[{"id":16759223,"name":"We Could Take It Outside (Jamal & Busta Rhymes)","trackName":"We Could Take It Outside (Jamal & Busta Rhymes)","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":288.456,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)\nUh, do it! Do it!\n\nI'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\nFlipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\nHow you like me now?\nWe got the industry on lock\nThe world is on shock\nI'm a take a piece of the rock\nYo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\nMidnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n\nNow na na na na na na, na na nah\nSuper size, super size, right before your eyes\nI bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\nWise, sword shift and I spit on flies\nKilling all the tips from studio spies\nHead to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\n\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your Glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nYa'll niggas want something?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nYa'll niggas want something?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\nHear to bust mine\nNigga fragile let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggies\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\n\n(Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\nFlipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n\nFuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nRah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\nWe get our dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nThat pillage, americana\nSpit sentences like, venomous iguanas\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI reign like Mussolini's iron fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\nThe dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars\n\nYo, you better practice what you preach\nI got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\nNever interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\nClear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\nWord is bond checkin me out\nHey what you talkin about\nYou lost and you walkin about\nNiggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\nHey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\nWish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nShut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear\n\n- repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)\n[00:10.92] Uh, do it! Do it!\n[00:14.52] I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\n[00:17.35] Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\n[00:20.12] Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n[00:22.86] You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\n[00:25.50] How you like me now?\n[00:27.49] We got the industry on lock\n[00:29.25] The world is on shock\n[00:30.18] I'm a take a piece of the rock\n[00:31.09] Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n[00:33.75] Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n[00:38.34] Now na na na na na na, na na nah\n[00:41.94] Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n[00:45.54] I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n[00:49.34] Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n[00:53.08] Killing all the tips from studio spies\n[00:55.74] Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n[00:57.51] Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n[01:01.37] Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\n[01:04.02] Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n[01:06.72] Peace to my outer space ties\n[01:09.45] I'm in leather like the ladies\n[01:11.26] Bigger than crack in the 80's\n[01:13.08] Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n[01:14.99] Blow up like C-4\n[01:16.79] Got so much to live for\n[01:17.62] Can't play the game no more\n[01:19.42] Pick up the cain no more\n[01:20.38] Brothers ain't the same no more\n[01:21.28] Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n[01:23.10] Get yourself caught up\n[01:24.90] Faggot ass tore up\n[01:25.86] In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n[01:28.53] Is cock your Glock and shot me\n[01:30.46] Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n[01:32.22] Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n[01:35.85] What y'all niggas wanna do?\n[01:37.65] (Yo we can take it outside)\n[01:39.48] Ya'll niggas want something?\n[01:40.37] (Yo we can take it outside)\n[01:42.16] What y'all niggas wanna do?\n[01:43.07] (Yo we can take it outside)\n[01:44.96] Ya'll niggas want something?\n[01:45.82] (Yo we can take it outside)\n[01:47.61] Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n[01:50.35] All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\n[01:53.04] Hear to bust mine\n[01:53.98] Nigga fragile let his brain fry\n[01:55.85] Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\n[01:58.59] You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n[02:01.22] Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\n[02:04.08] My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n[02:06.73] Yellow strip you crossed it\n[02:08.58] Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\n[02:11.25] Show me were loaded\n[02:12.13] The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n[02:13.97] Lovin my doggies\n[02:14.87] While we shinin' continue flossin\n[02:16.65] (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\n[02:18.56] Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n[02:20.36] Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n[02:23.05] Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n[02:25.76] The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in 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resource and count on script crews and world wars\n[03:23.97] Yo, you better practice what you preach\n[03:26.65] I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\n[03:29.32] Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n[03:33.02] Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n[03:34.88] Word is bond checkin me out\n[03:36.69] Hey what you talkin about\n[03:37.50] You lost and you walkin about\n[03:39.53] Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n[03:42.26] Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n[03:44.96] Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n[03:47.69] Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n[03:50.42] Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n[03:53.18] This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n[03:54.98] The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth\n[03:58.66] Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n[04:02.23] My squad comin through, chop off your 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Do it!\n\n  I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\n  Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n\n  Now na na na na na na, na na nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your Glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga fragile let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggies\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n\n  (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\n  Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n\n  Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\n  We get our dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  That pillage, americana\n  Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I reign like Mussolini's iron fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars\n\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach\n  I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and you walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The rulership 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something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack 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chalkin me out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nChuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Could Take It Outside\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: Turn It Up (remix) / Fire It Up\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I pray like Gussalini Zion fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n  (World wars echo's)\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\n  And 10 g's, I'll show each\n  Never interfere and shit, 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natural born killa that's born to rise\nFlipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\nHow you like me now?