[{"id":11066148,"name":"Against All Opps","trackName":"Against All Opps","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I came here to make music\nI ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\nY'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\nDo you know who the opps is?\nThe opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\nIt's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\nevery day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\nLet that shit rip, Slay\nYeah\n\nI was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\nShot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\nThis ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\nPour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\nUsed to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\nplayin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\nNever touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\nFeel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\nTold Slay get the K in,\nlet it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\nFrom N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\nTest us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\nYou a small island,\nI'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\nPick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\nOh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\nGhost\n\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nJust got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\nSaid the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\nCouldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\nHearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\nOriginal cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\nBeen lit before the internet even existed (For real)\nThis generation is sickenin'\n(Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\nGrown ass men in they feelings\nNiggas say anything you put a\ncamera in they face (Camera in they face)\nBut you won't hear anything when a\nhammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\nThe struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\nGhetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\nThrowin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\nNo gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\nI'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\nFought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\nOutlaw to the grave\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nAyo\nThink about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\nHotter than P?\nFuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\nDon Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\nNo talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\nThese pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\nBy theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\nTake his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\nProbably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\nWhat it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\nAll I do is spit and make sure it cook right\nToday was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\nGettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\nBroke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\nFive lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\nTen large back then, that was just in aces\nI ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\nHaters (Look at 'em)\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\nAgainst all opps\n\nMy Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\nI know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\nYou pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\nMy whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\nClassic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\nRide shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\nNo size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\nNo lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\nCounty to county, man, these niggas know about me\nInternational EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\nGotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\nCatch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\nYellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\nAnd even then I probably have the whole pen with me\nFat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\nMakaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\nThis is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\nYoung Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\nWanna see who? Wanna see who?\nWanna do who?\n\nThey just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\nI don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\nI don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\nThey'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\nNeed to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\nSwitch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\nNaw, no man is not to fear\nAnd we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\nThat we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\nEverybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\nPrayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\nSomethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\nThat's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\nToo slippery to ever let you slide on me\nF your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\nThe love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\nWhat?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Against All Opps\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I came here to make music\n  I ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\n  Y'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\n  Do you know who the opps is?\n  The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\n  It's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\n  every day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\n  Let that shit rip, Slay\n  Yeah\n\n  I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\n  Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\n  This ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\n  Pour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\n  Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\n  playin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\n  Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\n  Feel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n  'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\n  Told Slay get the K in,\n  let it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\n  From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\n  Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\n  You a small island,\n  I'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\n  Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\n  Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\n  Ghost\n\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\n  Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\n  Couldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\n  Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\n  Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\n  Been lit before the internet even existed (For real)\n  This generation is sickenin'\n  (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\n  Grown ass men in they feelings\n  Niggas say anything you put a\n  camera in they face (Camera in they face)\n  But you won't hear anything when a\n  hammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\n  The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\n  Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\n  Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\n  No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\n  I'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\n  Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\n  Outlaw to the grave\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Ayo\n  Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\n  Hotter than P?