[{"id":11066162,"name":"My Sisters Keeper","trackName":"My Sisters Keeper","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay","albumName":"Hip Hop Frontline","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nI don't really know what y'all think, nigga\nBeef with my sister, I'ma pop if I ain't with her\nKnow that she'll swing so I'll swing like I came with her\nY'all don't like each other 'cause\ny'all fuckin' the same nigga? (Wake up, sis)\nThat's part of the game, nigga\nI guess I gotta teach you bitches\nEither that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\nYou're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\nCall me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\nNever be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\nSomethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\nEven when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\nGo in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\nNya Lee, now leave her alone\nIt's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\nWhen I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\nI'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nYou never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\nPoint blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\nIf you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\nGet your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\nYeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\nWhite Tesla inside blue water\nRims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\nSwag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\nBag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\nLoud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\nI'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\nKeep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\nYou pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\nHot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\nMy shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\nThug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nAyy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\nOur reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\nYou been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\nYeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\nYou bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\nIt seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\nWe'll light you up like a birthday cake\nAnd I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\nLike I'm havin' a good day\nLeave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\nThis ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\nWe girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\nFuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\nBlack bags, black coupes\nBandana on, hangin' out the roof\nWe dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\nWe mean business, big bags on big boots\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Sisters Keeper\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  I don't really know what y'all think, nigga\n  Beef with my sister, I'ma pop if I ain't with her\n  Know that she'll swing so I'll swing like I came with her\n  Y'all don't like each other 'cause\n  y'all fuckin' the same nigga? (Wake up, sis)\n  That's part of the game, nigga\n  I guess I gotta teach you bitches\n  Either that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\n  You're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\n  Call me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\n  Never be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\n  Somethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\n  Even when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\n  Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\n  Nya Lee, now leave her alone\n  It's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\n  When I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\n  I'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\n  Point blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\n  If you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\n  Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\n  Yeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\n  White Tesla inside blue water\n  Rims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\n  Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\n  Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\n  Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\n  I'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\n  Keep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\n  You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\n  Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\n  My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\n  Thug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  Ayy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\n  Our reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\n  You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\n  Yeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\n  You bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\n  It seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\n  We'll light you up like a birthday cake\n  And I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\n  Like I'm havin' a good day\n  Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\n  This ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\n  We girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\n  Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\n  Black bags, black coupes\n  Bandana on, hangin' out the roof\n  We dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\n  We mean business, big bags on big boots\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n"},{"id":5927834,"name":"My Sisters Keeper (feat. 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(Wake up, sis)\nThat's part of the game, nigga\nI guess I gotta teach you bitches\nEither that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\nYou're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\nCall me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\nNever be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\nSomethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\nEven when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\nGo in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\nNya Lee, now leave her alone\nIt's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\nWhen I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\nI'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nYou never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\nPoint blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\nIf you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\nGet your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\nYeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\nWhite Tesla inside blue water\nRims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\nSwag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\nBag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\nLoud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\nI'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\nKeep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\nYou pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\nHot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\nMy shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\nThug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nAyy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\nOur reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\nYou been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\nYeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\nYou bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\nIt seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\nWe'll light you up like a birthday cake\nAnd I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\nLike I'm havin' a good day\nLeave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\nThis ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\nWe girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\nFuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\nBlack bags, black coupes\nBandana on, hangin' out the roof\nWe dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\nWe mean business, big bags on big boots\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Sisters Keeper (feat. Nya Lee, Lexxy, EMC Scotty & Meet Sims)\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  I don't really know what y'all think, nigga\n  Beef with my sister, I'ma pop if I ain't with her\n  Know that she'll swing so I'll swing like I came with her\n  Y'all don't like each other 'cause\n  Y'all fuckin' the same nigga? (Wake up, sis)\n  That's part of the game, nigga\n  I guess I gotta teach you bitches\n  Either that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\n  You're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\n  Call me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\n  Never be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\n  Somethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\n  Even when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\n  Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\n  Nya Lee, now leave her alone\n  It's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\n  When I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\n  I'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\n  Point blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\n  If you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\n  Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\n  Yeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\n  White Tesla inside blue water\n  Rims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\n  Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\n  Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\n  Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\n  I'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\n  Keep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\n  You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\n  Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\n  My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\n  Thug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  Ayy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\n  Our reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\n  You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\n  Yeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\n  You bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\n  It seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\n  We'll light you up like a birthday cake\n  And I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\n  Like I'm havin' a good day\n  Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\n  This ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\n  We girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\n  Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\n  Black bags, black coupes\n  Bandana on, hangin' out the roof\n  We dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\n  We mean business, big bags on big boots\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n"},{"id":5927833,"name":"My Sisters Keeper","trackName":"My Sisters Keeper","artistName":"DJ Kay Slay feat. 