[{"id":21430274,"name":"Get Down or Lay Down - Fabolous feat. Lloyd Banks","trackName":"Get Down or Lay Down - Fabolous feat. Lloyd Banks","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3's","duration":194.591458,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\nMy shit sound like trey pound\nStand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\nGet a bitch? I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down - Fabolous feat. Lloyd Banks\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: 'There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 194591\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\n  Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\n  Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\n  We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.\n"},{"id":4890464,"name":"Lay Down","trackName":"Lay Down","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 3","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You finally got some off time\nIt's usually Sports Center for the fourth time\nTonight you came out of yours and I took off mine\nNow we finally playing catch, got some back and forth time\nTossing pillows, passing blunts, caught a buzz\nFirst time you gave me head was everything I thought it was gonna be\nYou ain't got one degree\nBut you'll get a PH.D for that thing you've done to me\n\n[?] Tugging dungaree\nI wanted you under me\nWanted to spread them legs like you number 23\nMaybe you wasn't ready\nMaybe its under key\nAnd it's some for them, and it ain't none for me\nSo we cuddle for a while, talk what you want to be\nSome things we had in common and movies you want to see\nHe made her run to me, you played with one of these\nPretty young girls, ain't no telling what she gonna be\n\n(Adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle ||).push({});\nIf she was my girl, might sound sprung of me\nI'd give her everything like she had a gun to me\nBusy man, but for you I'm free\nJust counting down the days 'til the next time we...\n\nLay down... lay down... lay down\nI can hear you now, lay down\nI can hear you now, lay down\n(Let that body talk) x2\n\nTalk to me now, listen\n\nYour scent light up the truck soon as you hopped in it\nEasily number one, no matter who the top 10 is\nIn that passenger, no reason for gassing ya\nGirl you ain't killing 'em, baby it's a massacre\nBlack curly hair, smile with a pearly glare\nI can take you around the globe, I'm sure the world will stare\nBut tonight we in the city, like J.Lo and Diddy\nBack in 99, that bad boy with pretty\nA rainy night, the type that make you change your flight\nBut we still fly\nAin't nothing plain about us, right?\nWe came to get a bite, blue ribbon for two\nAnd I ain't clumsy but I'm so tripping off you\n\nHad sushi for the first time, she tried the king\nCalifornia tempura, oh you trying things\n\nI'm your waiter, I hope you like what I'm trying to bring\nAll you gotta do is the two words Ryan sing\nLay down, lay down\nHey, girl I know my way round\nComing down, H-town\nAss up, face down\nGuess we on our way now\nI know you can't stay 'round\nShe climbed on top and said look nigga...\n\nLay down... lay down... lay down\nI can hear you now, lay down\nI can hear you now, lay down\n(Let that body talk) x2","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lay Down\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: The Soul Tape 3\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You finally got some off time\n  It's usually Sports Center for the fourth time\n  Tonight you 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down... lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  (Let that body talk) x2\n\n  Talk to me now, listen\n\n  Your scent light up the truck soon as you hopped in it\n  Easily number one, no matter who the top 10 is\n  In that passenger, no reason for gassing ya\n  Girl you ain't killing 'em, baby it's a massacre\n  Black curly hair, smile with a pearly glare\n  I can take you around the globe, I'm sure the world will stare\n  But tonight we in the city, like J.Lo and Diddy\n  Back in 99, that bad boy with pretty\n  A rainy night, the type that make you change your flight\n  But we still fly\n  Ain't nothing plain about us, right?\n  We came to get a bite, blue ribbon for two\n  And I ain't clumsy but I'm so tripping off you\n\n  Had sushi for the first time, she tried the king\n  California tempura, oh you trying things\n\n  I'm your waiter, I hope you like what I'm trying to bring\n  All you gotta do is the two words Ryan sing\n  Lay down, lay down\n  Hey, girl I know my way round\n  Coming down, H-town\n  Ass up, face down\n  Guess we on our way now\n  I know you can't stay 'round\n  She climbed on top and said look nigga...\n\n  Lay down... lay down... lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  (Let that body talk) x2\n"},{"id":40260331,"name":"Lay Down","trackName":"Lay Down","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"Summertime Shootout","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You finally got some off time\nIt's usually SportsCenter for the fourth time\nTonight you came out of yours and I took off mine\nNow we finally playing catch, got some back and forth time\nTossing pillows, passing blunts, caught a buzz\nFirst time you gave me head was everything I thought it was\nGonna be, you ain't got one degree\nBut you'll get a PhD for that thing you done to me\nTugging your dungaree, I wanted you under me\nWanted to spread them legs like you number 23\n\nMaybe you wasn't 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artist: Fabolous\n  album: Summertime Shootout\n  duration_ms: 214178\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You finally got some off time\n  It's usually SportsCenter for the fourth time\n  Tonight you came out of yours and I took off mine\n  Now we finally playing catch, got some back and forth time\n  Tossing pillows, passing blunts, caught a buzz\n  First time you gave me head was everything I thought it was\n  Gonna be, you ain't got one degree\n  But you'll get a PhD for that