\n  Fuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\n  Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\n  No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\n  These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\n  By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\n  Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\n  Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\n  What it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\n  All I do is spit and make sure it cook right\n  Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\n  Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\n  Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\n  Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\n  Ten large back then, that was just in aces\n  I ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\n  Haters (Look at 'em)\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n  Against all opps\n\n  My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\n  I know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\n  You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\n  My whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\n  Classic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\n  Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\n  No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\n  No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\n  County to county, man, these niggas know about me\n  International EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\n  Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\n  Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\n  Yellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\n  And even then I probably have the whole pen with me\n  Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\n  Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\n  This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\n  Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\n  Wanna see who? Wanna see who?\n  Wanna do who?\n\n  They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\n  I don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\n  I don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\n  They'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\n  Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\n  Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\n  Naw, no man is not to fear\n  And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\n  That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\n  Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\n  Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\n  Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\n  That's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\n  Too slippery to ever let you slide on me\n  F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\n  The love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\n  What?\n"},{"id":5927820,"name":"Against All Opps (feat. The LOX & Outlawz)","trackName":"Against All Opps (feat. The LOX & Outlawz)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I came here to make music\nI ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\nY'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\nDo you know who the opps is?\nThe opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\nIt's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\nEvery day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\nLet that shit rip, Slay\nYeah\n\nI was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\nShot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\nThis ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\nPour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\nUsed to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\nPlayin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\nNever touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\nFeel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\nTold Slay get the K in,\nLet it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\nFrom N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\nTest us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\nYou a small island,\nI'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\nPick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\nOh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\nGhost\n\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nJust got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\nSaid the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\nCouldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\nHearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\nOriginal cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\nBeen lit before the internet even existed (For real)\nThis generation is sickenin'\n(Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\nGrown ass men in they feelings\nNiggas say anything you put a\nCamera in they face (Camera in they face)\nBut you won't hear anything when a\nHammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\nThe struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\nGhetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\nThrowin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\nNo gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\nI'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\nFought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\nOutlaw to the grave\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nAyo\nThink about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\nHotter than P?\nFuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\nDon Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\nNo talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\nThese pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\nBy theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\nTake his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\nProbably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\nWhat it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\nAll I do is spit and make sure it cook right\nToday was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\nGettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\nBroke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\nFive lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\nTen large back then, that was just in aces\nI ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\nHaters (Look at 'em)\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\nAgainst all opps\n\nMy Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\nI know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\nYou pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\nMy whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\nClassic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\nRide shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\nNo size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\nNo lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\nCounty to county, man, these niggas know about me\nInternational EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\nGotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\nCatch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\nYellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\nAnd even then I probably have the whole pen with me\nFat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\nMakaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\nThis is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\nYoung Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\nWanna see who? Wanna see who?\nWanna do who?\n\nThey just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\nI don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\nI don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\nThey'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\nNeed to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\nSwitch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\nNaw, no man is not to fear\nAnd we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\nThat we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\nEverybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\nPrayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\nSomethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\nThat's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\nToo slippery to ever let you slide on me\nF your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\nThe love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\nWhat?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Against All Opps (feat. The LOX & Outlawz)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I came here to make music\n  I ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\n  Y'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\n  Do you know who the opps is?