[{"id":10156052,"name":"Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle","trackName":"Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP","duration":128.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Power from the street lights made the place dark\nBut yo they didn't care, they turned it out\nUhh, you know what this is, South Bronx\nFat Joey Crack representin the realest\nI got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house\nYo Punisher, let these niggas know\n\nBrothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers\nActin like they crackin boulders\nWhen they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish\nAlways talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch\nAnd often counterfeit, Kings of New York\nOn Mr. Walken's dick\nYou make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it\nRiffin like you sniffin coke\nTo scare me but you barely blunted\nYou really done it now you got me mad\nMorenos be like, \"Papi's bad\"\nMakin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back\n\nMany thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin\nHe was always get loot off the crack and\nFuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state\nThe very sight'll make the average man defecate\nLivin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond\nI be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes\nIt's on -- you don't want no confrontation\nKill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations\n\nI keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo\nWith my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?\nLookin Doug E. Fresh in my double breast\nLike a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\nIn the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\nGonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\nCharter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\nBusiness chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\nAt Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\nChick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\nInn, so I can get her and a friend\nMenage a trois livin the life of a star\nOverweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\nWhile you niggas havin limousine dreams\nI got you all sized up, niggas wise up\nA Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\nFor you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\nAnd rentin chariots to carry us to various\nEvening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\nExtorting wannabes for all their G's\nFuck it, just gimme half\nI make it last, with the dough I got, if not\nI blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\nLet these niggas learn the hard way\nThe word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\nFuck that fuck that fuck that!\nFunkmaster Flex keepin it realer\nHot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\nFull-A-Clips, WHAT!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP\n  duration_ms: 128000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Power from the street lights made the place dark\n  But yo they didn't care, they turned it out\n  Uhh, you know what this is, South Bronx\n  Fat Joey Crack representin the realest\n  I got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house\n  Yo Punisher, let these niggas know\n\n  Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers\n  Actin like they crackin boulders\n  When they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish\n  Always talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch\n  And often counterfeit, Kings of New York\n  On Mr. Walken's dick\n  You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it\n  Riffin like you sniffin coke\n  To scare me but you barely blunted\n  You really done it now you got me mad\n  Morenos be like, \"Papi's bad\"\n  Makin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back\n\n  Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin\n  He was always get loot off the crack and\n  Fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state\n  The very sight'll make the average man defecate\n  Livin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond\n  I be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes\n  It's on -- you don't want no confrontation\n  Kill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations\n\n  I keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo\n  With my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?\n  Lookin Doug E. Fresh in my double breast\n  Like a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\n  In the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\n  Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\n  Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\n  Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\n  At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\n  Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\n  Inn, so I can get her and a friend\n  Menage a trois livin the life of a star\n  Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\n  While you niggas havin limousine dreams\n  I got you all sized up, niggas wise up\n  A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\n  For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\n  And rentin chariots to carry us to various\n  Evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\n  Extorting wannabes for all their G's\n  Fuck it, just gimme half\n  I make it last, with the dough I got, if not\n  I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\n  Let these niggas learn the hard way\n  The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\n  Fuck that fuck that fuck that!\n  Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer\n  Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\n  Full-A-Clips, WHAT!\n"},{"id":31907328,"name":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe)","trackName":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe)","artistName":"Big Pun, Fat Joe","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(\"I can feel it!\")\n\nReady for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\nI know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\nHop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\nMeet me at Vito's with Noodles\nWe'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\nEverybody kiss the fuckin' floor\nJoey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\nNoodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\nDead in the middle of Little Italy\nLittle did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n\nIt'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\nMake no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\nI'm still the fat one that you love to hate\nCatch you at your mother's wake\nSmack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n\nI rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\nLike Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\nInsanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\nThe cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\nA villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\nAnd take all the cheddar like child support\n\nI support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\nMy brother from another mother, sent from the above\nA thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\nLeavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\nSpike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\nYou small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\nHit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\nYou gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\nTruck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\nLast crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\nThat's true! (So who the next to get it?)\nT.S. the best that did it\n(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.45] (\"I can feel it!