\nWe got the industry on lock\nThe world is on shock\nI'm a take a piece of the rock\nYo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\nMidnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\nNow na na na na na na, nana nah\nSuper size, super size, right before your eyes\nI bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\nWise, sword shift and I spit on flies\nKilling all the tips from studio spies\nHead to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPrettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI pray like Gussalini Zion fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin 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sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I pray like Gussalini Zion fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n  (World wars echo's)\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\n  And 10 g's, I'll show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n"},{"id":36678756,"name":"busta rhyme - we could take it outside","trackName":"busta rhyme - we could take it outside","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":288.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)\nUh, do it! Do it!\n\nI'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\nFlipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\nHow you like me now?\nWe got the industry on lock\nThe world is on shock\nI'm a take a piece of the rock\nYo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\nMidnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n\nNow na na na na na na, na na nah\nSuper size, super size, right before your eyes\nI bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\nWise, sword shift and I spit on flies\nKilling all the tips from studio spies\nHead to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\n\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your Glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nYa'll niggas want something?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\nYa'll niggas want something?\n(Yo we can take it outside)\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\nHear to bust mine\nNigga fragile let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggies\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\n\n(Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\nFlipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n\nFuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nRah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\nWe get our dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nThat pillage, americana\nSpit sentences like, venomous iguanas\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI reign like Mussolini's iron fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\nThe dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars\n\nYo, you better practice what you preach\nI got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\nNever interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\nClear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\nWord is bond checkin me out\nHey what you talkin about\nYou lost and you walkin about\nNiggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\nHey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\nWish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nShut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear\n\n- repeat 2X","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)\n[00:10.92] Uh, do it! Do it!\n[00:14.52] I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\n[00:17.35] Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\n[00:20.12] Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n[00:22.86] You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\n[00:25.50] How you like me now?\n[00:27.49] We got the industry on lock\n[00:29.25] The world is on shock\n[00:30.18] I'm a take a piece of the rock\n[00:31.09] Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n[00:33.75] Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n[00:38.34] Now na na na na na na, na na nah\n[00:41.94] Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n[00:45.54] I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n[00:49.34] Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n[00:53.08] Killing all the tips from studio spies\n[00:55.74] Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n[00:57.51] Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n[01:01.37] Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\n[01:04.02] Peace to my people in 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up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes 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We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I 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in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like 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nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll 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yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nis cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPrettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI pray like Gussalini Zion fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\nThe dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n(world wars echo's)\nYo, you 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Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in 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Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n"},{"id":18556352,"name":"We Could Take It Outside","trackName":"We Could Take It Outside","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes [Bonus Track]","duration":287.478844,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Miscellaneous\nWe Could Take It Outside\n\nWe Could Take It Outside\nI'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\nFlipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\nHow you like me now?\nWe got the industry on lock\nThe world is on shock\nI'm a take a piece of the rock\nYo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\nMidnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\nNow na na na na na na, nana nah\nSuper size, super size, right before your eyes\nI bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\nWise, sword shift and I spit on flies\nKilling all the tips from studio spies\nHead to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nis cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can 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out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nChuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Could Take It Outside\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes [Bonus Track]\n  duration_ms: 287479\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their 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more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPrettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI pray like Gussalini Zion fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin 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something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I pray like Gussalini Zion fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n  (world wars echo's)\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\n  And 10 g's, I'll show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n"},{"id":26884118,"name":"We Could Take It Outside","trackName":"We Could Take It Outside","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes…","duration":445.