Winans)","trackName":"Take It Off Part 2 (Feat. Meka) (Produced By Mario \"Yellowman\" Winans)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"It Ain't Safe No More","duration":269.397914,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\nY'all know what to do to this shit\nYeah, streets\nWe 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\nWe 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\nCheck it, check it, c'mon\n\nCheck out the technique\nC'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\nSoldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\nOver playa then do this shit again next week\n\nGettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\nProbably listen closer if you let the check speak\nI keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\nLook, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\nI said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\nGlobalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\nCheck it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\nFeel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\nYou really need to stop\nJust copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\nC'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\nNiggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nThis is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\nUntil it break down, speak to the whole clique\nUntil we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\nPut they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\nNiggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\nSpit and make the tape sound rude\nNiggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\nBut only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\nKennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\nRockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\nLike Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\nShowcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\nNo waste of time, you know we sure to grow\nI'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\nC'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\nWe keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\nHa, get that money come fuck with us\nHands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\nAll my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(You better take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Take it off)\nSay take it off\n(Better take it off)\n\nC'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\nThe way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\nHot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\nAnd watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\nListen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\nFrontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\nListen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\nSpazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\nBetter tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n(We know how you be doin' it baby)\nHow we be doin' it baby?\n(We know how you be takin' it off)\n\nHow we take it from 'em?\n(We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\nHow we killin' 'em? C'mon\n(We know how you be ready to ball)\n\nYou know we ready to do it\n(We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\nMake 'em crazy now, c'mon\n(We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\nYou know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n(So come and get it down for me baby)\nPut it down now\n(And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n{Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\nWhat you doin'? What you doin'?\nHold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\nI don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n{Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\nNa, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\nAh, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\nAight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n{Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\nI'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\nI knew I had a condom what the fuck man\nWhere the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n{It is I, Trojan Man\nOh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\nNo, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\nAnd I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n{This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\nAnd I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\nYou could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\nSo remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Take It Off Part 2 (Feat. Meka) (Produced By Mario \"Yellowman\" Winans)\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: It Ain't Safe No More\n  duration_ms: 269398\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, come fuck with us yeah\n  Y'all know what to do to this shit\n  Yeah, streets\n  We 'bout to do it again, we 'bout to do it again\n  We 'bout to do it again niggas, I hope y'all ready\n  Check it, check it, c'mon\n\n  Check out the technique\n  C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks\n  Soldier with a quicker hoe that live on the next street\n  Over playa then do this shit again next week\n\n  Gettin' this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep\n  Probably listen closer if you let the check speak\n  I keep fire 'cause niggas respect heat\n  Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats\n\n  I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major\n  Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager\n  Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin'\n  Feel the fox mink draggin' on the floor watch it\n\n  You really need to stop\n  Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop\n  C'mon, stay struntin' with the mini bop\n  Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  This is a shake down weakin' your whole shit\n  Until it break down, speak to the whole clique\n  Until we take down dudes, put the heat to 'em and make them\n  Put they cake down dude, scrape down food\n\n  Niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over\n  Spit and make the tape sound rude\n  Niggas get screwed, see they ain't really worth not a thing\n  But only gettin' on the stage to get booed\n\n  Kennedy loft hoe's mackin' at the top of the Trump Towers\n  Rockin' fly Versace, terry cloth robes\n  Like Ghost Face the most ready just for the glow\n  Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow\n\n  No waste of time, you know we sure to grow\n  I'm sayin' no place a mine, is for them corny hoe's\n  C'mon, with all this paper and this shit we copin'\n  We keepin' it gully and know we always keep it poppin'\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  Ha, get that money come fuck with us\n  Hands in the sky keep on livin' do your own thing\n  All my people holla and let me hear you reply\n\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (You better take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Take it off)\n  Say take it off\n  (Better take it off)\n\n  C'mon baby c'mon, ha, we hold a rock boy\n  The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy\n  Hot, we raise the level till we blow the spot boy\n  And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy\n\n  Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy\n  Frontin' and tryin' be somethin' you not boy\n  Listen again we keep on bangin' and pissin' 'em off\n  Spazzin' on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off\n\n  Better tell 'em if they ain't know, I'm put 'em on Shorty\n  (We know how you be doin' it baby)\n  How we be doin' it baby?\n  (We know how you be takin' it off)\n\n  How we take it from 'em?\n  (We know how you be killin' 'em baby)\n  How we killin' 'em? C'mon\n  (We know how you be ready to ball)\n\n  You know we ready to do it\n  (We know how you be drivin' 'em crazy)\n  Make 'em crazy now, c'mon\n  (We know how you be breakin' 'em off)\n\n  You know we breakin' 'em off, let's go\n  (So come and get it down for me baby)\n  Put it down now\n  (And make it hotter till they take it off)\n\n  {Yeah, wait, wait, wait hold on come on let me put it right here\n  What you doin'? What you doin'?\n  Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?\n  I don't need no rubber, you look clean}\n\n  {Wait the fuck you ain't go no pimples or nothin'\n  Na, na, you ain't runnin' up in here without no Jimmy\n  Ah, you fuckin' actin' like that, you better find one\n  Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don't yo}\n\n  {Just stay, just like that, don't even, just stay\n  I'm not leavin', aight cool, hold on, hold on\n  I knew I had a condom what the fuck man\n  Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?}\n\n  {It is I, Trojan Man\n  Oh shit, oh thank God it's you, you got a condom man?\n  No, I only have one trick cover left and my hormones are risin'\n  And I want your bitch to taste it, Trojan Man}\n\n  {This has been a paid advertisement by Flipmode and Company\n  And I don't give a fuck what you say 'cause I still believe\n  You could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch\n  So remember always strap your shit up, Trojan Man}\n"}]