\")\n[00:09.38] Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n[00:12.13] I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n[00:15.15] Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n[00:17.16] Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n[00:18.42] We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n[00:20.45] Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n[00:21.95] Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n[00:23.83] Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n[00:25.49] Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n[00:27.05] Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n[00:30.30] It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n[00:32.92] Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n[00:35.45] I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n[00:37.29] Catch you at your mother's wake\n[00:38.56] Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n[00:40.54] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n[00:43.03] Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n[00:45.49] Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n[00:47.86] The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n[00:50.55] A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n[00:53.48] And take all the cheddar like child support\n[00:55.33] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n[00:58.01] My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n[01:00.41] A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n[01:03.95] Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n[01:05.96] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n[01:08.12] You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n[01:10.62] Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n[01:13.14] You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n[01:15.61] Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n[01:18.47] Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n[01:21.02] That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n[01:23.03] T.S. the best that did it\n[01:24.24] (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n[01:26.08] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:28.26] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[01:31.20] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:33.34] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[01:36.29] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:38.28] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[01:41.29] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:43.39] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[01:46.01] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n[01:48.63] Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n[01:51.37] The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n[01:53.66] Supposed to supply us with rights\n[01:54.97] Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n[01:57.02] I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n[01:59.55] Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n[02:01.52] You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n[02:03.78] Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n[02:06.61] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n[02:08.96] All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n[02:11.39] Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n[02:14.03] You never see me talk to police\n[02:16.10] Though you should know that I really don't care\n[02:18.55] Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n[02:20.26] And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n[02:22.21] It's rare that niggas want beef\n[02:23.69] Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n[02:26.48] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n[02:28.90] Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n[02:30.01] Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n[02:32.21] Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n[02:34.02] Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n[02:37.40] Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n[02:39.36] Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n[02:42.22] Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n[02:44.03] Until I'm locked and shot down\n[02:45.16] Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n[02:47.20] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n[02:49.41] Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n[02:52.64] Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n[02:54.51] Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n[02:57.44] And stalk our prey like a predator\n[02:59.13] Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n[03:02.48] So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n[03:04.52] I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n[03:07.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:09.52] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:12.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:14.61] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:17.65] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:19.78] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[03:22.60] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:24.79] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[03:27.79] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:29.76] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:32.84] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:34.89] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:37.85] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:39.91] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[03:43.10] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:45.15] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[03:47.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe)\n  artist: Big Pun, Fat Joe\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 98280\n  end_ms: 101290\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 101290\n  end_ms: 103390\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 103390\n  end_ms: 106010\n- text: Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  start_ms: 106010\n  end_ms: 108630\n- text: Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  start_ms: 108630\n  end_ms: 111370\n- text: The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n  start_ms: 111370\n  end_ms: 113660\n- text: Supposed to supply us with rights\n  start_ms: 113660\n  end_ms: 114970\n- text: Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n  start_ms: 114970\n  end_ms: 117020\n- text: I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  start_ms: 117020\n  end_ms: 119550\n- text: Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n  start_ms: 119550\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 123780\n- text: Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n  start_ms: 123780\n  end_ms: 126610\n- text: Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  start_ms: 126610\n  end_ms: 128960\n- text: All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n  start_ms: 128960\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n  start_ms: 131390\n  end_ms: 134030\n- text: You never see me talk to police\n  start_ms: 134030\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: Though you should know that I really don't care\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 138550\n- text: Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  start_ms: 138550\n  end_ms: 140260\n- text: And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  start_ms: 140260\n  end_ms: 142210\n- text: It's rare that niggas want beef\n  start_ms: 142210\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 146480\n- text: Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  start_ms: 146480\n  end_ms: 148900\n- text: Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  start_ms: 148900\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 157400\n- text: Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  start_ms: 157400\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 162220\n- text: Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  start_ms: 162220\n  end_ms: 164030\n- text: Until I'm locked and shot down\n  start_ms: 164030\n  end_ms: 165160\n- text: Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n  start_ms: 165160\n  end_ms: 167200\n- text: We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  start_ms: 167200\n  end_ms: 169410\n- text: Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n  start_ms: 169410\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174510\n- text: Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  start_ms: 174510\n  end_ms: 177440\n- text: And stalk our prey like a predator\n  start_ms: 177440\n  end_ms: 179130\n- text: Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  start_ms: 179130\n  end_ms: 182480\n- text: So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  start_ms: 182480\n  end_ms: 184520\n- text: I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n  start_ms: 184520\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 189520\n- text: 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  start_ms: 189520\n  end_ms: 192540\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 192540\n  end_ms: 194610\n- text: Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  start_ms: 194610\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 199780\n- text: We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 199780\n  end_ms: 202600\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 202600\n  end_ms: 204790\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 204790\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 207790\n  end_ms: 209760\n- text: 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  start_ms: 209760\n  end_ms: 212840\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 212840\n  end_ms: 214890\n- text: Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  start_ms: 214890\n  end_ms: 217850\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 217850\n  end_ms: 219910\n- text: We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 219910\n  end_ms: 223100\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 223100\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 227920\nplain: |-\n  (\"I can feel it!