[{"id":33655741,"name":"P.E. 2000","trackName":"P.E. 2000","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\nI'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\nLet's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\nYou got to keep bubblin on em\nPlatinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\nHey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n\"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\nI said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice\nYou public enemy number one right now\nBut Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n\nLet's go\nThat's that shit right here, whom shall I fear\nThrow your guns in the air\nSocialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\nCause i'm that enemy that you can't see\nBut you wanna be you ain't shit to me\nPlaya, It ain't hard for you to get to me\nPlaya, my real dogs they'll spit for me\nSo if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\nI've seen em come and I've seen em part\nIf you ain't want beef then why did you start?\nFront from the light catch shots after dark\nSuffer, duck or you'll catch these\nOn the spot, red dots make em all believe\nAin't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\nSee I do the things that they can't achieve\nSo don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing\nBets on that you'll be disgracing\nMore hotter than the sun\nI'm living on the run\nBecause i'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nLet me ask you, what you got against me?\nIs it my girl or is it the bentley?\nIs it my house or maybe its all three\nI just came up and you're all against me\nNow ask yourself, why is he number one?\nNow ask yourself, who's done what he's done?\nThen ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\nYou think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\nAlways with God and I don't swing solo\nNever back down when I gotta throw dolo\nWanna see me out, but I just won't go though\nPretty young things wanna have my photo\nOne in the room hangin' on the wall\nIn rememberance that I rocked 'em all\nGot no time for those that think small\nGrill me in the club cause they can't ball\nHate shot callers\nHate them ballers\nBack in control now I call orders\nIt's no fun fleeing under the gun\nCause they got me public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nAll you suckers, liars, court testifiers\nWanna infiltrate and break my empire\nI spit lines, hit rhymes\nKeep dimes sweating\nGiving them the juice that they're not gettin'\nA bona fide playa, now who got the flavor\nA non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\nI'm the life saver, the New York mayor\nBefore you try me, you better say your prayers\nMy word to the wise is: \"Do not cry\"\nYou know that i'm gone then say don't die\nI take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\nThought it was over but I crept from behind\nWanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\nAlmost 2000 and running out of time\nAlmost to the point when I wanna bust nines\nA lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine\nSoldiers in position all on the front line\nDon't make a move till I give them the sign\nKnown as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\nBecause i'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nYeah yeah, that's right Puff\nThat's what I'm talkin about love\nSparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers\nThese niggas is walkin around like little bitches\nTalkin about what you got and what they ain't got\nThey got a little jealous and wanna bring you down\nBut fuck dat, they just mad\nCause you got all the ladies\nAnd you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys\nYou know? and thats just the way the story goes\nAnd thats just the way the story goes\nFuck you niggas and hoes\n\nYou think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\nHaha picture that... number one, number one, number one\nB-I-G forever... rock on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.84] Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\n[00:06.18] I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\n[00:08.94] Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n[00:12.48] You got to keep bubblin on em\n[00:14.14] Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\n[00:17.74] Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n[00:20.39] \"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\n[00:23.79] I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice\n[00:28.85] You public enemy number one right now\n[00:31.24] But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n[00:35.21] Let's go\n[00:35.43] That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear\n[00:38.26] Throw your guns in the air\n[00:40.05] Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\n[00:43.95] Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see\n[00:46.90] But you wanna be you ain't shit to me\n[00:49.26] Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me\n[00:51.60] Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me\n[00:54.09] So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\n[00:56.76] I've seen em come and I've seen em part\n[00:59.18] If you ain't want beef then why did you start?\n[01:01.47] Front from the light catch shots after dark\n[01:03.92] Suffer, duck or you'll catch these\n[01:06.12] On the spot, red dots make em all believe\n[01:08.57] Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n[01:10.96] See I do the things that they can't achieve\n[01:13.14] So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing\n[01:15.86] Bets on that you'll be disgracing\n[01:18.11] More hotter than the sun\n[01:19.37] I'm living on the run\n[01:20.38] Because i'm public enemy number one\n[01:22.86] One, One, One, One, One\n[01:27.15] One, One, One, One, One\n[01:32.33] Let me ask you, what you got against me?\n[01:34.94] Is it my girl or is it the bentley?\n[01:37.30] Is it my house or maybe its all three\n[01:39.68] I just came up and you're all against me\n[01:42.04] Now ask yourself, why is he number one?\n[01:44.39] Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done?\n[01:46.73] Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n[01:49.18] You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n[01:51.61] Always with God and I don't swing solo\n[01:54.06] Never back down when I gotta throw dolo\n[01:56.45] Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n[01:58.86] Pretty young things wanna have my photo\n[02:01.12] One in the room hangin' on the wall\n[02:03.15] In rememberance that I rocked 'em all\n[02:05.93] Got no time for those that think small\n[02:08.32] Grill me in the club cause they can't ball\n[02:10.74] Hate shot callers\n[02:11.90] Hate them ballers\n[02:13.10] Back in control now I call orders\n[02:15.32] It's no fun fleeing under the gun\n[02:17.52] Cause they got me public enemy number one\n[02:20.63] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:24.39] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:31.08] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers\n[02:34.67] Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n[02:36.85] I spit lines, hit rhymes\n[02:38.10] Keep dimes sweating\n[02:39.33] Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n[02:41.54] A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor\n[02:43.96] A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n[02:46.39] I'm the life saver, the New York mayor\n[02:48.68] Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n[02:50.90] My word to the wise is: \"Do not cry\"\n[02:53.49] You know that i'm gone then say don't die\n[02:55.86] I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\n[02:58.34] Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n[03:00.79] Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\n[03:03.19] Almost 2000 and running out of time\n[03:05.53] Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n[03:07.80] A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine\n[03:10.26] Soldiers in position all on the front line\n[03:12.69] Don't make a move till I give them the sign\n[03:15.07] Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\n[03:17.79] Because i'm public enemy number one\n[03:20.14] One, One, One, One, One\n[03:23.90] One, One, One, One, One\n[03:29.41] Yeah yeah, that's right Puff\n[03:30.99] That's what I'm talkin about love\n[03:33.31] Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers\n[03:36.02] These niggas is walkin around like little bitches\n[03:39.30] Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got\n[03:42.33] They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down\n[03:45.75] But fuck dat, they just mad\n[03:47.70] Cause you got all the ladies\n[03:49.32] And you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys\n[03:54.12] You know? and thats just the way the story goes\n[03:58.45] And thats just the way the story goes\n[04:02.72] Fuck you niggas and hoes\n[04:05.56] You think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\n[04:07.90] Haha picture that... number one, number one, number one\n[04:21.20] B-I-G forever... rock on\n[04:34.