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Miscellaneous\nWe Could Take It Outside\n\nWe Could Take It Outside\nI'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\nFlipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\nHow you like me now?\nWe got the industry on lock\nThe world is on shock\nI'm a take a piece of the rock\nYo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\nMidnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\nNow na na na na na na, nana nah\nSuper size, super size, right before your eyes\nI bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\nWise, sword shift and I spit on flies\nKilling all the tips from studio spies\nHead to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nIs cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPrettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI pray like Gussalini Zion fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\nThe dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n(World wars echo's)\nYo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\nAnd 10 g's, I'll show each\nNever interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\nClear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\nWord is bond checkin me out\nHey what you talkin about\nYou lost and walkin about\nNiggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\nHey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\nWish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nChuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Could Take It Outside\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes…\n  duration_ms: 445400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I pray like Gussalini Zion fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n  (World wars echo's)\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\n  And 10 g's, I'll show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you 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in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like 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you be callin about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Could Take It Outside\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strickes\n  duration_ms: 287000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes 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out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n"},{"id":25670125,"name":"We Could Take It Outside","trackName":"We Could Take It Outside","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"MP3's","duration":287.738,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Miscellaneous\nWe Could Take It Outside\n\nWe Could Take It Outside\nI'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\nFlipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how we get down\nYou fuck 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so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\n  Maintain, 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bye, beddie bye\nDon't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\nFlipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\nPeace to my people in the friendly sky\nPeace to my outer space ties\nI'm in leather like the ladies\nBigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\nDrive the buggy I Mercedes\nBlow up like C-4\nGot so much to live for\nCan't play the game no more\nPick up the cain no more\nBrothers ain't the same no more\nTry to sweat me, what am I aiming for\nGet yourself caught up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nis cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues 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size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make 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Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Chuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n"},{"id":24835208,"name":"10 - We could take it outside","trackName":"10 - We could take it outside","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"When Disaster Strikes","duration":287.735437,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Miscellaneous\nWe Could Take It Outside\n\nWe Could Take It Outside\nI'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\nFlipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\nNiggas want to advertise about how 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up\nFaggot ass tore up\nIn the worst way, the only way you can stop me\nis cock your glock and shot me\nDrop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\nCause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\nWhat y'all niggas wanna do?\nYo we can take it outside\nYa'll niggas want something?\nYo we can take it outside\n\nPush up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\nAll my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\nHear to bust mine\nNigga frat child let his brain fry\nPretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\nYou failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\nRun up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\nMy crew expanded, QB is where we landed\nYellow strip you crossed it\nNow I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\nShow me were loaded\nThe desert eagle hear it cockin'\nLovin my doggie\nWhile we shinin' continue flossin\nSteppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\nPronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\nThe shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\nI be burnin mc's like betty grandson\nSmokin grey poupon boy\nTwo lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\nAll day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\nWe get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\nWe the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\nStack peelin, americana\nSpit sentences like one of missy wanna's\nReminisce the promise\nBring drama like Nicaragua\nFatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\nAnd sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\nLeave cities in carnage\nPrettiest farmers that pour whisky at harvest and hold 16 guananas\nMaintain, maintain, maintain\nI pray like Gussalini Zion fists\nTry on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\nSmugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\nThe dominant will resource and count script crews and world wars\n(world wars echo's)\nYo, you better practice what you preach, I got 7 MC's\nAnd 10 g's, I'll show each\nNever interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\nClear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\nWord is bond checkin me out\nHey what you talkin about\nYou lost and walkin about\nNiggas got beef they want to say and start talkin it out\nHey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\nWish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\nNow I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\nChuck down that bullshit that you be callin about\nThis one's for my people and my niggas up North\nThe ruler shit dynasty but Flipmode finally come fourth\nExports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\nMy squad comin through, chop off your ear","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10 - We could take it outside\n  artist: Busta Rhymes\n  album: When Disaster Strikes\n  duration_ms: 287735\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Miscellaneous\n  We Could Take It Outside\n\n  We Could Take It Outside\n  I'm a natural born killa that's born to rise\n  Flipmode is the squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n  Now na na na