\")\n\n  Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n  I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n  Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n  Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n  We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n  Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n  Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n  Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n  Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n  Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n\n  It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n  Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n  I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake\n  Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n\n  I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n  Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n  Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n  The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n  A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n  And take all the cheddar like child support\n\n  I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n  My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n  A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n  Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n  Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n  You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n  Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n  You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n  Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n  Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n  That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n  T.S. the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n  Supposed to supply us with rights\n  Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n  I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n  You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\n  Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n  Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n  You never see me talk to police\n  Though you should know that I really don't care\n  Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  It's rare that niggas want beef\n  Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\n  Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n  Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n  Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  Until I'm locked and shot down\n  Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\n  We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n  Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n  Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  And stalk our prey like a predator\n  Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n"},{"id":27225323,"name":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) (Instrumental)","trackName":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) (Instrumental)","artistName":"Big Pun, Fat Joe","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP","duration":250.92,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) (Instrumental)\n  artist: Big Pun, Fat Joe\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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Fresh in my double breast\nLike a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\nIn the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\nGonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\nCharter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\nBusiness chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\nAt Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\nChick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\nInn, so I can get her and a friend\nMenage a trois livin the life of a star\nOverweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\nWhile you niggas havin limousine dreams\nI got you all sized up, niggas wise up\nA Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\nFor you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\nAnd rentin chariots to carry us to various\nEvening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\nExtorting wannabes for all their G's\nFuck it, just gimme half\nI make it last, with the dough I got, if not\nI blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\nLet these niggas learn the hard way\nThe word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\nFuck that fuck that fuck that!\nFunkmaster Flex keepin it realer\nHot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\nFull-A-Clips, WHAT!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fat Joe & Big Pun - Freestyle\n  artist: Fat Joe, Big Pun\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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Fresh in my double breast\n  Like a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\n  In the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\n  Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\n  Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\n  Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\n  At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\n  Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\n  Inn, so I can get her and a friend\n  Menage a trois livin the life of a star\n  Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\n  While you niggas havin limousine dreams\n  I got you all sized up, niggas wise up\n  A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\n  For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\n  And rentin chariots to carry us to various\n  Evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\n  Extorting wannabes for all their G's\n  Fuck it, just gimme half\n  I make it last, with the dough I got, if not\n  I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\n  Let these niggas learn the hard way\n  The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\n  Fuck that fuck that fuck that!\n  Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer\n  Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\n  Full-A-Clips, WHAT!\n"},{"id":11352905,"name":"Fat Joe & Big Pun – Freestyle","trackName":"Fat Joe & Big Pun – Freestyle","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover ’98) EP","duration":128.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Power from the street lights made the place dark\nBut yo they didn't care, they turned it out\nUhh, you know what this is, South Bronx\nFat Joey Crack representin the realest\nI got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house\nYo Punisher, let these niggas know\n\nBrothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers\nActin like they crackin boulders\nWhen they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish\nAlways talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch\nAnd often counterfeit, Kings of New York\nOn Mr. Walken's dick\nYou make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it\nRiffin like you sniffin coke\nTo scare me but you barely blunted\nYou really done it now you got me mad\nMorenos be like, \"Papi's bad\"\nMakin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back\n\nMany thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin\nHe was always get loot off the crack and\nFuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state\nThe very sight'll make the average man defecate\nLivin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond\nI be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes\nIt's on -- you don't want no confrontation\nKill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations\n\nI keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo\nWith my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?\nLookin Doug E. 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Fresh in my double breast\n  Like a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\n  In the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\n  Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\n  Charter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\n  Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\n  At Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\n  Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\n  Inn, so I can get her and a friend\n  Menage a trois livin the life of a star\n  Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\n  While you niggas havin limousine dreams\n  I got you all sized up, niggas wise up\n  A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\n  For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\n  And rentin chariots to carry us to various\n  Evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\n  Extorting wannabes for all their G's\n  Fuck it, just gimme half\n  I make it last, with the dough I got, if not\n  I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\n  Let these niggas learn the hard way\n  The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\n  Fuck that fuck that fuck that!