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey yo Puff, check 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the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nOnce again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\nRemarkable timin'\nTryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\nBottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\nY'all finish\nHence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\nLouie Vittons, skunk on the back\nThe flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\nFuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\nOn some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\nSoft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\nEvery time, the law got too many loops\nFuck my bitches in groups menaga\nPimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\nJets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\nMillion dollar bracelets\nYour favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (instrumental)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 293802\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":11691121,"name":"P.E. 2000","trackName":"P.E. 2000","artistName":"Diddy & Hurricane G","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future foreseen\nKeep the city how for Louie XIV\nRob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\nUncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\nThe overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\nNext year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\nmotherfuckas\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nOnce again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\nRemarkable timin'\nTryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\nBottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\nY'all finish\nHence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\nLouie Vittons, skunk on the back\nThe flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\nFuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\nOn some top 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don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":9328107,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Bilingual Version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Bilingual Version)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future foreseen\nKeep 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Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\nOn some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\nSoft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\nEvery time, the law got too many loops\nFuck my bitches in groups menaga\nPimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\nJets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\nMillion dollar bracelets\nYour favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (Bilingual Version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":9328108,"name":"P.E. 2000 (English Version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (English Version)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\nI'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\nLet's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\nYou got to keep bubblin on em\nPlatinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\nHey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n\"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\nI said yo, the brother dont swear he nice, he knows he nice\nYou public enemy number one right now\nBut fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n\nLet's go\nThat's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\nThrow your guns in the air\nSocialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\n'Cause I'm that enemy (that's right) that you can't see (can't see)\nBut you wanna be you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\nPlaya, It ain't hard for you to get to me\n\nPlaya (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\nSo if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\nI've seen em come and I've seen em part\nIf you ain't want beef then why did you start? (why did you start)\nFront from the light catch shots after dark (yeah, yeah)\nSuffer, duck or you'll catch these\nOn the spot, red dots make em all believe\n\nAin't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\nSee I do the things that they can't achieve (come on)\nSo don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing (yeah)\nBets on that you'll be disgracing (that's right)\nMore hotter than the sun\nI'm living on the run (come on)\nBecause (yeah) I'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One (yeah)\n\nLet me ask you, what you got against me? (what you got against me)\nIs it my girl or is it the Bentley?\nIs it my house or maybe its all three\nI just came up and you're all against me (come on)\nNow ask yourself, why is he number one? (why)\nNow ask yourself, who's done what he's done? (who's done)\nThen ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n\nYou think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\nAlways with God and I don't swing solo (always with God)\nNever back down when I gotta throw dolo\nWanna see me out, but I just won't go though\nPretty young girls wanna have my photo (yeah)\nOne in the room hangin' on the wall\nIn remembrance that I rocked 'em all\n\nGot no time for those that think small (ah)\nGrill me in the club cause they can't ball (can't)\nHate shot callers\nHate them ballers (hate them)\nBack in control now I call orders\nIt's no fun fleeing under the gun\nCause they got me public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nAll you suckers, liars, court testifiers (suckers)\nWanna infiltrate and break my empire\nI spit lines, hit rhymes\nKeep dimes sweating (yeah)\nGiving them the juice that they're not gettin'\nA bona fide playa, now who got the flavor (playa)\nA nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n\nI'm the life saver, the New York mayor (that's right)\nBefore you try me, you better say your prayers\nMy word to the wise is: \"do not cry\" (don't cry)\nYou know that I'm gone then say don't die (don't die)\nI take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme (yeah)\nThought it was over but I crept from behind\nWanna try to stop me from speaking my mind (yeah)\n\nAlmost 2000 and running out of time (yeah)\nAlmost to the point when I wanna bust nines\nA lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine (trust mine)\nSoldiers in position all on the front line (yeah)\nDon't make a move till I give them the sign\nKnown as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\nOur public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nYeah yeah (ah), that's right Puff\nThat's what I'm talkin about love (yeah)\nSparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers (eh-eh)\nThese niggas is walkin around (yeah), like little bitches (eh-eh)\nTalkin about what you got and what they ain't got (yeah)\nThey got a little jealous (eh-eh) and wanna bring you down\n\nBut fuck dat (yeah), they just mad\nCause you got all the ladies (eh-eh)\nAnd you pushin them Bentleys (yeah), not Mercedes, Bentleys (eh-eh)\nYou know? and thats just the way(yeah), the story goes (eh-eh)\nAnd thats just the way the story goes (yeah)\nFuck you niggas and hoes\n\nYou think I'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\nHaha picture that\nNumber one\nNumber one\nNumber one\nBIG forever, rock on","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.14] Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\n[00:06.06] I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\n[00:08.61] Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n[00:12.41] You got to keep bubblin on em\n[00:14.45] Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\n[00:17.70] Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n[00:20.34] \"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\n[00:23.52] I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice, he knows he nice\n[00:28.77] You public enemy number one right now\n[00:31.41] But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n[00:34.13] Let's go\n[00:35.52] That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\n[00:38.63] Throw your guns in the air\n[00:40.11] Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\n[00:44.24] 'Cause I'm that enemy (that's right) that you can't see (can't see)\n[00:47.38] But you wanna be you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\n[00:49.40] Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me\n[00:51.88] Playa (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\n[00:54.18] So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\n[00:56.55] I've seen em come and I've seen em part\n[00:59.24] If you ain't want beef then why did you start? (why did you start)\n[01:01.70] Front from the light catch shots after dark (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.94] Suffer, duck or you'll catch these\n[01:06.01] On the spot, red dots make em all believe\n[01:08.69] Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n[01:10.76] See I do the things that they can't achieve (come on)\n[01:13.42] So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing (yeah)\n[01:15.62] Bets on that you'll be disgracing (that's right)\n[01:18.04] More hotter than the sun\n[01:19.19] I'm living on the run (come on)\n[01:20.44] Because (yeah) I'm public enemy number one\n[01:23.19] One, One, One, One, One\n[01:26.94] One, One, One, One, One (yeah)\n[01:32.34] Let me ask you, what you got against me? (what you got against me)\n[01:34.79] Is it my girl or is it the Bentley?