thing you done to me\n  Tugging your dungaree, I wanted you under me\n  Wanted to spread them legs like you number 23\n\n  Maybe you wasn't ready, maybe it's under key\n  And it's some for them and it ain't none for me\n  So we cuddle for a while, talk what you wanna be\n  Some things we had in common and movies you wanna see\n  He made her run to me, you play with one of these\n  Pretty young girls, ain't no telling what she gonna be\n  If she was my girl, might sound sprung of me\n  I'd give her everything like she had a gun to me\n\n  Yeah, busy man but for you I'm free\n  Just counting down the days 'til the next time we\n\n  Lay down, lay down\n  Lay down, lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  I can hear you now, now, lay down\n  Lay down, lay down\n  Lay down, lay down\n  I can hear you now, lay down\n  I can hear you now, talk to me now, listen\n\n  Your scent light up the truck soon as you hop in it\n  Easily number one no matter who the top ten is\n\n  In that passenger, no reason for gassin' ya\n\n  Girl you ain't killin' 'em, baby it's a massacre\n\n  Black curly hair, smile with a pearly glare\n  I could take you 'round the globe, I'm sure the world would stare\n  But tonight we in the city like J-Lo and Diddy\n  Back in '99, that bad boy with pretty\n  A rainy night, the type that make you change your flight\n  But we still fly, ain't nothing plain 'bout us, right?\n  We came to get a bite, blue ribbon for two\n\n  And I ain't clumsy but I'm so trippin' off 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I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: 'There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\n  Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\n  Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\n  We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.\n"},{"id":31480374,"name":"Get Down Or Lay Down","trackName":"Get Down Or Lay Down","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes In 3's","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\nMy shit sound like trey pound\nStand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\nGet a bitch? I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! 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I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! 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I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! 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I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down Ft Lloyd Banks\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: 'There Is No Competition: Death Comes In 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 194591\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? 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I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down feat Lloyd Banks\n  artist: Fabolous\n  album: There Is No Competition 3 (Hosted by DJ Drama)\n  duration_ms: 194591\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? 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See Buck\r\nNever waiting in line, nigga, I bump (Ugh)\r\nPay everybody shit just to get to the front\r\nYoung, did I mention 21?\r\nWith more houses that sell than Century Twenty One?\r\nCops respect 'cause they know we big\r\nAnd ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did\r\nThat M shit clean you out like ammonia\r\nImagine '89, fucking Appolonia\r\n\nLast name, Robinson, first name, Stacy\r\nI was getting Cagney high and getting head from Lacy\r\n'88 graffiti, chicks was still macing\r\nI was a millionaire when Rick James was freebasing\r\nI paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today\r\nI chopped the roof off my ride that day\r\nImagine all the hate I made\r\nUsed to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days\r\nThey would shoot up my cars\r\nI would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job\r\nFlamboyant like a gold 190\r\nWith a side panel reading, I want you to find me, come on\r\nI sold that Knight Rider, and it came with a kit\r\nWhen you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it\r\nWrong, ahem, heroin, excuse me ya'll\r\nI’m from Virginia with a Southern drawl, don't mind me\r\n\nSee, it's lil' Bucky—my jewels? 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See Buck\\r\\nNever waiting in line, nigga, I bump (Ugh)\\r\\nPay everybody shit just to get to the front\\r\\nYoung, did I mention 21?\\r\\nWith more houses that sell than Century Twenty One?\\r\\nCops respect 'cause they know we big\\r\\nAnd ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did\\r\\nThat M shit clean you out like ammonia\\r\\nImagine '89, fucking Appolonia\\r\\n\\nLast name, Robinson, first name, Stacy\\r\\nI was getting Cagney high and getting head from Lacy\\r\\n'88 graffiti, chicks was still macing\\r\\nI was a millionaire when Rick James was freebasing\\r\\nI paved the way, showed ballers how to ride today\\r\\nI chopped the roof off my ride that day\\r\\nImagine all the hate I made\\r\\nUsed to have to pull my sun visor down for shade on cloudy days\\r\\nThey would shoot up my cars\\r\\nI would just slide back through with new rims and a paint job\\r\\nFlamboyant like a gold 190\\r\\nWith a side panel reading, I want you to find me, come on\\r\\nI sold that Knight Rider, and it came with a kit\\r\\nWhen you put the shit in the needle and hit it, that was it\\r\\nWrong, ahem, heroin, excuse me ya'll\\r\\nI’m from Virginia with a Southern drawl, don't mind me\\r\\n\\nSee, it's lil' Bucky—my jewels? 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I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down\n  artist: Fabolous, Lloyd Banks\n  album: 'There Is No Competition: Death Comes In 3s'\n  duration_ms: 194560\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\n  Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\n  Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\n  We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.