\n  Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer\n  Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\n  Full-A-Clips, WHAT!\n"},{"id":17336666,"name":"Deep","trackName":"Deep","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Deep","duration":216.084014,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I took this bitch to the Amalfi Coast\nBack to Mexico packed her bags like vamonos\nUsed to play the 'jects used to serve some drinks\nNow she drip [?] with the Persian minks\nDamn, I shouldn't have saved her\nWalked in Club Liv, she on the couch with some players\nThem niggas get to ice grilling, Crack\nBut she ain't never suck no dick like that\nDead presi's, got her the gold Presi's\nSuites at the Embassy with the private entry\nNow it's quits 'cause I bought you ass and tits\nScreaming every niggas name when they ask, \"Who's ass is this?\"\nSleeping with the whole damn crew\nMind racing, thinking what would OJ do\nThese hoes ain't playing fair, bitches cutthroat\nAnd take off like Greek the Freak when the Bucks go\n\nI got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\nI feel for the both of them because I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nThere 's a war goin' on outside no\nman's safe from\nShit's hard when you at odds with day\nones\nI fucked thirty bitches, it ain't feel the same\nHouse filled with dirty dishes, even took the maid\nI had you at them Heat games in them seats, man\nYou be like we could trip a referee, bae\nI'm like, \"Ma, you got to chill, pick that bag up off the floor\"\nBitch, act like you been here before\nAnd that's what a nigga call a flashback\nGave my hitter 30K, the nigga pushed the cash back\nThese hoes ain't playing fair, bitches cutthroat\nIt's cold as Minnesota, make you wonder where the love go\n\nI got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\nI feel for the both of them because I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\nI got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\nI feel for the both of them because I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? Yeah\nHow deep is your love? 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(So who the next to get it?)\nT.S. the best that did it\n(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.56](\"I can feel it!\")\n[00:10.02]Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n[00:12.62]I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n[00:15.83]Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n[00:17.72]Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n[00:18.97]We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n[00:21.02]Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n[00:22.53]Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n[00:24.43]Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n[00:25.98]Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n[00:27.65]Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n[00:30.39]It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n[00:33.44]Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n[00:36.09]I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n[00:37.77]Catch you at your mother's wake\n[00:39.08]Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n[00:41.18]I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n[00:43.50]Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n[00:45.93]Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n[00:48.37]The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n[00:50.96]A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n[00:53.86]And take all the cheddar like child support\n[00:55.81]I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n[00:58.54]My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n[01:00.92]A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n[01:04.47]Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n[01:06.41]Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n[01:08.35]You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n[01:10.98]Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n[01:13.43]You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n[01:15.99]Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n[01:18.85]Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n[01:21.36]That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n[01:23.41]T.S. the best that did it\n[01:24.78](Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n[01:26.47]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:28.59]20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[01:31.51]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:33.50]Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[01:36.62]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:38.69]We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[01:41.66]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:43.72]It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[01:46.23]Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n[01:48.95]Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n[01:51.70]The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n[01:53.81]Supposed to supply us with rights\n[01:55.14]Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n[01:57.30]I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n[01:59.64]Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n[02:01.72]You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n[02:04.07]Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n[02:07.01]Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n[02:09.23]All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n[02:11.62]Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n[02:14.44]You never see me talk to police\n[02:16.41]Though you should know that I really don't care\n[02:19.04]Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n[02:20.68]And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n[02:22.41]It's rare that niggas want beef\n[02:24.08]Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n[02:26.98]Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n[02:29.15]Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n[02:30.34]Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n[02:32.69]Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n[02:34.54]Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n[02:37.31]Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n[02:39.70]Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n[02:42.55]Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n[02:44.22]Until I'm locked and shot down\n[02:45.42]Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n[02:47.64]We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n[02:49.68]Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n[02:52.74]Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n[02:54.68]Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n[02:57.64]And stalk our prey like a predator\n[02:59.54]Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n[03:02.89]So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n[03:04.79]I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n[03:07.65]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:09.54]20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:12.71]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:14.73]Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:17.86]Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:19.85]We'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.45] (\"I can feel it!\")\n[00:09.38] Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n[00:12.13] I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n[00:15.15] Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n[00:17.16] Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n[00:18.42] We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n[00:20.45] Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n[00:21.95] Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n[00:23.83] Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n[00:25.49] Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n[00:27.05] Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n[00:30.30] It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n[00:32.92] Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n[00:35.45] I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n[00:37.29] Catch you at your mother's wake\n[00:38.56] Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n[00:40.54] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n[00:43.03] Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n[00:45.49] Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n[00:47.86] The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n[00:50.55] A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n[00:53.48] And take all the cheddar like child