\n[01:37.09] Is it my house or maybe its all three\n[01:39.65] I just came up and you're all against me (come on)\n[01:41.84] Now ask yourself, why is he number one? (why)\n[01:44.41] Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? (who's done)\n[01:46.63] Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n[01:48.87] You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n[01:51.26] Always with God and I don't swing solo (always with God)\n[01:53.65] Never back down when I gotta throw dolo\n[01:56.20] Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n[01:58.66] Pretty young girls wanna have my photo (yeah)\n[02:00.80] One in the room hangin' on the wall\n[02:03.30] In remembrance that I rocked 'em all\n[02:06.16] Got no time for those that think small (ah)\n[02:08.38] Grill me in the club cause they can't ball (can't)\n[02:10.67] Hate shot callers\n[02:11.72] Hate them ballers (hate them)\n[02:13.12] Back in control now I call orders\n[02:15.47] It's no fun fleeing under the gun\n[02:17.66] Cause they got me public enemy number one\n[02:20.24] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:24.06] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:30.92] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers (suckers)\n[02:34.46] Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n[02:36.88] I spit lines, hit rhymes\n[02:37.96] Keep dimes sweating (yeah)\n[02:39.16] Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n[02:41.44] A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor (playa)\n[02:43.64] A nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n[02:46.00] I'm the life saver, the New York mayor (that's right)\n[02:48.09] Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n[02:50.94] My word to the wise is: \"do not cry\" (don't cry)\n[02:53.19] You know that I'm gone then say don't die (don't die)\n[02:55.54] I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme (yeah)\n[02:58.09] Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n[03:00.51] Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind (yeah)\n[03:02.76] Almost 2000 and running out of time (yeah)\n[03:05.16] Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n[03:07.56] A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine (trust mine)\n[03:09.92] Soldiers in position all on the front line (yeah)\n[03:12.35] Don't make a move till I give them the sign\n[03:14.84] Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\n[03:17.63] Our public enemy number one\n[03:19.94] One, One, One, One, One\n[03:23.71] One, One, One, One, One\n[03:29.00] Yeah yeah (ah), that's right Puff\n[03:31.01] That's what I'm talkin about love (yeah)\n[03:33.32] Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers (eh-eh)\n[03:36.23] These niggas is walkin around (yeah), like little bitches (eh-eh)\n[03:39.59] Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got (yeah)\n[03:42.58] They got a little jealous (eh-eh) and wanna bring you down\n[03:45.68] But fuck dat (yeah), they just mad\n[03:47.65] Cause you got all the ladies (eh-eh)\n[03:49.50] And you pushin them Bentleys (yeah), not Mercedes, Bentleys (eh-eh)\n[03:54.33] You know? and thats just the way(yeah), the story goes (eh-eh)\n[03:57.95] And thats just the way the story goes (yeah)\n[04:02.46] Fuck you niggas and hoes\n[04:04.69] You think I'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\n[04:11.28] Haha picture that\n[04:14.50] Number one\n[04:17.19] Number one\n[04:19.47] Number one\n[04:24.15] BIG forever, rock on\n[04:51.89] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (English Version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\n  start_ms: 4140\n  end_ms: 6060\n- text: I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\n  start_ms: 6060\n  end_ms: 8610\n- text: Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n  start_ms: 8610\n  end_ms: 12410\n- text: You got to keep bubblin on em\n  start_ms: 12410\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17700\n- text: Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n  start_ms: 17700\n  end_ms: 20340\n- text: '\"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"'\n  start_ms: 20340\n  end_ms: 23520\n- text: I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice, he knows he nice\n  start_ms: 23520\n  end_ms: 28770\n- text: You public enemy number one right now\n  start_ms: 28770\n  end_ms: 31410\n- text: But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n  start_ms: 31410\n  end_ms: 34130\n- text: Let's go\n  start_ms: 34130\n  end_ms: 35520\n- text: That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\n  start_ms: 35520\n  end_ms: 38630\n- text: Throw your guns in the air\n  start_ms: 38630\n  end_ms: 40110\n- text: Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\n  start_ms: 40110\n  end_ms: 44240\n- text: '''Cause I''m that enemy (that''s right) that you can''t see (can''t see)'\n  start_ms: 44240\n  end_ms: 47380\n- text: But you wanna be you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\n  start_ms: 47380\n  end_ms: 49400\n- text: Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me\n  start_ms: 49400\n  end_ms: 51880\n- text: Playa (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\n  start_ms: 51880\n  end_ms: 54180\n- text: So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\n  start_ms: 54180\n  end_ms: 56550\n- text: I've seen em come and I've seen em part\n  start_ms: 56550\n  end_ms: 59240\n- text: If you ain't want beef then why did you start? 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(who's done)\n  Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n\n  You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n  Always with God and I don't swing solo (always with God)\n  Never back down when I gotta throw dolo\n  Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n  Pretty young girls wanna have my photo (yeah)\n  One in the room hangin' on the wall\n  In remembrance that I rocked 'em all\n\n  Got no time for those that think small (ah)\n  Grill me in the club cause they can't ball (can't)\n  Hate shot callers\n  Hate them ballers (hate them)\n  Back in control now I call orders\n  It's no fun fleeing under the gun\n  Cause they got me public enemy number one\n\n  One, One, One, One, One\n  One, One, One, One, One\n\n  All you suckers, liars, court testifiers (suckers)\n  Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n  I spit lines, hit rhymes\n  Keep dimes sweating (yeah)\n  Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n  A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor (playa)\n  A nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n\n  I'm the life saver, the New York mayor (that's right)\n  Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n  My word to the wise is: \"do not cry\" (don't cry)\n  You know that I'm gone then say don't die (don't die)\n  I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme (yeah)\n  Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n  Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind (yeah)\n\n  Almost 2000 and running out of time (yeah)\n  Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n  A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine (trust mine)\n  Soldiers in position all on the front line (yeah)\n  Don't make a move till I give them the sign\n  Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\n  Our public enemy number one\n\n  One, One, One, One, One\n  One, One, One, One, One\n\n  Yeah yeah (ah), that's right Puff\n  That's what I'm talkin about love (yeah)\n  Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers (eh-eh)\n  These niggas is walkin around (yeah), like little bitches (eh-eh)\n  Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got (yeah)\n  They got a little jealous (eh-eh) and wanna bring you down\n\n  But fuck dat (yeah), they just mad\n  Cause you got all the ladies (eh-eh)\n  And you pushin them Bentleys (yeah), not Mercedes, Bentleys (eh-eh)\n  You know? and thats just the way(yeah), the story goes (eh-eh)\n  And thats just the way the story goes (yeah)\n  Fuck you niggas and hoes\n\n  You think I'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\n  Haha picture that\n  Number one\n  Number one\n  Number one\n  BIG forever, rock on\n"},{"id":9328110,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these\nmutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas\nyou got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck\nthese niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n\"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice \" I said yo\nhe don't swear he nice he knows he nice.