\n"},{"id":35265185,"name":"Get Down Or Lay Down","trackName":"Get Down Or Lay Down","artistName":"Fabolous & Lloyd Banks","albumName":"There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes In 3's","duration":208.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\nMy shit sound like trey pound\nStand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\nGet a bitch? I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down Or Lay Down\n  artist: Fabolous & Lloyd Banks\n  album: 'There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes In 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\n  Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\n  Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\n  We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.\n"},{"id":4875867,"name":"Get Down or Lay Down","trackName":"Get Down or Lay Down","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Lloyd Banks","albumName":"There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3's","duration":194.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\nMy shit sound like trey pound\nStand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\nGet a bitch? I got a bitch\nShe get round, she stay round\nGirl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\nI swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\nNiggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\nOn the road to riches, these broads get detoured\nThey just firecrackers, we more like C4's\nThink we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\nLife in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\nNuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\nThought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\nI revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\nSmall hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\nFresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\nThey ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\nHell yeah, she down, down like she upset\nI took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\nMoney over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\nPut you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\nGet down now\nIf you gon do it, baby, then do it now\nCause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\nYour chance'll be gone\n\nSo get down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\nGet down now\n\nStack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\nEvil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\nBrung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\nSnuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\nI'm so ill, too slick\nWith boys I get horse\nShe ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\nI think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\nShe yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\nI get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\nDon't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\nVixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\nYou won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\nI get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\nSame time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\nPorsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\nFront if you want, my four-five in my camo\nBlam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\nYour good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\nBag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\nWe ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Get Down or Lay Down\n  artist: Fabolous feat. Lloyd Banks\n  album: 'There Is No Competition 3: Death Comes in 3''s'\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ay yo, it's get down or lay down\n  My shit sound like trey pound\n  Stand up if they G's, sit down if they clowns\n  Get a bitch? I got a bitch\n  She get round, she stay round\n  Girl just wanna have fun, your bitch found a playground\n  I swing by, slide through, see-saw the before\n  Niggas won't believe this, record the freak raw\n  On the road to riches, these broads get detoured\n  They just firecrackers, we more like C4's\n  Think we talking blowing up, pop a cork and pour it up\n  Life in the fast lane -- you think talk'll slow us up?\n  Nuh-uh, never that, not in this lifetime\n  Thought the game was dead, it just got new lifeline\n  I revived that real shit, y'all deprived from real shit\n  Small hood to all good, we strive like Will Smith\n  Fresh Prince of Bel-Air; flow sick, need health care\n  They ain't got nothing for the kid, I'm gonna need welfare\n  Hell yeah, she down, down like she upset\n  I took her down two months ago, bitch ain't came up yet\n  Money over bitches, dirt on top of bitch niggas\n  Put you in your place -- it happened to be a ditch, nigga\n\n  Get down now\n  If you gon do it, baby, then do it now\n  Cause later on I might not be on the shit that I'm on\n  Your chance'll be gone\n\n  So get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n  Get down now\n\n  Stack the heavy bread away, sleep on the small bills\n  Evil growing every day, keep on your toe heels\n  Brung her Ecstasy, now she geeked off of four pills\n  Snuck her from the blind side, screeched off on four wheels\n  I'm so ill, too slick\n  With boys I get horse\n  She ain't really trying to pop the clique off, the chick tossed\n  I think I fucked the world, six toys and lip gloss\n  She yelling for the Lord, I threw on my big cross\n  I get mine, get yours -- I'm score-bound on fourth down\n  Don't make us bring them bulldogs round, Georgetown\n  Vixens in great jeans, unzipped those since eighteen\n  You won't use me, use that strip pole to make clean\n  I get high, space lean, enough clothes for ten troops\n  Same time, I spend loot on BM's and Benz coupes\n  Porsches and Lambos and 'raris for candles\n  Front if you want, my four-five in my camo\n  Blam-o! Don't touch 'less you wanna get burned up\n  Your good girl's a renegade, I got her all the way turnt up\n  Bag dimes like ten a day, episodes in my first truck\n  We ain't gotta go home, we can go right there in the cut and.\n"}]