support\n[00:55.33] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n[00:58.01] My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n[01:00.41] A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n[01:03.95] Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n[01:05.96] Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n[01:08.12] You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n[01:10.62] Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n[01:13.14] You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n[01:15.61] Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n[01:18.47] Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n[01:21.02] That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n[01:23.03] T.S. the best that did it\n[01:24.24] (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n[01:26.08] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:28.26] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[01:31.20] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:33.34] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[01:36.29] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:38.28] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[01:41.29] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:43.39] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[01:46.01] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n[01:48.63] Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n[01:51.37] The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n[01:53.66] Supposed to supply us with rights\n[01:54.97] Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n[01:57.02] I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n[01:59.55] Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n[02:01.52] You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n[02:03.78] Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n[02:06.61] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n[02:08.96] All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n[02:11.39] Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n[02:14.03] You never see me talk to police\n[02:16.10] Though you should know that I really don't care\n[02:18.55] Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n[02:20.26] And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n[02:22.21] It's rare that niggas want beef\n[02:23.69] Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n[02:26.48] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n[02:28.90] Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n[02:30.01] Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n[02:32.21] Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n[02:34.02] Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n[02:37.40] Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n[02:39.36] Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n[02:42.22] Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n[02:44.03] Until I'm locked and shot down\n[02:45.16] Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n[02:47.20] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n[02:49.41] Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n[02:52.64] Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n[02:54.51] Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n[02:57.44] And stalk our prey like a predator\n[02:59.13] Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n[03:02.48] So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n[03:04.52] I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n[03:07.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:09.52] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:12.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:14.61] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:17.65] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:19.78] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[03:22.60] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:24.79] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[03:27.79] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:29.76] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:32.84] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:34.89] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:37.85] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:39.91] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[03:43.10] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:45.15] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[03:47.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe)\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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(So who the next to get it?)\n  T.S. the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 98280\n  end_ms: 101290\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 101290\n  end_ms: 103390\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 103390\n  end_ms: 106010\n- text: Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  start_ms: 106010\n  end_ms: 108630\n- text: Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  start_ms: 108630\n  end_ms: 111370\n- text: The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n  start_ms: 111370\n  end_ms: 113660\n- text: Supposed to supply us with rights\n  start_ms: 113660\n  end_ms: 114970\n- text: Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n  start_ms: 114970\n  end_ms: 117020\n- text: I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  start_ms: 117020\n  end_ms: 119550\n- text: Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n  start_ms: 119550\n  end_ms: 121520\n- text: You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  start_ms: 121520\n  end_ms: 123780\n- text: Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n  start_ms: 123780\n  end_ms: 126610\n- text: Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  start_ms: 126610\n  end_ms: 128960\n- text: All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n  start_ms: 128960\n  end_ms: 131390\n- text: Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n  start_ms: 131390\n  end_ms: 134030\n- text: You never see me talk to police\n  start_ms: 134030\n  end_ms: 136100\n- text: Though you should know that I really don't care\n  start_ms: 136100\n  end_ms: 138550\n- text: Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  start_ms: 138550\n  end_ms: 140260\n- text: And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  start_ms: 140260\n  end_ms: 142210\n- text: It's rare that niggas want beef\n  start_ms: 142210\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 146480\n- text: Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  start_ms: 146480\n  end_ms: 148900\n- text: Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  start_ms: 148900\n  end_ms: 150010\n- text: Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  start_ms: 150010\n  end_ms: 152210\n- text: Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  start_ms: 152210\n  end_ms: 154020\n- text: Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n  start_ms: 154020\n  end_ms: 157400\n- text: Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  start_ms: 157400\n  end_ms: 159360\n- text: Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n  start_ms: 159360\n  end_ms: 162220\n- text: Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  start_ms: 162220\n  end_ms: 164030\n- text: Until I'm locked and shot down\n  start_ms: 164030\n  end_ms: 165160\n- text: Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n  start_ms: 165160\n  end_ms: 167200\n- text: We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  start_ms: 167200\n  end_ms: 169410\n- text: Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n  start_ms: 169410\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174510\n- text: Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  start_ms: 174510\n  end_ms: 177440\n- text: And stalk our prey like a predator\n  start_ms: 177440\n  end_ms: 179130\n- text: Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  start_ms: 179130\n  end_ms: 182480\n- text: So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  start_ms: 182480\n  end_ms: 184520\n- text: I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n  start_ms: 184520\n  end_ms: 187540\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 187540\n  end_ms: 189520\n- text: 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  start_ms: 189520\n  end_ms: 192540\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 192540\n  end_ms: 194610\n- text: Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  start_ms: 194610\n  end_ms: 197650\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 197650\n  end_ms: 199780\n- text: We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 199780\n  end_ms: 202600\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 202600\n  end_ms: 204790\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 204790\n  end_ms: 207790\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 207790\n  end_ms: 209760\n- text: 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  start_ms: 209760\n  end_ms: 212840\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 212840\n  end_ms: 214890\n- text: Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  start_ms: 214890\n  end_ms: 217850\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 217850\n  end_ms: 219910\n- text: We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  start_ms: 219910\n  end_ms: 223100\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  start_ms: 223100\n  end_ms: 225150\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 225150\n  end_ms: 227920\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 227920\nplain: |-\n  (\"I can feel it!