[{"id":33052737,"name":"Face Off","trackName":"Face Off","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"The Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface\nYeah, we about to switch faces\nIt's goin' down, right here, right here tonight, dog\nFace Mob in New York City\nHuh? Holla at your goddamn boy\nDon't fuck with me\nDon't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n\nI'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n\nDoin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\nSteady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\nYou and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\nI guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n\nDaily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\nSecond, especially, you want it, you\nGot it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\nThe nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\nYou fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\nI'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\nAin't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\nDon't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n\nYou talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\nExposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\nReality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\nAnd niggas'll be to see you while your\nPeople got you rested, I'm reckless\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\nI remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\nWith them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\nThat was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n\nDana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\nWho gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\nThey wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\nI settle crimes with metal nines\nAnd I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\nAll over the street like yellow lines\nMarshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\nAcknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n\nI'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\nI'm hittin' these fiends lovely\nMy shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\nAnd plus they tool box two Glocks\nIn case I gotta bump a few cops off\n\nYou know how we do in Staten Island\nThis is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\nI gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\nYou took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\nWho woulda ever thought this nigga\nThat we sat down at our table and fed\nWould roll on the street and on with\nThe feds, I used to love this nigga\nNow I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\nFuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\nAnd I'm about to snap that wire\n\nWe want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\nY'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\nAnd we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\nWe stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\nSo take some advice (What?), there's three bears\nCashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\nSlay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\nAnd them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n-Gunshots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.47] Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface\n[00:04.92] Yeah, we about to switch faces\n[00:07.16] It's goin' down, right here, right here tonight, dog\n[00:10.80] Face Mob in New York City\n[00:13.07] Huh? Holla at your goddamn boy\n[00:15.63] Don't fuck with me\n[00:16.86] Don't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n[00:18.77] 'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n[00:21.41] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n[00:23.69] Doin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\n[00:25.93] Steady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\n[00:28.82] You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n[00:31.07] I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n[00:34.02] Daily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\n[00:36.63] Second, especially, you want it, you\n[00:38.44] Got it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\n[00:40.43] The nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\n[00:43.09] You fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\n[00:45.59] I'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\n[00:48.19] Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\n[00:50.96] Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n[00:53.46] You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\n[00:56.13] Exposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\n[00:58.74] Reality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\n[01:01.34] And niggas'll be to see you while your\n[01:03.02] People got you rested, I'm reckless\n[01:04.97] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[01:06.79] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[01:09.90] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[01:12.04] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[01:14.41] I remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\n[01:17.37] With them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\n[01:19.96] That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n[01:22.57] Dana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\n[01:24.97] Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\n[01:26.93] They wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\n[01:30.20] I settle crimes with metal nines\n[01:31.73] And I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\n[01:33.70] All over the street like yellow lines\n[01:35.62] Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n[01:38.23] Acknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n[01:40.14] I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n[01:43.44] I'm hittin' these fiends lovely\n[01:44.71] My shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\n[01:47.56] And plus they tool box two Glocks\n[01:49.58] In case I gotta bump a few cops off\n[01:52.16] You know how we do in Staten Island\n[01:53.99] This is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n[01:56.87] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[01:59.25] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:02.48] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[02:04.54] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[02:07.12] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\n[02:10.43] You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\n[02:12.48] Who woulda ever thought this nigga\n[02:13.57] That we sat down at our table and fed\n[02:15.45] Would roll on the street and on with\n[02:16.86] The feds, I used to love this nigga\n[02:19.16] Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\n[02:22.94] Fuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\n[02:26.30] And I'm about to snap that wire\n[02:28.06] We want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\n[02:30.51] Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n[02:33.57] And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\n[02:36.44] We stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\n[02:38.78] So take some advice (What?), there's three bears\n[02:41.01] Cashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\n[02:43.65] Slay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\n[02:45.82] And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n[02:49.41] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[02:51.76] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:55.06] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[02:57.05] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[02:59.91] -Gunshots\n[03:01.