\nYou Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit\nthat hydro-ghetto shit,\n\n(Puffy)\nLets go,\nthats that beat right here\nwho should I fear\nthrow your hand in the air\nsocialise, get down, let your soouulll lead the way\ncause i'm that enemy that you can't see\nwho you wanna be, you ain't shit to me\nIt ain't hard for you to get to me\nplaya, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me\nso if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\nI've seen em come and i've seen em part\nIf you ain't want beef then why did you start?\nFront from the light catch shots after dark\nsuffer duck or you'll catch these\non the spot, red dots make em all believe\nain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\nsee I do the things that they can't achieve\nso don't start bassin' an' i'll start pacing\nbets on that you'll be discracing\nmore hotter than the sun,\nI'm living on the run\nbecause i'm Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)\n\none, one, one one,\none, one, one\none, one, one\n\nlet me ask you, what you got against me?\nis it my girl or is it the Bentley?\nis it my house? or maybe its all three\nI just came up and you're all against me\nnow ask yourself, why is he number one?\nnow ask yourself, who's done what he's done\nthen ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run\nyou think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n\nalways with God and I don't swing solo,\nnever back down when I got a throw dolo\nwanna see me out, but I just won't go though\npretty young thing wanna have my photo\none in the room hangin' on the wall\nin rememberance that I rocked them all\ngot no time for those that think small\ngrill me in the club cause they can't ball\nhate shot callers,\nhate them ballers,\nback in control now I call orders\nit's no fun fleeing under the gun,\nbecause they got me Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus\n\nAll you suckers, liars,\ncaught at the fires,\nwanna infiltrate and break my empire\nI spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating\ngiving them the juice thast their not gettin'\na bonafide playa, now who got the flavour\na non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer\nI'm the life saver, the New york mayor\nbefore you try me, you better say your prayers\nmy word to the wise is \"Do not cry,\"\nyou know that i'm gone then say don't die\nI take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\nthought it was over but I crept from behind,\nwanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\nalmost 2000 and running out of time\nalmost to the point when I wanna bust nines\na lot of straight faces, I can only trust mine\nsoldiers in positions, all on the front line\ndon't make a move till I give them the sign\nknown as the poetical, lyrical miracle son\nbecause i'm Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus\n\nYeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love,\nsparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'\nfoul like, talking about what you got and what they ain't got,\nthey wanna bring you down.\n\n(beat fades)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these\n  mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas\n  you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck\n  these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n  \"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice \" I said yo\n  he don't swear he nice he knows he nice.\n  You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit\n  that hydro-ghetto shit,\n\n  (Puffy)\n  Lets go,\n  thats that beat right here\n  who should I fear\n  throw your hand in the air\n  socialise, get down, let your soouulll lead the way\n  cause i'm that enemy that you can't see\n  who you wanna be, you ain't shit to me\n  It ain't hard for you to get to me\n  playa, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me\n  so if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\n  I've seen em come and i've seen em part\n  If you ain't want beef then why did you start?\n  Front from the light catch shots after dark\n  suffer duck or you'll catch these\n  on the spot, red dots make em all believe\n  ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n  see I do the things that they can't achieve\n  so don't start bassin' an' i'll start pacing\n  bets on that you'll be discracing\n  more hotter than the sun,\n  I'm living on the run\n  because i'm Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)\n\n  one, one, one one,\n  one, one, one\n  one, one, one\n\n  let me ask you, what you got against me?\n  is it my girl or is it the Bentley?\n  is it my house? or maybe its all three\n  I just came up and you're all against me\n  now ask yourself, why is he number one?\n  now ask yourself, who's done what he's done\n  then ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run\n  you think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n\n  always with God and I don't swing solo,\n  never back down when I got a throw dolo\n  wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n  pretty young thing wanna have my photo\n  one in the room hangin' on the wall\n  in rememberance that I rocked them all\n  got no time for those that think small\n  grill me in the club cause they can't ball\n  hate shot callers,\n  hate them ballers,\n  back in control now I call orders\n  it's no fun fleeing under the gun,\n  because they got me Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus\n\n  All you suckers, liars,\n  caught at the fires,\n  wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n  I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating\n  giving them the juice thast their not gettin'\n  a bonafide playa, now who got the flavour\n  a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer\n  I'm the life saver, the New york mayor\n  before you try me, you better say your prayers\n  my word to the wise is \"Do not cry,\"\n  you know that i'm gone then say don't die\n  I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\n  thought it was over but I crept from behind,\n  wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\n  almost 2000 and running out of time\n  almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n  a lot of straight faces, I can only trust mine\n  soldiers in positions, all on the front line\n  don't make a move till I give them the sign\n  known as the poetical, lyrical miracle son\n  because i'm Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love,\n  sparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'\n  foul like, talking about what you got and what they ain't got,\n  they wanna bring you down.\n\n  (beat fades)\n"},{"id":9328111,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Spanish Version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Spanish Version)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future foreseen\nKeep the city how for Louie XIV\nRob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\nUncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\nThe overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\nNext year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\nmotherfuckas\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nOnce again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\nRemarkable timin'\nTryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\nBottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\nY'all finish\nHence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\nLouie Vittons, skunk on the back\nThe flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\nFuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\nOn some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\nSoft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\nEvery time, the law got too many loops\nFuck my bitches in groups menaga\nPimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\nJets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\nMillion dollar bracelets\nYour favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (Spanish Version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got 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the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to 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front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You 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morphine\nThe overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\nNext year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\nmotherfuckas\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nOnce again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\nRemarkable timin'\nTryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\nBottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\nY'all finish\nHence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\nLouie Vittons, skunk on the back\nThe flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\nFuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, 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in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":28992465,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Bilingual version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Bilingual version)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future 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my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":28257639,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Lost remix)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Lost remix)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they 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right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for 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duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":21350472,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"P.E. 2000 (Single)","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these\nmutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas\nyou got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck\nthese niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n\"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice \" I said yo\nhe don't swear he nice he knows he nice.