[{"id":34612878,"name":"You Better Believe It","trackName":"You Better Believe It","artistName":"DJ Muggs","albumName":"Muggs Presents Soul Assassins, Chapter II","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\n\nYeah, we keep it bouncin' like\n\nYeah, uh, we keep it movin' like\nListen, listen, look\nThe most wanted man in America\nI soul assassinate your character\nQuickly embarrass ya, it's easy as fuck\nPressin' my buttons, nigga, is just like pressin' your luck\nChina white, a hundred percent, pure uncut\nDetonate, literal weight, I'm blowin' shit up\nGo ahead, make a mistake and throw that punch\n\nI'ma pull this .44 mag and make it strip\nThen walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit\nMake it complete, I yell \"Damn!\" shoot at your feet\nNiggas be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep\nSince you a bitch, you came back with it for more cash\nBaseball both of your legs and cripple your ass\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYeah, yeah\nMost of the time I'm totin' the nine\nIn my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\nI write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\nLast seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\nPeep the design, make your remains hard to find\nI ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\nMost niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\nRemain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nWe sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\nSaddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\nI'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\nIt's relative and all positively negative\nIt's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\nWhile I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\nAssassinate the soul and bring life\nA fascinatin' flow by King Trife\nListen, I'm in a fucked up position\nMy baby mama keep bitchin'\nNiggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\nNot to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\nSo why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\nPlus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\nCall theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\nWe mark, cost me to pay that tax\nPunch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nSoul Assassin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Better Believe It\n  artist: DJ Muggs\n  album: Muggs Presents Soul Assassins, Chapter II\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, we keep it bouncin' like\n\n  Yeah, uh, we keep it movin' like\n  Listen, listen, look\n  The most wanted man in America\n  I soul assassinate your character\n  Quickly embarrass ya, it's easy as fuck\n  Pressin' my buttons, nigga, is just like pressin' your luck\n  China white, a hundred percent, pure uncut\n  Detonate, literal weight, I'm blowin' shit up\n  Go ahead, make a mistake and throw that punch\n\n  I'ma pull this .44 mag and make it strip\n  Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit\n  Make it complete, I yell \"Damn!\" shoot at your feet\n  Niggas be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep\n  Since you a bitch, you came back with it for more cash\n  Baseball both of your legs and cripple your ass\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Most of the time I'm totin' the nine\n  In my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\n  I write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\n  Last seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\n  Peep the design, make your remains hard to find\n  I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\n  Most niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\n  Remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  We sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\n  Saddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\n  I'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\n  It's relative and all positively negative\n  It's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\n  While I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\n  Assassinate the soul and bring life\n  A fascinatin' flow by King Trife\n  Listen, I'm in a fucked up position\n  My baby mama keep bitchin'\n  Niggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\n  Not to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\n  So why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\n  Plus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\n  Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\n  We mark, cost me to pay that tax\n  Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Soul 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you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYeah, yeah\nMost of the time I'm totin' the nine\nIn my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\nI write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\nLast seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\nPeep the design, make your remains hard to find\nI ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\nMost niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\nRemain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nWe sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\nSaddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\nI'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\nIt's relative and all positively negative\nIt's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\nWhile I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\nAssassinate the soul and bring life\nA fascinatin' flow by King Trife\nListen, I'm in a fucked up position\nMy baby mama keep bitchin'\nNiggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\nNot to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\nSo why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\nPlus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\nCall theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\nWe mark, cost me to pay that tax\nPunch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nSoul Assassin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Better Believe It\n  artist: DJ Muggs\n  album: Muggs Presents Soul Assassins, Chapter II\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, we keep it bouncin' like\n\n  Yeah, uh, we keep it movin' like\n  Listen, listen, look\n  The most wanted man in America\n  I soul assassinate your character\n  Quickly embarrass ya, it's easy as fuck\n  Pressin' my buttons, nigga, is just like pressin' your luck\n  China white, a hundred percent, pure uncut\n  Detonate, literal weight, I'm blowin' shit up\n  Go ahead, make a mistake and throw that punch\n\n  I'ma pull this .44 mag and make it strip\n  Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit\n  Make it complete, I yell \"Damn!