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Face Off\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: 'The Streetsweeper, Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game'\n  duration_ms: 182000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface\n  start_ms: 1470\n  end_ms: 4920\n- text: Yeah, we about to switch faces\n  start_ms: 4920\n  end_ms: 7160\n- text: It's goin' down, right here, right here tonight, dog\n  start_ms: 7160\n  end_ms: 10800\n- text: Face Mob in New York City\n  start_ms: 10800\n  end_ms: 13070\n- text: Huh? 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Holla at your goddamn boy\n  Don't fuck with me\n  Don't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n  'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n\n  I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n\n  Doin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\n  Steady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\n  You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n  I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n\n  Daily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\n  Second, especially, you want it, you\n  Got it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\n  The nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\n  You fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\n  I'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\n  Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\n  Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n\n  You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\n  Exposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\n  Reality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\n  And niggas'll be to see you while your\n  People got you rested, I'm reckless\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\n  I remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\n  With them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\n  That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n\n  Dana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\n  Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\n  They wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\n  I settle crimes with metal nines\n  And I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\n  All over the street like yellow lines\n  Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n  Acknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n\n  I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n  I'm hittin' these fiends lovely\n  My shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\n  And plus they tool box two Glocks\n  In case I gotta bump a few cops off\n\n  You know how we do in Staten Island\n  This is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\n  I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\n  You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\n  Who woulda ever thought this nigga\n  That we sat down at our table and fed\n  Would roll on the street and on with\n  The feds, I used to love this nigga\n  Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\n  Fuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\n  And I'm about to snap that wire\n\n  We want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\n  Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n  And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\n  We stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\n  So take some advice (What?), there's three bears\n  Cashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\n  Slay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\n  And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n  -Gunshots\n"},{"id":37916815,"name":"Face Off (feat. 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They wanna see me pay\nMotherfucker, this is GFK\n\nI settle crimes with metal nines and I ain't gonna stop\n'Til your brain's all over the street like yellow lines\nMarshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\nAcknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone (Word)\nI'm legendary, and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\nI'm hitting these fiends lovely, my nigga, be extra heavy\nLike construction workers in Timbs, and plus they toolbox\nTwo Glocks, in case I gotta bump a few cocks off\n\nYou know how we do in Staten Island\nThis is gat now, and nigga, not a non-violence cop\n\nMomma used to take trips to face the face\nNow it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that momma laid\nWe fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\nUh, uh, I gave you a chance to eat\nBut you chose to bite the hand that fed\nYou took your shit, now lay in your bed\nWho'd have ever thought this nigga\nThat we sat down at our table and fed\nWould go on the street, and on with the feds?\nI used to love this nigga\nNow I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge\nFor the nigga fucking with me, this adds some fuel to the fire\nAnd I'm about to snap that wire\n\nWe want them new twenties and hundreds\nZiploc money, y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\nAnd, we going all out like Hussein's sons did\nWe sticking niggas like New York cops with plungers\nSo take some advice (What), there's three bears\nCashmere down with twelve Glocks under the table\nSlay got the shit I aim at your navel (Boom)\nAnd them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\nMomma used to take trips to face the face\nNow it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that momma laid\nWe fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.19] Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface\n[00:04.91] Yeah, we about to switch faces\n[00:07.26] It's going down (Yeah, Kay Slay)\n[00:09.25] Right here, right here tonight, dog\n[00:10.86] Face Mob in New York City, huh?\n[00:13.62] Holla at your goddamn boy\n[00:15.75] Don't fuck with me\n[00:16.83] Don't get your shit scrung up in here, Kay\n[00:18.72] 'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n[00:21.34] I'm creating a masterpiece for niggas\n[00:23.60] Doing the Kay Slay, all day, everyday\n[00:25.70] Steady up in the 12 gauge, I'm blowing your house up\n[00:28.91] You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n[00:31.02] I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writing about ya\n[00:34.03] Daily I'm in the paper for doubting a motherfucker\n[00:36.70] Stacking a special agent, you want it, you got it, baby\n[00:39.19] I'm at you a lifetime, nigga, into washing your window\n[00:41.87] Shorten your lifeline, you're fucking with white wine\n[00:44.35] I'm fucking with Night Train, I'm emotionless when I get a pill\n[00:47.20] Nigga with ice veins, ain't impressed with status or jewelry\n[00:49.83] I'm on some street shit, don't believe in sitting in front of a jury\n[00:52.64] That's weak shit, talk it, you gotta live it\n[00:54.86] I live it, that's why I speak it, exposing these niggas' weakness\n[00:57.69] Kay, I got 'em sleeping, reality, fuck a record\n[01:00.08] Don't believe it, disrespect it, and niggas'll be deceased\n[01:02.60] While your people got you rested, I'm reckless\n[01:04.89] Momma used to take trips to face the face\n[01:06.76] Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[01:10.04] We gon' walk the path that momma laid\n[01:12.09] We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[01:14.59] I remember bustin' at the house on police, ducking the vans\n[01:17.43] With them taped up, broken revolvers tucked in my pants\n[01:19.91] That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n[01:22.56] Dana Dane rope chains with the thick-knick sweaters\n[01:24.99] Who gives a fuck what the DA say? They wanna see me pay\n[01:28.47] Motherfucker, this is GFK\n[01:30.29] I settle crimes with metal nines and I ain't gonna stop\n[01:32.94] 'Til your brain's all over the street like yellow lines\n[01:35.60] Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n[01:38.31] Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone (Word)\n[01:40.19] I'm legendary, and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n[01:43.51] I'm hitting these fiends lovely, my nigga, be extra heavy\n[01:46.02] Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they toolbox\n[01:48.80] Two Glocks, in case I gotta bump a few cocks off\n[01:52.13] You know how we do in Staten Island\n[01:53.95] This is gat now, and nigga, not a non-violence cop\n[01:56.90] Momma used to take trips to face the face\n[01:59.22] Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:02.52] We gon' walk the path that momma laid\n[02:04.55] We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[02:07.12] Uh, uh, I gave you a chance to eat\n[02:08.67] But you chose to bite the hand that fed\n[02:10.50] You took your shit, now lay in your bed\n[02:12.49] Who'd have ever thought this nigga\n[02:13.55] That we sat down at our table and fed\n[02:15.48] Would go on the street, and on with the feds?