\nYou Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit\nthat hydro-ghetto shit,\n\n(Puffy)\nLets go,\nthats that beat right here\nwho should I fear\nthrow your hand in the air\nsocialise, get down, let your soouulll lead the way\ncause i'm that enemy that you can't see\nwho you wanna be, you ain't shit to me\nIt ain't hard for you to get to me\nplaya, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me\nso if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\nI've seen em come and i've seen em part\nIf you ain't want beef then why did you start?\nFront from the light catch shots after dark\nsuffer duck or you'll catch these\non the spot, red dots make em all believe\nain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\nsee I do the things that they can't achieve\nso don't start bassin' an' i'll start pacing\nbets on that you'll be discracing\nmore hotter than the sun,\nI'm living on the run\nbecause i'm Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)\n\none, one, one one,\none, one, one\none, one, one\n\nlet me ask you, what you got against me?\nis it my girl or is it the Bentley?\nis it my house? or maybe its all three\nI just came up and you're all against me\nnow ask yourself, why is he number one?\nnow ask yourself, who's done what he's done\nthen ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run\nyou think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n\nalways with God and I don't swing solo,\nnever back down when I got a throw dolo\nwanna see me out, but I just won't go though\npretty young thing wanna have my photo\none in the room hangin' on the wall\nin rememberance that I rocked them all\ngot no time for those that think small\ngrill me in the club cause they can't ball\nhate shot callers,\nhate them ballers,\nback in control now I call orders\nit's no fun fleeing under the gun,\nbecause they got me Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus\n\nAll you suckers, liars,\ncaught at the fires,\nwanna infiltrate and break my empire\nI spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating\ngiving them the juice thast their not gettin'\na bonafide playa, now who got the flavour\na non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer\nI'm the life saver, the New york mayor\nbefore you try me, you better say your prayers\nmy word to the wise is \"Do not cry,\"\nyou know that i'm gone then say don't die\nI take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\nthought it was over but I crept from behind,\nwanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\nalmost 2000 and running out of time\nalmost to the point when I wanna bust nines\na lot of straight faces, I can only trust mine\nsoldiers in positions, all on the front line\ndon't make a move till I give them the sign\nknown as the poetical, lyrical miracle son\nbecause i'm Public Enemy number one\n\nChorus\n\nYeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love,\nsparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'\nfoul like, talking about what you got and what they ain't got,\nthey wanna bring you down.\n\n(beat fades)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (Rock Remix)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: P.E. 2000 (Single)\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these\n  mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas\n  you got to keep bubblin' on em platinum doublin' on em fuck\n  these niggas A yo I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n  \"Yeah what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice \" I said yo\n  he don't swear he nice he knows he nice.\n  You Public Enemy number one right now fuck that dash spit\n  that hydro-ghetto shit,\n\n  (Puffy)\n  Lets go,\n  thats that beat right here\n  who should I fear\n  throw your hand in the air\n  socialise, get down, let your soouulll lead the way\n  cause i'm that enemy that you can't see\n  who you wanna be, you ain't shit to me\n  It ain't hard for you to get to me\n  playa, my own dogs, they'll spit fo me\n  so if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\n  I've seen em come and i've seen em part\n  If you ain't want beef then why did you start?\n  Front from the light catch shots after dark\n  suffer duck or you'll catch these\n  on the spot, red dots make em all believe\n  ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n  see I do the things that they can't achieve\n  so don't start bassin' an' i'll start pacing\n  bets on that you'll be discracing\n  more hotter than the sun,\n  I'm living on the run\n  because i'm Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus (singing with beat scratching in the background)\n\n  one, one, one one,\n  one, one, one\n  one, one, one\n\n  let me ask you, what you got against me?\n  is it my girl or is it the Bentley?\n  is it my house? or maybe its all three\n  I just came up and you're all against me\n  now ask yourself, why is he number one?\n  now ask yourself, who's done what he's done\n  then ask yourself, you're fifth of the long run\n  you think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n\n  always with God and I don't swing solo,\n  never back down when I got a throw dolo\n  wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n  pretty young thing wanna have my photo\n  one in the room hangin' on the wall\n  in rememberance that I rocked them all\n  got no time for those that think small\n  grill me in the club cause they can't ball\n  hate shot callers,\n  hate them ballers,\n  back in control now I call orders\n  it's no fun fleeing under the gun,\n  because they got me Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus\n\n  All you suckers, liars,\n  caught at the fires,\n  wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n  I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating\n  giving them the juice thast their not gettin'\n  a bonafide playa, now who got the flavour\n  a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer\n  I'm the life saver, the New york mayor\n  before you try me, you better say your prayers\n  my word to the wise is \"Do not cry,\"\n  you know that i'm gone then say don't die\n  I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\n  thought it was over but I crept from behind,\n  wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\n  almost 2000 and running out of time\n  almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n  a lot of straight faces, I can only trust mine\n  soldiers in positions, all on the front line\n  don't make a move till I give them the sign\n  known as the poetical, lyrical miracle son\n  because i'm Public Enemy number one\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Yeah yeah, thats right Puff, Thats what i'm talking about love,\n  sparklin' and glisten on thes mutherfuckers, these niggas talkin'\n  foul like, talking about what you got and what they ain't got,\n  they wanna bring you down.\n\n  (beat fades)\n"},{"id":11691196,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Lost remix)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Lost remix)","artistName":"Diddy & Hurricane G","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future foreseen\nKeep the city how for Louie XIV\nRob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\nUncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\nThe overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\nNext year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\nmotherfuckas\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nOnce again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\nRemarkable timin'\nTryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\nBottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\nY'all finish\nHence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\nLouie Vittons, skunk on the back\nThe flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\nFuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\nNo lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\nIn the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\nSo how could I not be hot?