\n  The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\n  It's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\n  Every day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\n  Let that shit rip, Slay\n  Yeah\n\n  I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\n  Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\n  This ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\n  Pour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\n  Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\n  Playin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\n  Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\n  Feel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n  'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\n  Told Slay get the K in,\n  Let it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\n  From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\n  Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\n  You a small island,\n  I'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\n  Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\n  Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\n  Ghost\n\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\n  Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\n  Couldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\n  Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\n  Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\n  Been lit before the internet even existed (For real)\n  This generation is sickenin'\n  (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\n  Grown ass men in they feelings\n  Niggas say anything you put a\n  Camera in they face (Camera in they face)\n  But you won't hear anything when a\n  Hammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\n  The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\n  Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\n  Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\n  No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\n  I'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\n  Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\n  Outlaw to the grave\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Ayo\n  Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\n  Hotter than P?\n  Fuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\n  Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\n  No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\n  These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\n  By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\n  Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\n  Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\n  What it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\n  All I do is spit and make sure it cook right\n  Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\n  Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\n  Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\n  Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\n  Ten large back then, that was just in aces\n  I ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\n  Haters (Look at 'em)\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n  Against all opps\n\n  My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\n  I know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\n  You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\n  My whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\n  Classic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\n  Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\n  No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\n  No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\n  County to county, man, these niggas know about me\n  International EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\n  Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\n  Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\n  Yellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\n  And even then I probably have the whole pen with me\n  Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\n  Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\n  This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\n  Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\n  Wanna see who? Wanna see who?\n  Wanna do who?\n\n  They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\n  I don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\n  I don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\n  They'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\n  Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\n  Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\n  Naw, no man is not to fear\n  And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\n  That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\n  Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\n  Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\n  Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\n  That's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\n  Too slippery to ever let you slide on me\n  F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\n  The love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\n  What?\n"},{"id":11066147,"name":"Against All Opps","trackName":"Against All Opps","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. The LOX & Outlawz","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I came here to make music\nI ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\nY'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\nDo you know who the opps is?\nThe opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\nIt's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\nevery day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\nLet that shit rip, Slay\nYeah\n\nI was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\nShot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\nThis ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\nPour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\nUsed to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\nplayin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\nNever touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\nFeel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\nTold Slay get the K in,\nlet it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\nFrom N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\nTest us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\nYou a small island,\nI'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\nPick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\nOh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\nGhost\n\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nJust got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\nSaid the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\nCouldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\nHearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\nOriginal cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\nBeen lit before the internet even existed (For real)\nThis generation is sickenin'\n(Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\nGrown ass men in they feelings\nNiggas say anything you put a\ncamera in they face (Camera in they face)\nBut you won't hear anything when a\nhammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\nThe struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\nGhetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\nThrowin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\nNo gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\nI'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\nFought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\nOutlaw to the grave\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nAyo\nThink about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\nHotter than P?\nFuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\nDon Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\nNo talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\nThese pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\nBy theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\nTake his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\nProbably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\nWhat it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\nAll I do is spit and make sure it cook right\nToday was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\nGettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\nBroke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\nFive lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\nTen large back then, that was just in aces\nI ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\nHaters (Look at 'em)\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\nAgainst all opps\n\nMy Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\nI know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\nYou pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\nMy whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\nClassic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\nRide shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\nNo size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\nNo lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\nCounty to county, man, these niggas know about me\nInternational EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\nGotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\nCatch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\nYellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\nAnd even then I probably have the whole pen with me\nFat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\nMakaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\nThis is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\nYoung Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\nWanna see who? Wanna see who?