\")\n\n  Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n  I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n  Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n  Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n  We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n  Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n  Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n  Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n  Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n  Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n\n  It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n  Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n  I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake\n  Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n\n  I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n  Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n  Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n  The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n  A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n  And take all the cheddar like child support\n\n  I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n  My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n  A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n  Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n  Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n  You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n  Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n  You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n  Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n  Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n  That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n  T.S. the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n  Supposed to supply us with rights\n  Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n  I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n  You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\n  Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n  Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n  You never see me talk to police\n  Though you should know that I really don't care\n  Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  It's rare that niggas want beef\n  Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\n  Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n  Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n  Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  Until I'm locked and shot down\n  Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\n  We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n  Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n  Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  And stalk our prey like a predator\n  Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n"},{"id":17230900,"name":"Deep","trackName":"Deep","artistName":"Fat Joe/Dre","albumName":"Deep","duration":216.11102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I took this bitch to the Amalfi Coast\nBack to Mexico packed her bags like vamanos\nUsed to play the 'jects, used to serve some drinks\nNow she drip Brioni with the Persian minks\nDamn, I shouldn't have saved her\nWalked in Club Liv, she on the couch with some players\nThem niggas get to ice grilling, crack\nBut she ain't never suck no dick like that\n\nDead presi's, got her the gold Presi's\nSuites at the Embassy with the private entry\nNow it's quits 'cause I bought you ass and tits\nScreaming every niggas name\nWhen they ask, who's ass is this?\nSleeping with the whole damn crew\nMind racing, thinking, what would OJ do?\nThese hoes ain't playing fair, bitches cutthroat\nAnd take off like Greek the Freak when the bucks go\n\nI got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\nI feel for the both of 'em\n'Cause I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\nHow deep is your love? 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Yeah\n[01:19.09] How deep is your love? Yeah\n[01:24.75] How deep is your love? Yeah\n[01:31.19] How deep is your love? 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Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n\n  Yo, there's a war goin' on outside no man's safe from\n  Shit's hard when you at odds with day ones\n  I fucked thirty bitches, it ain't feel the same\n  House filled with dirty dishes, even took the maid\n  I had you at them Heat games in them seats, man\n  You be like, we could trip a referee, bae\n  I'm like, Ma, you got to chill\n  Pick that bag up off the floor\n\n  Bitch, act like you been here before\n  And that's what a nigga call a flashback\n  Gave my hitter 30K, the nigga pushed the cash back\n  These hoes ain't playing fair, bitches cutthroat\n  It's cold as Minnesota, make you wonder, where the love go?\n\n  I got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\n  I feel for the both of 'em\n  'Cause I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\n  I got a problem and it hurts so bad (Hurts so bad)\n  I feel for the both of 'em\n  'Cause I'm 'bout to go bad, yeah\n\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n  How deep is your love? Yeah\n\n  Na-na-na-na, na\n  Na-na, na\n  Na-na-na-na, na\n  Na-na, na\n"},{"id":14025523,"name":"Twinz (feat. Fat Joe)","trackName":"Twinz (feat. Fat Joe)","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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(So who the next to get it?)\nT.S. the best that did it\n(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (feat. Fat Joe)\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (\"I can feel it!\")\n\n  Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n  I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n  Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n  Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n  We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n  Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n  Joey Crack, buck 'em all if they move-\n  Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!\n  Dead in the middle of Little Italy\n  Little did we know that we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly\n\n  It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n  Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n  I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake\n  Smack you, then I whack you with my snub three-eight\n\n  I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children\n  Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n  Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n  The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n  A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss forever\n  And take all the cheddar like child support\n\n  I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n  My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n  A thug nigga just like me; one of the best, might be even better\n  Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n  Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n  You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n  Hit you with the MAC (MAC), smack your bitch, nigga what?\n  You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n  Truck jewels (jewels), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' \"Cash Rules\"\n  Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through\n  That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n  T.S. the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n  Supposed to supply us with rights\n  Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n  I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n  You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\n  Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n  Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n  You never see me talk to police\n  Though you should know that I really don't care\n  Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  It's rare that niggas want beef\n  Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\n  Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n  Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n  Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  Until I'm locked and shot down\n  Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\n  We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n  Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n  Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  And stalk our prey like a predator\n  Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n"},{"id":11107310,"name":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) - Instrumental","trackName":"Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) - Instrumental","artistName":"Big Pun","albumName":"Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. Fat Joe] EP","duration":251.0,"instrumental":true,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":null,"syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Twinz (Deep Cover 98) (feat. Fat Joe) - Instrumental\n  artist: Big Pun\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover '98) [feat. 