\nThat's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\nUncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\nI chew coals & spit diamonds\nJacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One\n\nRather its all from the guns to the brawl\nCoke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\nTime runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\nArm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\nFuck bein' broke\nGive that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\nOn to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\nAnd lay up in the trunk for months\nIncrease the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\nStreets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\nMotion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\nY'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\nI love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\nOn some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\nSoft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\nEvery time, the law got too many loops\nFuck my bitches in groups menaga\nPimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\nJets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\nMillion dollar bracelets\nYour favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\nThe hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\nPublic Enemy Number One\nThe plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou can say what you want when you talk about me\nPublic Enemy Number One\nYou know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\nPublic Enemy Number One","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (Lost remix)\n  artist: Diddy & Hurricane G\n  album: P.E. 2000\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number 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You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"},{"id":11691126,"name":"P.E. 2000 (Spanish version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (Spanish version)","artistName":"Diddy & Hurricane G","albumName":"P.E. 2000","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\nSpit on a dial, my Chopard\nSee the reflection of the gods\nSpill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\nMe flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\nAs for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\nDeem these bitches, stay on the penis\nI went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\nGot Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\nSit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\nIn the shoot fest with the law\nGot it all, want more, future foreseen\nKeep the city how for Louie XIV\nRob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more 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here, whom shall I fear\nThrow your guns in the air\nSocialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\nCause i'm that enemy that you can't see\nBut you wanna be you ain't shit to me\nPlaya, It ain't hard for you to get to me\nPlaya, my real dogs they'll spit for me\nSo if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\nI've seen em come and I've seen em part\nIf you ain't want beef then why did you start?\nFront from the light catch shots after dark\nSuffer, duck or you'll catch these\nOn the spot, red dots make em all believe\nAin't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\nSee I do the things that they can't achieve\nSo don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing\nBets on that you'll be disgracing\nMore hotter than the sun\nI'm living on the run\nBecause i'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, One, One, One, One\nOne, One, One, One, One\n\nLet me ask you, what you got against me?\nIs it my girl or is it the bentley?\nIs it my house or maybe its all three\nI just came up and you're all 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bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys\nYou know? and thats just the way the story goes\nAnd thats just the way the story goes\nFuck you niggas and hoes\n\nYou think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\nHaha picture that... number one, number one, number one\nB-I-G forever... rock on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.84] Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\n[00:06.18] I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\n[00:08.94] Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n[00:12.48] You got to keep bubblin on em\n[00:14.14] Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\n[00:17.74] Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n[00:20.39] \"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\n[00:23.79] I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice\n[00:28.85] You public enemy number one right now\n[00:31.24] But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n[00:35.21] Let's go\n[00:35.43] That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear\n[00:38.26] Throw your guns in the 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fleeing under the gun\n[02:17.52] Cause they got me public enemy number one\n[02:20.63] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:24.39] One, One, One, One, One\n[02:31.08] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers\n[02:34.67] Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n[02:36.85] I spit lines, hit rhymes\n[02:38.10] Keep dimes sweating\n[02:39.33] Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n[02:41.54] A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor\n[02:43.96] A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n[02:46.39] I'm the life saver, the New York mayor\n[02:48.68] Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n[02:50.90] My word to the wise is: \"Do not cry\"\n[02:53.49] You know that i'm gone then say don't die\n[02:55.86] I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\n[02:58.34] Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n[03:00.79] Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\n[03:03.19] Almost 2000 and running out of time\n[03:05.53] Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n[03:07.80] A lot of strange 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start_ms: 242720\n  end_ms: 245560\n- text: You think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\n  start_ms: 245560\n  end_ms: 247900\n- text: Haha picture that... number one, number one, number one\n  start_ms: 247900\n  end_ms: 261200\n- text: B-I-G forever... rock on\n  start_ms: 261200\n  end_ms: 274850\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 274850\nplain: |-\n  Hey yo Puff, check this out pa\n  I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutha fucka\n  Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n  You got to keep bubblin on em\n  Platinum doublin on em, fuck these niggas\n  Hey yo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n  \"Yeah, what up wit that nigga Puff he swear he nice\"\n  I said yo, the brother dont swear he nice he knows he nice\n  You public enemy number one right now\n  But Fuck that there spit that hydro-ghetto shit\n\n  Let's go\n  That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear\n  Throw your guns in the air\n  Socialize, get down, let your ssoouull lead the way\n  Cause i'm that enemy that you can't see\n  But you wanna be you ain't shit to me\n  Playa, It ain't hard for you to get to me\n  Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me\n  So if you want whats mine, you gots to have the heart\n  I've seen em come and I've seen em part\n  If you ain't want beef then why did you start?\n  Front from the light catch shots after dark\n  Suffer, duck or you'll catch these\n  On the spot, red dots make em all believe\n  Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n  See I do the things that they can't achieve\n  So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing\n  Bets on that you'll be disgracing\n  More hotter than the sun\n  I'm living on the run\n  Because i'm public enemy number one\n\n  One, One, One, One, One\n  One, One, One, One, One\n\n  Let me ask you, what you got against me?\n  Is it my girl or is it the bentley?\n  Is it my house or maybe its all three\n  I just came up and you're all against me\n  Now ask yourself, why is he number one?\n  Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done?