\nWanna do who?\n\nThey just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\nI don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\nI don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\nThey'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\nNeed to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\nSwitch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\nNaw, no man is not to fear\nAnd we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\nThat we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\nEverybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\nPrayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\nSomethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\nThat's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\nToo slippery to ever let you slide on me\nF your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\nThe love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\nWhat?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Against All Opps\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. The LOX & Outlawz\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I came here to make music\n  I ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\n  Y'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\n  Do you know who the opps is?\n  The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\n  It's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\n  every day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\n  Let that shit rip, Slay\n  Yeah\n\n  I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\n  Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\n  This ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\n  Pour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\n  Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\n  playin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\n  Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\n  Feel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n  'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\n  Told Slay get the K in,\n  let it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\n  From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\n  Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\n  You a small island,\n  I'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\n  Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\n  Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\n  Ghost\n\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\n  Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\n  Couldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\n  Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\n  Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\n  Been lit before the internet even existed (For real)\n  This generation is sickenin'\n  (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\n  Grown ass men in they feelings\n  Niggas say anything you put a\n  camera in they face (Camera in they face)\n  But you won't hear anything when a\n  hammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\n  The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\n  Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\n  Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\n  No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\n  I'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\n  Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\n  Outlaw to the grave\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Ayo\n  Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\n  Hotter than P?\n  Fuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\n  Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\n  No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\n  These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\n  By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\n  Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\n  Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\n  What it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\n  All I do is spit and make sure it cook right\n  Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\n  Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\n  Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\n  Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\n  Ten large back then, that was just in aces\n  I ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\n  Haters (Look at 'em)\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n  Against all opps\n\n  My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\n  I know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\n  You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\n  My whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\n  Classic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\n  Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\n  No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\n  No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\n  County to county, man, these niggas know about me\n  International EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\n  Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\n  Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\n  Yellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\n  And even then I probably have the whole pen with me\n  Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\n  Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\n  This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\n  Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\n  Wanna see who? Wanna see who?\n  Wanna do who?\n\n  They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\n  I don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\n  I don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\n  They'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\n  Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\n  Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\n  Naw, no man is not to fear\n  And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\n  That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\n  Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\n  Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\n  Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\n  That's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\n  Too slippery to ever let you slide on me\n  F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\n  The love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\n  What?\n"},{"id":5927819,"name":"Against All Opps (feat. The Lox & The Outlawz)","trackName":"Against All Opps (feat. The Lox & The Outlawz)","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. The Lox & Outlawz","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I came here to make music\nI ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\nY'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\nDo you know who the opps is?\nThe opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\nIt's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\nEvery day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\nLet that shit rip, Slay\nYeah\n\nI was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\nShot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\nThis ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\nPour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\nUsed to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\nPlayin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\nNever touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\nFeel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\nTold Slay get the K in,\nLet it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\nFrom N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\nTest us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\nYou a small island,\nI'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\nPick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\nOh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\nGhost\n\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nJust got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\nSaid the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\nCouldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\nHearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\nOriginal cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\nBeen lit before the internet even existed (For real)\nThis generation is sickenin'\n(Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\nGrown ass men in they feelings\nNiggas say anything you put a\nCamera in they face (Camera in they face)\nBut you won't hear anything when a\nHammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\nThe struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\nGhetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\nThrowin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\nNo gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\nI'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\nFought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\nOutlaw to the grave\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\nAyo\nThink about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\nHotter than P?\nFuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\nDon Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\nNo talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\nThese pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\nBy theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\nTake his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\nProbably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\nWhat it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\nAll I do is spit and make sure it cook right\nToday was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\nGettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\nBroke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\nFive lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\nTen large back then, that was just in aces\nI ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\nHaters (Look at 'em)\n\nIt's time that the streets unite\nI'm your brother, we don't have to fight\nAgainst all opps\nIt's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\nAgainst all opps\n\nMy Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\nI know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\nYou pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\nMy whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\nClassic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\nRide shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\nNo size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\nNo lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\nCounty to county, man, these niggas know about me\nInternational EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\nGotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\nCatch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\nYellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\nAnd even then I probably have the whole pen with me\nFat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\nMakaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\nThis is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\nYoung Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\nWanna see who? Wanna see who?\nWanna do who?\n\nThey just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\nI don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\nI don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\nThey'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\nNeed to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\nSwitch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\nNaw, no man is not to fear\nAnd we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\nThat we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\nEverybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\nPrayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\nSomethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\nThat's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\nToo slippery to ever let you slide on me\nF your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\nThe love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\nWhat?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Against All Opps (feat. The Lox & The Outlawz)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. The Lox & Outlawz\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I came here to make music\n  I ain't came here to make friends, motherfucker\n  Y'all niggas run around here talkin' 'bout the opps\n  Do you know who the opps is?\n  The opps is not your brother, you stupid motherfuckers\n  It's the niggas beatin' the shit outta us (Outlawz)\n  Every day (L-O-X) on the internet and gettin' away with it\n  Let that shit rip, Slay\n  Yeah\n\n  I was down with Biggie but you know I'm an outlaw\n  Shot a nigga, rode out to Pac, playin' Outlawz\n  This ain't a rhyme, it's a fact, or an outpour\n  Pour out some liquor for the homies I can't account for\n  Used to play the Beamer, gettin' high,\n  Playin' \"Still I Rise\" (\"Still I Rise\")\n  Never touch the Ghost, that is ill-advised\n  Feel for the hammer, I don't feel the vibe\n  'Cause you on a quest, I don't feel your tribe\n  Told Slay get the K in,\n  Let it spray once then spray again to see who's left (See who's left)\n  From N-E-W Jers' to Y-O all the way to Oaktown\n  Test us to see you less, matter fact, never again (Less)\n  You a small island,\n  I'm the big hurricane that just swept in (Swept in)\n  Pick a suit and a place you wanna get left in (Left in)\n  Oh my, look at the reaper, he just crept in\n  Ghost\n\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Just got off the phone with Kay Slay, called the OG shot (OG shot)\n  Said the streets need a joint from the 'Lawz and LOX (Yeah)\n  Couldn't agree more, these rappers is all lost (Lost)\n  Hearin' ATL flows in Jers' and New York (Damn)\n  Original cloth (Cloth), my era was just different\n  Been lit before the internet even existed (For real)\n  This generation is sickenin'\n  (Sickenin'), their choice of drug is attention (Man)\n  Grown ass men in they feelings\n  Niggas say anything you put a\n  Camera in they face (Camera in they face)\n  But you won't hear anything when a\n  Hammer in his face (The hammer in his face)\n  The struggle is the same (Same) from Compton to Yonkers\n  Ghetto gospel, Makaveli apostle\n  Throwin' peace, Kadafi, Syke and Fatal\n  No gimmicks, independent, never needed a major label (Never)\n  I'm not a slave (Slave), went against the grain\n  Fought the power, nigga, Chuck and Flav\n  Outlaw to the grave\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n\n  Ayo\n  Think about this, who out there hotter than Kiss?\n  Hotter than P?\n  Fuck that, who hotter than me? (None)\n  Don Gorilla, Silver B Bobby Backlund\n  No talkin', either get to scrappin' or get to clappin'\n  These pussies act hard when they be rappin' (Fake)\n  By theyself, all you gotta do is smack 'em\n  Take his chain off, unwrist wrap 'em (Haha)\n  Probably one nigga wit' 'em, gotta clap at 'em\n  What it look like? I don't even know what the hook like (Uh huh)\n  All I do is spit and make sure it cook right\n  Today was fucked up but tonight is a good night (Ha)\n  Gettin' head in different spaces (Come here, baby)\n  Broke niggas turn rich like Trading Places (Woo)\n  Five lawyers, two cases (Ayy)\n  Ten large back then, that was just in aces\n  I ain't gotta say shit, I could read your faces (Look at 'em)\n  Haters (Look at 'em)\n\n  It's time that the streets unite\n  I'm your brother, we don't have to fight\n  Against all opps\n  It's time that we flipped the script and know who the real enemy is\n  Against all opps\n\n  My Warfrank Gazelles got these lames so jel' (Woo)\n  I know what's up your skirt mane, it ain't hard to tell (I see you)\n  You pussy like gatos, nigga, we are not bros\n  My whole family full of real ones, y'all are not those\n  Classic like daddy's, keep a batty in the backseat\n  Ride shotgun, another one, call 'em a two piece (That's right)\n  No size, never let a hoe ass nigga ride\n  No lie, made nigga, Outlaw 'til I fry\n  County to county, man, these niggas know about me\n  International EDI, I get to it like it's easy (Yeah)\n  Gotta hate your proposal, gotta stay low key 'til I catch 'em slippin'\n  Catch 'em sippin' Ice T and get to cop killin' (Bam)\n  Yellin' \"O for L\" 'til they throw me a cell\n  And even then I probably have the whole pen with me\n  Fat, black, and fly like another Biggie, uh\n  Makaveli in me got my real brothers wit' me (Kay Slay)\n  This is history in the makin', either Styles and Jason\n  Young Noble, Sheek Louch, y'all niggas wanna see who?\n  Wanna see who? Wanna see who?\n  Wanna do who?\n\n  They just gonna carry a casket to let 'em amp you\n  I don't want a trap beat, please, I need a sample (Please)\n  I don't want 'em near me, nah, they scary (Scary)\n  They'll never understand the 7 Day Theory (Never)\n  Need to get out more, L-O-X and The Outlawz\n  Switch hitter, nigga, let the hammer off southpaw\n  Naw, no man is not to fear\n  And we shoulda did a joint back when Pac was here (Uh huh)\n  That we coulda even let Big Poppa hear\n  Everybody gripped up 'cause the opps is here\n  Prayin' for my downfall, All Eyez On Me (Yeah)\n  Somethin' happen, they just gon' tell lies on me\n  That's it, filled to the top but the ride's on E\n  Too slippery to ever let you slide on me\n  F your highness, one third of Yonkers' finest (L-O-X)\n  The love's unconditional, the bond is timeless\n  What?\n"}]