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(Wake up, sis)\nThat's part of the game, nigga\nI guess I gotta teach you bitches\nEither that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\nYou're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\nCall me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\nNever be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\nSomethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\nEven when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\nGo in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\nNya Lee, now leave her alone\nIt's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\nWhen I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\nI'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nYou never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\nPoint blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\nIf you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\nGet your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\nYeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\nWhite Tesla inside blue water\nRims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\nSwag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\nBag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\nLoud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\nI'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\nKeep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\nYou pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\nHot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\nMy shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\nThug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nAyy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\nOur reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\nYou been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\nYeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\nYou bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\nIt seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\nWe'll light you up like a birthday cake\nAnd I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\nLike I'm havin' a good day\nLeave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\nThis ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\nWe girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\nFuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\nBlack bags, black coupes\nBandana on, hangin' out the roof\nWe dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\nWe mean business, big bags on big boots\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Sisters Keeper\n  artist: DJ Kay Slay feat. Nya Lee, Lexxy, EMC Scotty & Meet Sims\n  album: Hip Hop Frontline\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  I don't really know what y'all think, nigga\n  Beef with my sister, I'ma pop if I ain't with her\n  Know that she'll swing so I'll swing like I came with her\n  Y'all don't like each other 'cause\n  Y'all fuckin' the same nigga? (Wake up, sis)\n  That's part of the game, nigga\n  I guess I gotta teach you bitches\n  Either that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\n  You're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\n  Call me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\n  Never be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\n  Somethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\n  Even when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\n  Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\n  Nya Lee, now leave her alone\n  It's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\n  When I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\n  I'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\n  Point blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\n  If you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\n  Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\n  Yeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\n  White Tesla inside blue water\n  Rims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\n  Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\n  Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\n  Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\n  I'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\n  Keep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\n  You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\n  Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\n  My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\n  Thug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  Ayy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\n  Our reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\n  You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\n  Yeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\n  You bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\n  It seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\n  We'll light you up like a birthday cake\n  And I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\n  Like I'm havin' a good day\n  Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\n  This ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\n  We girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\n  Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\n  Black bags, black coupes\n  Bandana on, hangin' out the roof\n  We dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\n  We mean business, big bags on big boots\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n"},{"id":11066164,"name":"My Sisters Keeper","trackName":"My Sisters Keeper","artistName":"Kay Slay, DJ feat. 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(Wake up, sis)\nThat's part of the game, nigga\nI guess I gotta teach you bitches\nEither that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\nYou're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\nCall me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\nNever be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\nSomethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\nEven when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\nGo in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\nNya Lee, now leave her alone\nIt's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\nWhen I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\nI'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nYou never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\nPoint blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\nIf you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\nGet your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\nYeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\nWhite Tesla inside blue water\nRims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\nSwag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\nBag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\nLoud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\nI'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\nKeep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\nYou pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\nHot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\nMy shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\nThug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\nAyy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\nOur reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\nYou been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\nYeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\nYou bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\nIt seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\nWe'll light you up like a birthday cake\nAnd I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\nLike I'm havin' a good day\nLeave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\nThis ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\nWe girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\nFuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\nBlack bags, black coupes\nBandana on, hangin' out the roof\nWe dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\nWe mean business, big bags on big boots\n\nIf we came in together then we leavin' together\nIf some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\nGot my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\nIf you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\nTen bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\nWe don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\nSparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\nGoons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Sisters Keeper\n  artist: Kay Slay, DJ feat. 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(Wake up, sis)\n  That's part of the game, nigga\n  I guess I gotta teach you bitches\n  Either that or I'ma chastise, beat you bitches\n  You're like an odd zoo, how your man treat you bitches\n  Call me Vicky, I'll keep our little secret, bitches, huh\n  Never be with a different clique, man, I'm serious\n  Somethin' happens, I'm never leaving no witnesses\n  Even when it's a business trip, you can catch me with my sis\n  Go in bitches' mouth like we dentists, yeah, you get it, bitch\n  Nya Lee, now leave her alone\n  It's either that or play Beyoncé and ring the alarm\n  When I say I let it ring, man, it ain't on the phone\n  I'm my sister's keeper, bitch, I'ma let it be known\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  You never heard nothin' like me in your fuckin' life\n  Point blank, period, I'm fuckin' nice\n  If you don't know, you gon' know the fuck tonight\n  Get your tape decks ready, turn up my fuckin' mic\n  Yeah, it's Lexxy, you nasty? It's Miss Walker\n  White Tesla inside blue water\n  Rims look like Mike's socks, I named that shit Moonwalker\n  Swag drippin' with my sisters what I do often\n  Bag filled with dead people, Birkin is the new coffin\n  Loud keep the crew coughin', Wraith with the roof off it\n  I'm the truth, straight fire, booth torchin'\n  Keep it funky, don't nobody in your crew want it\n  You pop shit, me and my bitches cop shit\n  Hot shit, white Masi', seats chocolate\n  My shit, yeah, I got the whole spot lit\n  Thug life like I shot up out of Pac's dick\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n\n  Ayy, check it out, I'll handle you in broad day\n  Our reputation is state, no settling, and don't try and call Kay Slay\n  You been talkin' real crazy on the mixtapes\n  Yeah, I listened twice, you can't say it's a mistake\n  You bitchin' out? Well, it's too late\n  It seems you'll only understand the yellow tape\n  We'll light you up like a birthday cake\n  And I'ma give it to you smilin', you hear me?\n  Like I'm havin' a good day\n  Leave you wheeze where the trees at, pull out the ski mask\n  This ain't a stick-up, we just think fast, that thing go click-clack\n  We girls that's straight gang, we don't let no time pass\n  Fuck with her, you fuck with me, before we whoopin' ass, yo\n  Black bags, black coupes\n  Bandana on, hangin' out the roof\n  We dress in all black, if that don't work, we just shoot\n  We mean business, big bags on big boots\n\n  If we came in together then we leavin' together\n  If some shit pop off, then we beefin' together\n  Got my hammer in the ride and a piece in the sweater\n  If you knew our reputation then you should've known better then\n  Ten bad bitches, ten hitters when they let us in\n  We don't pop bottles, we just pop up and we handle it\n  Sparks flyin' off your bitch wig 'til you let 'em in\n  Goons outside, try and dead it for a settlement, yeah\n"}]