\n  Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n  You think its a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n  Always with God and I don't swing solo\n  Never back down when I gotta throw dolo\n  Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n  Pretty young things wanna have my photo\n  One in the room hangin' on the wall\n  In rememberance that I rocked 'em all\n  Got no time for those that think small\n  Grill me in the club cause they can't ball\n  Hate shot callers\n  Hate them ballers\n  Back in control now I call orders\n  It's no fun fleeing under the gun\n  Cause they got me public enemy number one\n\n  One, One, One, One, One\n  One, One, One, One, One\n\n  All you suckers, liars, court testifiers\n  Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n  I spit lines, hit rhymes\n  Keep dimes sweating\n  Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n  A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor\n  A non stop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n  I'm the life saver, the New York mayor\n  Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n  My word to the wise is: \"Do not cry\"\n  You know that i'm gone then say don't die\n  I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme\n  Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n  Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind\n  Almost 2000 and running out of time\n  Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n  A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine\n  Soldiers in position all on the front line\n  Don't make a move till I give them the sign\n  Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\n  Because i'm public enemy number one\n\n  One, One, One, One, One\n  One, One, One, One, One\n\n  Yeah yeah, that's right Puff\n  That's what I'm talkin about love\n  Sparklin and glistenin on these motherfuckers\n  These niggas is walkin around like little bitches\n  Talkin about what you got and what they ain't got\n  They got a little jealous and wanna bring you down\n  But fuck dat, they just mad\n  Cause you got all the ladies\n  And you pushin them bentleys, not mercedes, bentleys\n  You know? and thats just the way the story goes\n  And thats just the way the story goes\n  Fuck you niggas and hoes\n\n  You think i'ma come this far and let you niggas stop me now?\n  Haha picture that... number one, number one, number one\n  B-I-G forever... rock on\n"},{"id":9843586,"name":"P.E. 2000 (English version)","trackName":"P.E. 2000 (English version)","artistName":"Diddy","albumName":"BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist","duration":292.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayo Puff, check this out, pa\nI'm tired of niggas hating on a mutherfucker\nLet's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\nYou got to keep bubblin' on 'em\nPlatinum doublin' on 'em, fuck these niggas\nAyo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n\"Yeah, what up wit' that nigga Puff, he swear he nice\"\nI said, \"Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice\"\nYou public enemy number one right now\nBut fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto (let's go) shit\n\nThat's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\nThrow your guns in the air\nSocialize, get down, let your soul lead the way\n'Cause I'm that enemy (that's right) that you can't see (can't see)\nBut you wanna be, you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\nPlaya, it ain't hard for you to get to me\nPlaya (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\n\nSo if you want what's mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\nI've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em part\nIf you ain't want beef, then why did you start? (Why did you start)\nFront from the light catch shots after dark (yeah, yeah)\nSuffer, duck, or you'll catch these on the spot, red dots make 'em all believe\nAin't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n\nSee I do the things that they can't achieve (come on)\nSo don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing (yeah)\nBets on that you'll be disgracing (that's right)\nMore hotter than the sun\nI'm living on the run (come on)\nBecause (yeah) I'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, one, one, one\nOne, one, one\nOne, one, one (yeah)\n\nLet me ask you what you got against me? (What you got against me?)\nIs it my girl or is it the Bentley?\nIs it my house or maybe it's all three\nI just came up, and you're all against me (come on)\nNow ask yourself, why is he number one? (Why is he?)\nNow ask yourself, who's done what he's done? (Who's done)\nThen ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\nYou think it's a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n\nAlways with God and I don't swing solo (always with God)\nNever back down when I gotta throw dolo\nWanna see me out, but I just won't go though\nPretty young girls wanna have my photo (yeah, come on)\nOne in the room hangin' on the wall\nIn remembrance that I rocked 'em all\nGot no time for those that think small (ah)\nGrill me in the club 'cause they can't ball (can't)\n\nHate shot callers\nHate them ballers (hate them ballers)\nBack in control now I call orders\nIt's no fun fleeing under the gun\n'Cause they got me public enemy number one (that's right)\n\nOne, one, one, one\nOne, one, one\nOne, one, one\n\nAll you suckers, liars, court testifiers (suckers)\nWanna infiltrate and break my empire\nI spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating (uh-huh)\nGiving them the juice that they're not gettin'\nA bona fide playa, now who got the flavor (playa)\nA nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\nI'm the lifesaver, the New York mayor (that's right)\nBefore you try me, you better say your prayers\n\nMy word to the wise is, \"Do not try\" (don't try)\nYou know that I'm gone then say don't die (don't die)\nI take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme (yeah)\nThought it was over but I crept from behind\nWanna try to stop me from speaking my mind (yeah)\nAlmost 2000 and running out of time (yeah)\nAlmost to the point when I wanna bust nines\nA lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine (trust mine)\n\nSoldiers in position, all on the front line (uh-huh)\nDon't make a move 'til I give them the sign\nKnown as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\nI'm public enemy number one\n\nOne, one, one, one\nOne, one, one (uh-huh)\nOne, one, one\n\nYeah, yeah (uh-huh), that's right Puff\nThat's what I'm talkin' about (yeah) love\nSparklin' and glistenin' on these motherfuckers (uh-huh)\nThese niggas is walkin' around (yeah), like little bitches (uh-huh)\nTalkin' about what you got and what they ain't got (yeah)\nThey got a little jealous (uh-huh) and wanna bring you down\n\nBut fuck that (yeah), they just mad\n'Cause you got all the ladies (uh-huh)\nAnd you pushin' them Bentleys (yeah), not Mercedes, Bentleys (uh-huh)\nYou know? And that's just the way (yeah), the story goes (uh-huh)\nAnd that's just the way the story goes (yeah)\nFuck you (uh-huh) niggas and hoes\n\nYou think I'ma come this far to let you niggas stop me now?\nHaha, picture that\nNumber one\nNumber one\nNumber one\nB.I.G. forever, rock on","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.87] Ayo Puff, check this out, pa\n[00:06.03] I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutherfucker\n[00:08.80] Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n[00:12.47] You got to keep bubblin' on 'em\n[00:14.45] Platinum doublin' on 'em, fuck these niggas\n[00:17.72] Ayo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n[00:20.30] \"Yeah, what up wit' that nigga Puff, he swear he nice\"\n[00:23.55] I said, \"Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice\"\n[00:28.71] You public enemy number one right now\n[00:31.17] But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto (let's go) shit\n[00:35.51] That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\n[00:38.66] Throw your guns in the air\n[00:40.18] Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way\n[00:44.29] 'Cause I'm that enemy (that's right) that you can't see (can't see)\n[00:47.17] But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\n[00:49.40] Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me\n[00:51.83] Playa (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\n[00:54.11] So if you want what's mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\n[00:56.81] I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em part\n[00:58.98] If you ain't want beef, then why did you start? (Why did you start)\n[01:01.70] Front from the light catch shots after dark (yeah, yeah)\n[01:03.95] Suffer, duck, or you'll catch these on the spot, red dots make 'em all believe\n[01:08.65] Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n[01:11.05] See I do the things that they can't achieve (come on)\n[01:13.15] So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing (yeah)\n[01:15.88] Bets on that you'll be disgracing (that's right)\n[01:18.02] More hotter than the sun\n[01:19.42] I'm living on the run (come on)\n[01:20.43] Because (yeah) I'm public enemy number one\n[01:23.18] One, one, one, one\n[01:26.93] One, one, one\n[01:28.60] One, one, one (yeah)\n[01:32.32] Let me ask you what you got against me? (What you got against me?)\n[01:34.73] Is it my girl or is it the Bentley?\n[01:37.08] Is it my house or maybe it's all three\n[01:39.67] I just came up, and you're all against me (come on)\n[01:41.85] Now ask yourself, why is he number one? (Why is he?)\n[01:44.49] Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? (Who's done)\n[01:46.63] Then ask yourself, you're fit for the long run?