na na na, nana nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's (80's echo's)\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  is cock your glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anytime I live I'm comin back to find you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  Yo we can take it outside\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nods\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga frat child let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up philly contact from his red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib, now you heat me from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this champotion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggie\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n  Steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin mc's like betty grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  All day outsiders, this squad be flipmode\n  We get a dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  Stack peelin, americana\n  Spit sentences like one of missy wanna's\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Prettiest farmers that pour whisky 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Wu\n  start_ms: 143050\n  end_ms: 145760\n- text: The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  start_ms: 145760\n  end_ms: 148520\n- text: I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\n  start_ms: 148520\n  end_ms: 151290\n- text: Smokin grey poupon boy\n  start_ms: 151290\n  end_ms: 153030\n- text: Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  start_ms: 153030\n  end_ms: 156650\n- text: Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\n  start_ms: 156650\n  end_ms: 159350\n- text: We get our dick rode a whole shitload\n  start_ms: 159350\n  end_ms: 162180\n- text: We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  start_ms: 162180\n  end_ms: 170230\n- text: That pillage, americana\n  start_ms: 170230\n  end_ms: 172020\n- text: Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas\n  start_ms: 172020\n  end_ms: 174840\n- text: Reminisce the promise\n  start_ms: 174840\n  end_ms: 176600\n- text: Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  start_ms: 176600\n  end_ms: 178480\n- 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206650\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 213020\n- text: Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  start_ms: 213020\n  end_ms: 214880\n- text: Word is bond checkin me out\n  start_ms: 214880\n  end_ms: 216690\n- text: Hey what you talkin about\n  start_ms: 216690\n  end_ms: 217500\n- text: You lost and you walkin about\n  start_ms: 217500\n  end_ms: 219530\n- text: Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n  start_ms: 219530\n  end_ms: 222260\n- text: Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  start_ms: 222260\n  end_ms: 224960\n- text: Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  start_ms: 224960\n  end_ms: 227690\n- text: Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  start_ms: 227690\n  end_ms: 230420\n- text: Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n  start_ms: 230420\n  end_ms: 233180\n- text: This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  start_ms: 233180\n  end_ms: 234980\n- text: The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth\n  start_ms: 234980\n  end_ms: 238660\n- text: Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  start_ms: 238660\n  end_ms: 242230\n- text: My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n  start_ms: 242230\n  end_ms: 244030\n- text: '- Repeat 2X'\n  start_ms: 244030\n  end_ms: 281340\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 281340\nplain: |-\n  That's that joint (You know that ain't doin it again)\n  Uh, do it! Do it!\n\n  I'm a Natural Born Killa that's Born to Rise\n  Flipmode is da Squad so it's no surprise\n  Niggas want to advertise about how we get down\n  You fuck around: leave your body in the lost and found\n  How you like me now?\n  We got the industry on lock\n  The world is on shock\n  I'm a take a piece of the rock\n  Yo, you feel it in the heart when we took you to the park\n  Midnight after dark, I'm the raider of the lost ark (ark echo's)\n\n  Now na na na na na na, na na nah\n  Super size, super size, right before your eyes\n  I bring in treats like giant sweet potato pies\n  Wise, sword shift and I spit on flies\n  Killing all the tips from studio spies\n  Head to bed, beddie bye, beddie bye\n  Don't ask why, we'll take your ass to paradise\n  Flipmode's the Squad don't rest, don't try\n  Peace to my people in the friendly sky\n  Peace to my outer space ties\n\n  I'm in leather like the ladies\n  Bigger than crack in the 80's\n  Drive the buggy I Mercedes\n  Blow up like C-4\n  Got so much to live for\n  Can't play the game no more\n  Pick up the cain no more\n  Brothers ain't the same no more\n  Try to sweat me, what am I aiming for\n  Get yourself caught up\n  Faggot ass tore up\n  In the worst way, the only way you can stop me\n  Is cock your Glock and shot me\n  Drop me, pop me, make sure you that you got me\n  Cause anyhow I live I'm comin back for you poppy\n\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  What y'all niggas wanna do?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n  Ya'll niggas want something?\n  (Yo we can take it outside)\n\n  Push up in the hot rod, alley cats a rah rah\n  All my flipmode in the backseats with chrome nines\n  Hear to bust mine\n  Nigga fragile let his brain fry\n  Pretty boy sliced up feel the contact from this red eye\n  You failed to realize when you macks me you drop the plastic\n  Run up in your crib and snatch the heemis from the mattress\n  My crew expanded, QB is where we landed\n  Yellow strip you crossed it\n  Now I'm forcing you to drink this Sham's potion\n  Show me were loaded\n  The desert eagle hear it cockin'\n  Lovin my doggies\n  While we shinin' continue flossin\n\n  (Flipmode, Flipmode) Killa kids\n  Flipmode we are, 'mode we are.\n\n  Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe\n  Pronto like Cru till I'm Triumphant like Wu\n  The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns\n  I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson\n  Smokin grey poupon boy\n  Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fall like they was futons\n  Rah Digga, all day Outsidaz, this Squad be Flipmode\n  We get our dick rode a whole shitload\n\n  We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias\n  That pillage, americana\n  Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas\n  Reminisce the promise\n  Bring drama like Nicaragua\n  Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars\n  And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas\n  Leave cities in carnage\n  Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas\n  Maintain, maintain, maintain\n  I reign like Mussolini's iron fists\n  Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips\n  Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous\n  The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars\n\n  Yo, you better practice what you preach\n  I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each\n  Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit\n  Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit\n  Word is bond checkin me out\n  Hey what you talkin about\n  You lost and you walkin about\n  Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out\n  Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out\n  Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out\n  Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out\n  Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about\n  This one's for my people and my niggas up North\n  The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth\n  Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts\n  My squad comin through, chop off your ear\n\n  - Repeat 2X\n"}]