[{"id":29537143,"name":"You Gotta Love It","trackName":"You Gotta Love It","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Dipset Diss Tracks","duration":434.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"OK First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond, you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\nBefore them shots was fired\nFifth, hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin' bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals\nWith jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\nYou a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n[Chorus: x2]\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n(Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin forty nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n(go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEvery time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n(put flowers on them niggas)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\nOver Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed,\nDog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n[Chorus]\nY'all niggas don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\nSell out twenty five thou'\nActin like you gon' diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Dipset Diss Tracks\n  duration_ms: 434000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  OK First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second, you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\n  Before them shots was fired\n  Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin' bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals\n  With jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n  (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\n  You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n  (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin forty nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n  (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n  (put flowers on them niggas)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\n  Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed,\n  Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Y'all niggas don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\n  Sell out twenty five thou'\n  Actin like you gon' diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man\n"},{"id":29461668,"name":"You Gotta Love It","trackName":"You Gotta Love It","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Jay-Z Diss","duration":467.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"OK First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond, you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\nBefore them shots was fired\nFifth, hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin' bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals\nWith jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\nYou a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n[Chorus: x2]\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n(Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin forty nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n(go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEvery time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n(put flowers on them niggas)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\nOver Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed,\nDog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n[Chorus]\nY'all niggas don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\nSell out twenty five thou'\nActin like you gon' diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Jay-Z Diss\n  duration_ms: 467000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  OK First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second, you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\n  Before them shots was fired\n  Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin' bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals\n  With jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n  (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\n  You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n  (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin forty nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n  (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n  (put flowers on them niggas)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\n  Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed,\n  Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Y'all niggas don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\n  Sell out twenty five thou'\n  Actin like you gon' diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man\n"},{"id":23629010,"name":"You Gotta Love It","trackName":"You Gotta Love It","artistName":"Cam'Ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":373.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"OK First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond, you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\nBefore them shots was fired\nFifth, hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin' bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals\nWith jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\nYou a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n[Chorus: x2]\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n(Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin forty nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n(go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEvery time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n(put flowers on them niggas)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\nOver Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed,\nDog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n[Chorus]\nY'all niggas don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\nSell out twenty five thou'\nActin like you gon' diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 373000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  OK First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second, you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\n  Before them shots was fired\n  Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin' bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals\n  With jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n  (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\n  You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n  (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin forty nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n  (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n  (put flowers on them niggas)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\n  Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed,\n  Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Y'all niggas don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\n  Sell out twenty five thou'\n  Actin like you gon' diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man\n"},{"id":28918499,"name":"You Gotta Love It","trackName":"You Gotta Love It","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Roc-A-Fella Vs. Dipset","duration":434.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"OK First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond, you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\nBefore them shots was fired\nFifth, hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin' bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals\nWith jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\nYou a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n[Chorus: x2]\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n(Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin forty nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n(go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEvery time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n(put flowers on them niggas)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\nOver Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed,\nDog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n[Chorus]\nY'all niggas don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\nSell out twenty five thou'\nActin like you gon' diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Roc-A-Fella Vs. Dipset\n  duration_ms: 434000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  OK First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second, you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\n  Before them shots was fired\n  Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin' bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals\n  With jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n  (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\n  You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n  (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin forty nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n  (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n  (put flowers on them niggas)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\n  Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed,\n  Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Y'all niggas don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\n  Sell out twenty five thou'\n  Actin like you gon' diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man\n"},{"id":26989822,"name":"You Gotta Love It","trackName":"You Gotta Love It","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":467.1019,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"OK First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond, you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\nBefore them shots was fired\nFifth, hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin' bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals\nWith jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\nYou a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n[Chorus: x2]\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n(Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin forty nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n(go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEvery time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n(put flowers on them niggas)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\nOver Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed,\nDog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n[Chorus]\nY'all niggas don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\nSell out twenty five thou'\nActin like you gon' diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 467102\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  OK First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus' name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second, you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third, you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up\n  Before them shots was fired\n  Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin' bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals\n  With jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin'\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,\n  (you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox and Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40 40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek,\n  You a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put you underground clown ain't gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n  [Chorus: x2]\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin' to play us\n  (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggas we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin forty nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga 'cause here it come\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel\n  (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin' y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills\n  (put flowers on them niggas)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera)\n  Over Charli Baltimore (fucking fagot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed,\n  Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n  [Chorus]\n  Y'all niggas don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you ain't gone bluff us at no concert,\n  Sell out twenty five thou'\n  Actin like you gon' diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You ain't gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man\n"},{"id":315115,"name":"You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)","trackName":"You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Killa Season","duration":374.