\n[02:17.59] I used to love this nigga\n[02:19.25] Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge\n[02:22.15] For the nigga fucking with me, this adds some fuel to the fire\n[02:26.34] And I'm about to snap that wire\n[02:28.04] We want them new twenties and hundreds\n[02:29.84] Ziploc money, y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n[02:33.68] And, we going all out like Hussein's sons did\n[02:36.44] We sticking niggas like New York cops with plungers\n[02:38.71] So take some advice (What), there's three bears\n[02:41.07] Cashmere down with twelve Glocks under the table\n[02:43.62] Slay got the shit I aim at your navel (Boom)\n[02:45.82] And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n[02:49.44] Momma used to take trips to face the face\n[02:51.86] Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:55.07] We gon' walk the path that momma laid\n[02:57.19] We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[03:02.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Face Off (feat. 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Steady up in the 12 gauge, I'm blowing your house up\n  You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n  I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writing about ya\n  Daily I'm in the paper for doubting a motherfucker\n\n  Stacking a special agent, you want it, you got it, baby\n  I'm at you a lifetime, nigga, into washing your window\n\n  Shorten your lifeline, you're fucking with white wine\n  I'm fucking with Night Train, I'm emotionless when I get a pill\n  Nigga with ice veins, ain't impressed with status or jewelry\n  I'm on some street shit, don't believe in sitting in front of a jury\n  That's weak shit, talk it, you gotta live it\n  I live it, that's why I speak it, exposing these niggas' weakness\n  Kay, I got 'em sleeping, reality, fuck a record\n  Don't believe it, disrespect it, and niggas'll be deceased\n  While your people got you rested, I'm reckless\n\n  Momma used to take trips to face the face\n  Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the 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They wanna see me pay\n  Motherfucker, this is GFK\n\n  I settle crimes with metal nines and I ain't gonna stop\n  'Til your brain's all over the street like yellow lines\n  Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n  Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone (Word)\n  I'm legendary, and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n  I'm hitting these fiends lovely, my nigga, be extra heavy\n  Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they toolbox\n  Two Glocks, in case I gotta bump a few cocks off\n\n  You know how we do in Staten Island\n  This is gat now, and nigga, not a non-violence cop\n\n  Momma used to take trips to face the face\n  Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that momma laid\n  We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\n  Uh, uh, I gave you a chance to eat\n  But you chose to bite the hand that fed\n  You took your shit, now lay in your bed\n  Who'd have ever thought this nigga\n  That we sat down at our table and fed\n  Would go on the street, and on with the feds?\n  I used to love this nigga\n  Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge\n  For the nigga fucking with me, this adds some fuel to the fire\n  And I'm about to snap that wire\n\n  We want them new twenties and hundreds\n  Ziploc money, y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n  And, we going all out like Hussein's sons did\n  We sticking niggas like New York cops with plungers\n  So take some advice (What), there's three bears\n  Cashmere down with twelve Glocks under the table\n  Slay got the shit I aim at your navel (Boom)\n  And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\n  Momma used to take trips to face the face\n  Now it's face-to-face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that momma laid\n  We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n"},{"id":37320266,"name":"Face Off","trackName":"Face Off","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. 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Holla at your goddamn boy\nDon't fuck with me\nDon't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n\nI'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n\nDoin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\nSteady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\nYou and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\nI guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n\nDaily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\nSecond, especially, you want it, you\nGot it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\nThe nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\nYou fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\nI'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\nAin't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\nDon't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n\nYou talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\nExposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\nReality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\nAnd niggas'll be to see you while your\nPeople got you rested, I'm reckless\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\nI remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\nWith them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\nThat was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n\nDana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\nWho gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\nThey wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\nI settle crimes with metal nines\nAnd I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\nAll over the street like yellow lines\nMarshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\nAcknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n\nI'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\nI'm hittin' these fiends lovely\nMy shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\nAnd plus they tool box two Glocks\nIn case I gotta bump a few cops off\n\nYou know how we do in Staten Island\nThis is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\nI gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\nYou took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\nWho woulda ever thought this nigga\nThat we sat down at our table and fed\nWould roll on the street and on with\nThe feds, I used to love this nigga\nNow I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\nFuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\nAnd I'm about to snap that wire\n\nWe want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\nY'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\nAnd we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\nWe stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\nSo take some advice (What?), there's three bears\nCashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\nSlay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\nAnd them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\nMama used to take trips to face to face\nNow it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\nWe gon' walk the path that mama laid\nWe fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n-Gunshots","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.47] Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface\n[00:04.92] Yeah, we