\" shoot at your feet\n  Niggas be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep\n  Since you a bitch, you came back with it for more cash\n  Baseball both of your legs and cripple your ass\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Most of the time I'm totin' the nine\n  In my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\n  I write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\n  Last seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\n  Peep the design, make your remains hard to find\n  I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\n  Most niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\n  Remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  We sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\n  Saddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\n  I'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\n  It's relative and all positively negative\n  It's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\n  While I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\n  Assassinate the soul and bring life\n  A fascinatin' flow by King Trife\n  Listen, I'm in a fucked up position\n  My baby mama keep bitchin'\n  Niggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\n  Not to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\n  So why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\n  Plus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\n  Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\n  We mark, cost me to pay that tax\n  Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Soul 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we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYeah, yeah\nMost of the time I'm totin' the nine\nIn my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\nI write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\nLast seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\nPeep the design, make your remains hard to find\nI ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\nMost niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\nRemain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nWe sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\nSaddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\nI'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\nIt's relative and all positively negative\nIt's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\nWhile I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\nAssassinate the soul and bring life\nA fascinatin' flow by King Trife\nListen, I'm in a fucked up position\nMy baby mama keep bitchin'\nNiggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\nNot to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\nSo why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\nPlus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\nCall theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\nWe mark, cost me to pay that tax\nPunch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\nIt ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\nForever hardcore, so you better believe it\nIn all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\nMove units the same way I used to move crack\nYou'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\nAnd we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\nSoul Assassin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: You Better Believe It\n  artist: DJ Muggs\n  album: Soul Assassins II\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Yeah, we keep it bouncin' like\n\n  Yeah, uh, we keep it movin' like\n  Listen, listen, look\n  The most wanted man in America\n  I soul assassinate your character\n  Quickly embarrass ya, it's easy as fuck\n  Pressin' my buttons, nigga, is just like pressin' your luck\n  China white, a hundred percent, pure uncut\n  Detonate, literal weight, I'm blowin' shit up\n  Go ahead, make a mistake and throw that punch\n\n  I'ma pull this .44 mag and make it strip\n  Then walk down the street naked, some gangsta shit\n  Make it complete, I yell \"Damn!\" shoot at your feet\n  Niggas be weak, I found out you talk in your sleep\n  Since you a bitch, you came back with it for more cash\n  Baseball both of your legs and cripple your ass\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Most of the time I'm totin' the nine\n  In my waistline or behind, it's close to my spine\n  I write these negative rhymes and hateful lines\n  Last seen in a black trench coat at Columbine\n  Peep the design, make your remains hard to find\n  I ain't afraid to exchange fire, just cross this line\n  Most niggas got guns but still don't know how to aim right\n  Remain tight, sleep in a coffin, avoidin' daylight\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  We sit upon a plateau where guns and cash flow\n  Saddam and Castro, terror to the last blow\n  I'm mashed over half these cats you ass know\n  It's relative and all positively negative\n  It's like cuz smashin' his gat, thinkin' he cute\n  While I'm paranoid cookin' that loot, urgin' to shoot\n\n  Assassinate the soul and bring life\n  A fascinatin' flow by King Trife\n  Listen, I'm in a fucked up position\n  My baby mama keep bitchin'\n  Niggas is dry snitchin' and switchin'\n\n  Not to mention my cousin cookin' crack in my kitchen\n  So why the fuck you think my brain cells keep flippin'?\n  Plus most niggas 'round these parts got weak hearts\n  Call theyselves thugs when they let the heat spark\n  We mark, cost me to pay that tax\n  Punch you in the mouth and take that gat, motherfucker\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n  It ain't the dollars, it's the principle of it, so love it or leave it\n  Forever hardcore, so you better believe it\n  In all black, full metal jackets that make you move back\n\n  Move units the same way I used to move crack\n  You'll never stop me 'cause you're movin' too slow\n  And we not the motherfuckers that you thinkin' you know\n\n  Soul Assassin\n"}]