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Fresh in my double breast\nLike a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo, bubble bathin\nIn the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot\nGonna fly it to Puerto Vallarta\nCharter a chopper on top of the Hyatt\n\nBusiness chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters\nAt Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier\nChick go for celly book a room at the Holiday\nInn, so I can get her and a friend\nMenage a trois livin the life of a star\nOverweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams\nWhile you niggas havin limousine dreams\nI got you all sized up, niggas wise up\nA Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up\n\nFor you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott with deviants\nAnd rentin chariots to carry us to various\nEvening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe\nExtorting wannabes for all their G's\nFuck it, just gimme half\nI make it last, with the dough I got, if not\nI blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the Glock\nLet these niggas learn the hard way\nThe word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob way\n\nFuck that fuck that fuck that!\nFunkmaster Flex keepin it realer\nHot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher\nFull-A-Clips, WHAT!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fat Joe & Big Pun – Freestyle\n  artist: Fat Joe & Big Pun\n  album: Twinz (Deep Cover ’98) EP\n  duration_ms: 128000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Power from the street lights made the place dark\n  But yo they didn't care, they turned it out\n  Uhh, you know what this is, South Bronx\n  Fat Joey Crack representin the realest\n  I got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house\n  Yo Punisher, let these niggas know\n\n  Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers\n  Actin like they crackin boulders\n  When they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish\n  Always talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch\n  And often counterfeit, Kings of New York\n  On Mr. Walken's dick\n  You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it\n  Riffin like you sniffin coke\n  To scare me but you barely blunted\n  You really done it now you got me mad\n  Morenos be like, \"Papi's bad\"\n  Makin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back\n\n  Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin\n  He was always get loot off the crack and\n  Fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state\n  The very sight'll make the average man defecate\n  Livin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond\n  I be gone I'll be worshiped like Nicky Barnes\n  It's on -- you don't want no confrontation\n  Kill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations\n\n  I keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo\n  With my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?\n  Lookin Doug E. 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(So who the next to get it?)\nT.S. the best that did it\n(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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Bring it, I blow your whole spot\n[01:41.29] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[01:43.39] It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n[01:46.01] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n[01:48.63] Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n[01:51.37] The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\n[01:53.66] Supposed to supply us with rights\n[01:54.97] Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\n[01:57.02] I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n[01:59.55] Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\n[02:01.52] You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n[02:03.78] Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n[02:06.61] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n[02:08.96] All the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\n[02:11.39] Kickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\n[02:14.03] You never see me talk to police\n[02:16.10] Though you should know that I really don't care\n[02:18.55] Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n[02:20.26] And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n[02:22.21] It's rare that niggas want beef\n[02:23.69] Big Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n[02:26.48] Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n[02:28.90] Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n[02:30.01] Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n[02:32.21] Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n[02:34.02] Three TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\n[02:37.40] Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n[02:39.36] Full-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\n[02:42.22] Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n[02:44.03] Until I'm locked and shot down\n[02:45.16] Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n[02:47.20] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n[02:49.41] Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\n[02:52.64] Plus, I'm the crime boss of New York\n[02:54.51] Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n[02:57.44] And stalk our prey like a predator\n[02:59.13] Whoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n[03:02.48] So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n[03:04.52] I fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n[03:07.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:09.52] 20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n[03:12.54] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:14.61] Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n[03:17.65] Yeah, and you don't stop!\n[03:19.78] We'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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(So who the next to get it?)\nT.S. the best that did it\n(Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nFuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\nTake 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth\nThe street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased\nSupposed to supply us with rights\nTonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can\nI'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\nBlack Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real\nYou know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\nPeep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\nCreep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\nAll the kids in the ghetto call me \"Don Cartagena\"\nKickin' ass as I blast off heat, and\nYou never see me talk to police\nThough you should know that I really don't care\nPull you by the hair, slit your throat\nAnd I'll leave you right there, so beware\nIt's rare that niggas want beef\nBig Pun, speak, and let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\nFuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\nPuerto Ricans known for slashin'\nCatchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\nKeep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\nThree TECs is in the Jeep Lexus just in case police test us\nStreet professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\nFull-of-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God when the metal hollers\nBetter acknowledge or get knocked down\nUntil I'm locked and shot down\nHeather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\nWe lock towns like rounds in the chamber\nBoogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine every time\nPlus, I'm the crime boss of New York\nWhere we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\nAnd stalk our prey like a predator\nWhoever want it, go and get it; set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\nSo remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\nI fill a clip of my weapon and punish niggas 'til it's armageddon\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nIt's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\nYeah, and you don't stop!\n20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nJoey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\nYeah, and you don't stop!