\n[01:48.87] You think it's a game cause you fucked the wrong one\n[01:51.26] Always with God and I don't swing solo (always with God)\n[01:53.65] Never back down when I gotta throw dolo\n[01:56.23] Wanna see me out, but I just won't go though\n[01:58.65] Pretty young girls wanna have my photo (yeah, come on)\n[02:00.84] One in the room hangin' on the wall\n[02:03.30] In remembrance that I rocked 'em all\n[02:06.16] Got no time for those that think small (ah)\n[02:08.37] Grill me in the club 'cause they can't ball (can't)\n[02:10.62] Hate shot callers\n[02:11.78] Hate them ballers (hate them ballers)\n[02:13.15] Back in control now I call orders\n[02:15.41] It's no fun fleeing under the gun\n[02:17.63] 'Cause they got me public enemy number one (that's right)\n[02:20.11] One, one, one, one\n[02:23.78] One, one, one\n[02:25.99] One, one, one\n[02:31.20] All you suckers, liars, court testifiers (suckers)\n[02:34.49] Wanna infiltrate and break my empire\n[02:36.82] I spit lines, hit rhymes, keep dimes sweating (uh-huh)\n[02:39.43] Giving them the juice that they're not gettin'\n[02:41.68] A bona fide playa, now who got the flavor (playa)\n[02:43.85] A nonstop, rhythm rock, poetry sayer\n[02:46.24] I'm the lifesaver, the New York mayor (that's right)\n[02:48.80] Before you try me, you better say your prayers\n[02:50.99] My word to the wise is, \"Do not try\" (don't try)\n[02:53.42] You know that I'm gone then say don't die (don't die)\n[02:55.78] I take what I find, put a beat to they rhyme (yeah)\n[02:58.35] Thought it was over but I crept from behind\n[03:00.72] Wanna try to stop me from speaking my mind (yeah)\n[03:03.21] Almost 2000 and running out of time (yeah)\n[03:05.62] Almost to the point when I wanna bust nines\n[03:07.89] A lot of strange faces, I can only trust mine (trust mine)\n[03:10.17] Soldiers in position, all on the front line (uh-huh)\n[03:12.65] Don't make a move 'til I give them the sign\n[03:15.04] Known as the poetical, lyrical, miracle son\n[03:17.81] I'm public enemy number one\n[03:19.86] One, one, one, one\n[03:23.21] One, one, one (uh-huh)\n[03:25.59] One, one, one\n[03:29.56] Yeah, yeah (uh-huh), that's right Puff\n[03:31.08] That's what I'm talkin' about (yeah) love\n[03:33.34] Sparklin' and glistenin' on these motherfuckers (uh-huh)\n[03:36.28] These niggas is walkin' around (yeah), like little bitches (uh-huh)\n[03:39.32] Talkin' about what you got and what they ain't got (yeah)\n[03:42.35] They got a little jealous (uh-huh) and wanna bring you down\n[03:45.66] But fuck that (yeah), they just mad\n[03:47.61] 'Cause you got all the ladies (uh-huh)\n[03:49.25] And you pushin' them Bentleys (yeah), not Mercedes, Bentleys (uh-huh)\n[03:54.35] You know? And that's just the way (yeah), the story goes (uh-huh)\n[03:58.43] And that's just the way the story goes (yeah)\n[04:02.48] Fuck you (uh-huh) niggas and hoes\n[04:04.94] You think I'ma come this far to let you niggas stop me now?\n[04:11.29] Haha, picture that\n[04:15.02] Number one\n[04:17.14] Number one\n[04:19.48] Number one\n[04:24.16] B.I.G. forever, rock on\n[04:27.33] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: P.E. 2000 (English version)\n  artist: Diddy\n  album: 'BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist'\n  duration_ms: 292000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ayo Puff, check this out, pa\n  start_ms: 3870\n  end_ms: 6030\n- text: I'm tired of niggas hating on a mutherfucker\n  start_ms: 6030\n  end_ms: 8800\n- text: Let's take it to the next millennium on these bitches\n  start_ms: 8800\n  end_ms: 12470\n- text: You got to keep bubblin' on 'em\n  start_ms: 12470\n  end_ms: 14450\n- text: Platinum doublin' on 'em, fuck these niggas\n  start_ms: 14450\n  end_ms: 17720\n- text: Ayo, I bumped into these cat an' they was like\n  start_ms: 17720\n  end_ms: 20300\n- text: '\"Yeah, what up wit'' that nigga Puff, he swear he nice\"'\n  start_ms: 20300\n  end_ms: 23550\n- text: I said, \"Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice\"\n  start_ms: 23550\n  end_ms: 28710\n- text: You public enemy number one right now\n  start_ms: 28710\n  end_ms: 31170\n- text: But fuck that there shit, spit that hydro-ghetto (let's go) shit\n  start_ms: 31170\n  end_ms: 35510\n- text: That's that shit right here, whom shall I fear (yeah)\n  start_ms: 35510\n  end_ms: 38660\n- text: Throw your guns in the air\n  start_ms: 38660\n  end_ms: 40180\n- text: Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way\n  start_ms: 40180\n  end_ms: 44290\n- text: '''Cause I''m that enemy (that''s right) that you can''t see (can''t see)'\n  start_ms: 44290\n  end_ms: 47170\n- text: But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me (playin' shit to me)\n  start_ms: 47170\n  end_ms: 49400\n- text: Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me\n  start_ms: 49400\n  end_ms: 51830\n- text: Playa (playa), my real dogs they'll spit for me\n  start_ms: 51830\n  end_ms: 54110\n- text: So if you want what's mine, you gots to have the heart (that's right)\n  start_ms: 54110\n  end_ms: 56810\n- text: I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em part\n  start_ms: 56810\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: If you ain't want beef, then why did you start? 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(Why did you start)\n  Front from the light catch shots after dark (yeah, yeah)\n  Suffer, duck, or you'll catch these on the spot, red dots make 'em all believe\n  Ain't nobody kicking the rhymes like these\n\n  See I do the things that they can't achieve (come on)\n  So don't start bassin' n' I'll start pacing (yeah)\n  Bets on that you'll be disgracing (that's right)\n  More hotter than the sun\n  I'm living on the run (come on)\n  Because (yeah) I'm public enemy number one\n\n  One, one, one, one\n  One, one, one\n  One, one, one (yeah)\n\n  Let me ask you what you got against me? (What you got against me?)\n  Is it my girl or is it the Bentley?\n  Is it my house or maybe it's all three\n  I just came up, and you're all against me (come on)\n  Now ask yourself, why is he number one? (Why is he?)\n  Now ask yourself, who's done what he's done? 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Hurricane G\n  album: 'BAD BOY CELEBRATES DIDDY: The Artist'\n  duration_ms: 293000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,\n  Spit on a dial, my Chopard\n  See the reflection of the gods\n  Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to\n  Me flow hotter, see me in any way shape, don't bother - showstopper\n  As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like shocka\n  Deem these bitches, stay on the penis\n  I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'\n  Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban\n  Sit with two techs in my duplex, bulletproof vest\n  In the shoot fest with the law\n  Got it all, want more, future foreseen\n  Keep the city how for Louie XIV\n  Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more cream\n  Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine\n  The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it\n  Next year, number 1 on the Forbe's list\n  motherfuckas\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'\n  Remarkable timin'\n  Tryin' to sit up on the charts with a diamond\n  Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs\n  17 caps and cats, for runnin' with my image\n  Y'all finish\n  Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a autobon\n  Louie Vittons, skunk on the back\n  The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers can't deny us\n  Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased\n  No lies, yo highness with the most mob ties\n  In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace\n  So how could I not be hot?\n  That's like Puff in the summertime without a drop\n  Uncle Paul, posted up, without a glocks\n  I chew coals & spit diamonds\n  Jacob got nothin' on me, top ranks, stop banks\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n\n  Rather its all from the guns to the brawl\n  Coke to the alcohol, this young nigga want it all\n  Time runnin' out on my front, nigga in pursuit of bigger things\n  Arm, neck glitterin', shiverin'\n\n  Fuck bein' broke\n  Give that bitch a girdle tell her, \"Transport my coke\"\n  On to Peter Pan, so we can get the two seater\n  And lay up in the trunk for months\n  Increase the lease, yeah, I got to eat\n\n  Streets to Greece, stay up in the tape deck on seek, repeat\n  Motion picture, my movie so sick, 4, 5, 6, ya die quick\n  Y'all niggas ride dick, you test me, I wish\n  I love to drill shit, kill shit, real quick\n  On some top bill shit, half a mil with\n\n  Soft or hard top, sedan or coupes be trial\n  Every time, the law got too many loops\n  Fuck my bitches in groups menaga\n  Pimpin' ain't easy, but monogamy's harder\n  Jets we charter, bring the slaughter\n\n  Million dollar bracelets\n  Your favorite DJ couldn't fade this, come on\n\n  The hoes, the clothes, the cars, the loot\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies, uh\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You can say what you want when you talk about me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n  You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me\n  Public Enemy Number One\n"}]