about to switch faces\n[00:07.16] It's goin' down, right here, right here tonight, dog\n[00:10.80] Face Mob in New York City\n[00:13.07] Huh? Holla at your goddamn boy\n[00:15.63] Don't fuck with me\n[00:16.86] Don't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n[00:18.77] 'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n[00:21.41] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n[00:23.69] Doin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\n[00:25.93] Steady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\n[00:28.82] You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n[00:31.07] I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n[00:34.02] Daily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\n[00:36.63] Second, especially, you want it, you\n[00:38.44] Got it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\n[00:40.43] The nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\n[00:43.09] You fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\n[00:45.59] I'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\n[00:48.19] Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\n[00:50.96] Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n[00:53.46] You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\n[00:56.13] Exposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\n[00:58.74] Reality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\n[01:01.34] And niggas'll be to see you while your\n[01:03.02] People got you rested, I'm reckless\n[01:04.97] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[01:06.79] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[01:09.90] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[01:12.04] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[01:14.41] I remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\n[01:17.37] With them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\n[01:19.96] That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n[01:22.57] Dana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\n[01:24.97] Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\n[01:26.93] They wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\n[01:30.20] I settle crimes with metal nines\n[01:31.73] And I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\n[01:33.70] All over the street like yellow lines\n[01:35.62] Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n[01:38.23] Acknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n[01:40.14] I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n[01:43.44] I'm hittin' these fiends lovely\n[01:44.71] My shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\n[01:47.56] And plus they tool box two Glocks\n[01:49.58] In case I gotta bump a few cops off\n[01:52.16] You know how we do in Staten Island\n[01:53.99] This is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n[01:56.87] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[01:59.25] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:02.48] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[02:04.54] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[02:07.12] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\n[02:10.43] You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\n[02:12.48] Who woulda ever thought this nigga\n[02:13.57] That we sat down at our table and fed\n[02:15.45] Would roll on the street and on with\n[02:16.86] The feds, I used to love this nigga\n[02:19.16] Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\n[02:22.94] Fuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\n[02:26.30] And I'm about to snap that wire\n[02:28.06] We want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\n[02:30.51] Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n[02:33.57] And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\n[02:36.44] We stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\n[02:38.78] So take some advice (What?), there's three bears\n[02:41.01] Cashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\n[02:43.65] Slay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\n[02:45.82] And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n[02:49.41] Mama used to take trips to face to face\n[02:51.76] Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n[02:55.06] We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n[02:57.05] We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n[02:59.91] -Gunshots\n[03:01.87] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Face Off\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. 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Holla at your goddamn boy\n  Don't fuck with me\n  Don't get this shit crunk up in here, K\n  'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit\n\n  I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas\n\n  Doin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday\n  Steady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up\n  You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up\n  I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya\n\n  Daily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker\n  Second, especially, you want it, you\n  Got it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime\n  The nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline\n  You fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate\n  I'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins\n  Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit\n  Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit\n\n  You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it\n  Exposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it\n  Reality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it\n  And niggas'll be to see you while your\n  People got you rested, I'm reckless\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\n  I remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds\n  With them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants\n  That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era\n\n  Dana Dane, rope chains with the thick knit sweaters\n  Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say?\n  They wanna see me pay, motherfucker, this is G.F.K\n  I settle crimes with metal nines\n  And I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains\n  All over the street like yellow lines\n  Marshmallow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones\n  Acknowledge the throne, it's pretty tone\n\n  I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary\n  I'm hittin' these fiends lovely\n  My shit be extra heavy like construction workers in Timbs\n  And plus they tool box two Glocks\n  In case I gotta bump a few cops off\n\n  You know how we do in Staten Island\n  This is Gaten Island, nigga, not a non-violence sticker\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n\n  I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed\n  You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed\n  Who woulda ever thought this nigga\n  That we sat down at our table and fed\n  Would roll on the street and on with\n  The feds, I used to love this nigga\n  Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga\n  Fuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire\n  And I'm about to snap that wire\n\n  We want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc money\n  Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did\n  And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did\n  We stickin' niggas like New York cops with plungers\n  So take some advice (What?), there's three bears\n  Cashmere down with twelve gauges under the table\n  Slay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)\n  And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones that paid you, buddy\n\n  Mama used to take trips to face to face\n  Now it's face to face, Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay\n  We gon' walk the path that mama laid\n  We fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave\n  -Gunshots\n"}]