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Max B)\n\n(Intro: Cam'Ron)\nOk First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond - you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired\nFifth - hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\n\n(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n\n(Chorus 2X: Max B)\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin 40 nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come\n\n(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEverytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)\nY'all niggaz don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'\nActin like you gon diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou aint gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Killa Season\n  duration_ms: 374000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Max B)\n\n  (Intro: Cam'Ron)\n  Ok First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second - you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired\n  Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n\n  (Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n\n  (Chorus 2X: Max B)\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin 40 nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come\n\n  (Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)\n  Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'\n  Actin like you gon diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You aint gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)\n"},{"id":31465482,"name":"You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)","trackName":"You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)","artistName":"Cam'Ron","albumName":"KillaSeason","duration":373.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Feat. Max B)\n\n(Intro: Cam'Ron)\nOk First off, you a bitch nigga\nOnly reason I'm doin this\nI'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\nFirst - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\nSecond - you stole Kanye from Dame\nThird - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\nForth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired\nFifth - hold on, turn the beat off\nI had to turn the beat off for this\nYou talkin bout you a 80's baby\nYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\nHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\nOpen toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\nHow's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?\nBack to business\n\n(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\nYou ain't the only one with big wallets\nGot it, my shits brollic, dot it\nBut your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\nHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin\nAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'em\nIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\nNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\nDead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\nDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\nHe own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City\nBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\nYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\nBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\nAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\nI shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\nAt Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\nI was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\nHow could he be the man? (huh)\nOnly reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\nBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\nYou can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\nWe put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)\nI know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\nI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\nYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n\n(Chorus 2X: Max B)\nYou gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\nAll my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages\nNiggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)\nBut for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\nIn 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)\nThis is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\nPushin 40 nigga you not the one\nIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come\n\n(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\nKilla! Let's go\nWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\nAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)\nOff of Rocafella right? no contact\nBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\nI left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\nEverytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\nJus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\nHuh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\nWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\nPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)\nEast coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\nDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\nHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\nBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\nI might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\nHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\nMr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\nStill got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n\"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\nIt ain't my fault I'm raw\nI'm sorry B but I want a war\nAnd he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)\nSucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\nKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\nI'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)\nTell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)\nY'all niggaz don't want it with us man\nThis just round one, 15 rounds B\nWe ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'\nActin like you gon diss us\nYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\nYou aint gone Sadam Hussein it\nActing like you got something over there\nYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\nLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)\n  artist: Cam'Ron\n  album: KillaSeason\n  duration_ms: 373000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Feat. Max B)\n\n  (Intro: Cam'Ron)\n  Ok First off, you a bitch nigga\n  Only reason I'm doin this\n  I'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fifty\n  First - you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame\n  Second - you stole Kanye from Dame\n  Third - you stole Roc-A-Wear from Dame\n  Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired\n  Fifth - hold on, turn the beat off\n  I had to turn the beat off for this\n  You talkin bout you a 80's baby\n  You 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily news\n  How's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?\n  Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans on\n  How's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?\n  Back to business\n\n  (Verse 1: Cam'Ron)\n  You ain't the only one with big wallets\n  Got it, my shits brollic, dot it\n  But your publishing should go to Mrs. Wallace\n  Honest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildin\n  And he can't dress dog who styled 'em\n  It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it\n  Now you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)\n  Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No\n  Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe\n  (Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)\n  He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic City\n  Bitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's pretty\n  You love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's true\n  But now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then you\n  Appar-ently right? Down in Jeezy video\n  I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)\n  At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)\n  I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan\n  (Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)\n  How could he be the man? (huh)\n  Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn\n  But we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)\n  You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know\n  We put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)\n  I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders\n  I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers\n  Yous a customer buster, here go jet propellers\n\n  (Chorus 2X: Max B)\n  You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper\n  All my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages\n  Niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)\n  But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)\n  In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)\n  This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)\n  Pushin 40 nigga you not the one\n  It's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come\n\n  (Verse 2: Cam'Ron)\n  Killa! Let's go\n  Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles\n  Atcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)\n  Off of Rocafella right? no contact\n  But Busta fly joints, they put us out the contract\n  I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how\n  Everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'\n  Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)\n  Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a mil\n  Wanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grill\n  Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)\n  East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel\n  Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forreal\n  Heck you tell me, respect, better dwell me\n  Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)\n  I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world\n  Had the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)\n  Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)\n  Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her\n  \"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth\"\n  It ain't my fault I'm raw\n  I'm sorry B but I want a war\n  And he stabbed \"Un\" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)\n  Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for love\n  Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove\n  I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)\n  Tell \"Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead\"\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Ontro 1: Cam'Ron)\n  Y'all niggaz don't want it with us man\n  This just round one, 15 rounds B\n  We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'\n  Actin like you gon diss us\n  You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man\n  You aint gone Sadam Hussein it\n  Acting like you got something over there\n  You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man\n  Let it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man (fades out)\n"}]