\nWe'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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(So who the next to get it?)\n  T.S. the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  20-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked\n  Yeah, and you don't stop!\n  We'll make it hot, nigga, what? 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I cruise in my Bimmer\n  start_ms: 126370\n  end_ms: 128580\n- text: All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena\n  start_ms: 128580\n  end_ms: 131000\n- text: Kickin' ass as I blast off heat\n  start_ms: 131000\n  end_ms: 133340\n- text: And you never see me talk to police\n  start_ms: 133340\n  end_ms: 135610\n- text: Though you should know that I really don't care\n  start_ms: 135610\n  end_ms: 138370\n- text: Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  start_ms: 138370\n  end_ms: 139960\n- text: And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  start_ms: 139960\n  end_ms: 141980\n- text: It's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak\n  start_ms: 141980\n  end_ms: 144370\n- text: And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n  start_ms: 144370\n  end_ms: 146330\n- text: Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  start_ms: 146330\n  end_ms: 148600\n- text: Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  start_ms: 148600\n  end_ms: 149830\n- text: Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  start_ms: 149830\n  end_ms: 152000\n- text: Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n  start_ms: 152000\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 157030\n- text: Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  start_ms: 157030\n  end_ms: 159040\n- text: Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God\n  start_ms: 159040\n  end_ms: 160940\n- text: When the metal hollers\n  start_ms: 160940\n  end_ms: 162210\n- text: Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  start_ms: 162210\n  end_ms: 163760\n- text: Until I'm locked and shot down\n  start_ms: 163760\n  end_ms: 164980\n- text: Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n  start_ms: 164980\n  end_ms: 167260\n- text: We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  start_ms: 167260\n  end_ms: 168990\n- text: Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine\n  start_ms: 168990\n  end_ms: 171770\n- text: Every time, plus I'm the crime boss of New York\n  start_ms: 171770\n  end_ms: 174250\n- text: Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  start_ms: 174250\n  end_ms: 176980\n- text: And stalk our prey like a predator\n  start_ms: 176980\n  end_ms: 178940\n- text: Whoever want it, go and get it\n  start_ms: 178940\n  end_ms: 180420\n- text: Set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  start_ms: 180420\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 184280\n- text: I fill a clip of my weapon\n  start_ms: 184280\n  end_ms: 185470\n- text: And punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon\n  start_ms: 185470\n  end_ms: 187240\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 187240\n  end_ms: 189560\n- text: (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top)\n  start_ms: 189560\n  end_ms: 192250\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 192250\n  end_ms: 194240\n- text: (Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)\n  start_ms: 194240\n  end_ms: 197200\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 197200\n  end_ms: 199560\n- text: (We'll make it hot, nigga, what?\n  start_ms: 199560\n  end_ms: 200910\n- text: Bring it, I blow your whole spot)\n  start_ms: 200910\n  end_ms: 202570\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 202570\n  end_ms: 204530\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 204530\n  end_ms: 207780\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 207780\n  end_ms: 209710\n- text: (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top)\n  start_ms: 209710\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 214720\n- text: (Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)\n  start_ms: 214720\n  end_ms: 217710\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 217710\n  end_ms: 219760\n- text: (We'll make it hot, nigga, what?\n  start_ms: 219760\n  end_ms: 221260\n- text: Bring it, I blow your whole spot)\n  start_ms: 221260\n  end_ms: 222850\n- text: Yeah, and you don't stop\n  start_ms: 222850\n  end_ms: 224710\n- text: It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n  start_ms: 224710\n  end_ms: 224970\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 224970\nplain: |-\n  Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?\n  I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop\n  Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready\n  Meet me at Vito's with Noodles\n  We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti\n  Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor\n  Joey Crack, buck 'em all\n  If they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore\n  Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know\n  That we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddily\n\n  It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L\n  Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill\n  I'm still the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake\n\n  Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tre eight\n\n  I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children\n  Like Amityville, I drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'\n  Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian\n  The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'\n\n  A villain without remorse, who's willin' to out your boss\n  Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support\n\n  I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves\n  My brother from another mother, sent from the above\n  A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be\n  Even better, leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee\n  Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture\n  You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer\n  Hit ya with the MAC (MAC)\n  Smack your bitch, nigga what?\n  You gettin' stuck, my trigger finger's itchy as a fuck\n  Truck jewels (Jewels)\n  Cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' Cash Rules\n  Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryin' to pass through\n\n  That's true! (So who the next to get it?)\n  TS the best that did it\n  (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's-)\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n\n  (We'll make it hot, nigga, what?\n  Bring it, I blow your whole spot)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt\n  Take 'em feet first through the morgue\n  Then lodge 'em in the deep earth\n  The street's cursed, the first amendment's culturally biased\n  Supposed to supply us with rights\n  Tonight I hold my rosary tight as I can\n\n  I'm one man against the world, just me and my girl\n  Black Pearl Latina mas fina but keeps it real\n  You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it\n  Peep it, it's no secret\n  Watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it\n\n  Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer\n  All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena\n  Kickin' ass as I blast off heat\n\n  And you never see me talk to police\n  Though you should know that I really don't care\n  Pull you by the hair, slit your throat\n  And I'll leave you right there, so beware\n  It's rare that niggas want beef, Big Pun speak\n  And let these motherfuckers know how we run the streets\n\n  Fuck peace, I run the streets deep with no compassion\n  Puerto Ricans known for slashin'\n  Catchin' niggas while they sleepin', no relaxin'\n  Keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes\n\n  Three TECs in the Jeep Lexus, just in case police test us\n  Street professors, Terror Squad, ghetto scholars\n  Full-a-clips mob, inflicts the fear of God\n  When the metal hollers\n  Better acknowledge or get knocked down\n  Until I'm locked and shot down\n  Heather B. couldn't make me put my Glock down\n\n  We lock towns like rounds in the chamber\n  Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine\n\n  Every time, plus I'm the crime boss of New York\n  Where we taught to walk the walk, all my niggas carry chalk\n  And stalk our prey like a predator\n  Whoever want it, go and get it\n  Set it, baby, and I'ma bury ya\n  So remember the Squad that I'm reppin'\n  I fill a clip of my weapon\n  And punish niggas 'til it's Armageddon\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (We'll make it hot, nigga, what?\n  Bring it, I blow your whole spot)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Twenty shot Glock with the cop killers, fill 'em to the top)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  (We'll make it hot, nigga, what?\n  Bring it, I blow your whole spot)\n  Yeah, and you don't stop\n  It's still one-eight-seven on an undercover cop\n"}]