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shell, well\nMake 'em yell again, so sleek\nBut I'm a be maxin' in suites\nCountin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\nHittin' your chick in Jeeps\nMiraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\nYou jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\nWhat?, you got heat, you better pop those\nWe movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\nThat rock those, much land discoveries\nChrome rims, sippin' bubbly\nWho livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\nSo dissin' me, come on now listen G,\nYou's a dime I'm a key\nThun, thun straight out of Sicily\nNow, back to the stash crib\nJoey Crack baggin' up cracks\nOne love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\nChorus\n\nFat Joe-\n\nWord ...life, I'll be the infamous\nWho leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\nRun up in your crib, blast your kids\nAin't no myth in this, shit's official\nI'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\nCause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\nGives me an erection\nYou need protection from the smooth assassin\nWho really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\nExecution fashion\nNow who's the fat one that you love to hate\nCatch you at your mother's wake, smack you\nThen I'll wack you with my snub 38\nIt doesn't take much to make me restless\n\nLook at my face and definite lose your breath\nTruck my face is Lexus\nYou want to test this, so really?,\nI'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\nI'm very dangerous and well-connected\nI puff an L with Method, then try to\nDecide who's next to fill his neck slit\nSo respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\nWu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n\nChorus\n\nPunisher-\n\nYou guys despise guys like us\nGuys like us, disgust like Spartacus\nYou cuss and claim a bust\nYou lust for a part of us, you thrust\nBut can't touch\nPlus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\nPut the pressure on the mic, I biz\nPress to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\nWe're having sex, tight-ass flex\nPretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\nSis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\nMy body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\nSosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\nCatch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\nAs I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\nI questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\nAll your version predicates\nDone as well as you pronunciate\nIn the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\nTake C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n\nChorus\n\nFat Joe-\n\nYo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\nAdvisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\nDivisin' ideas with masterminders\nMovin' on a stash of diamonds\nFirst we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\nDon't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\nBut when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\nI'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\nMe and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\nBack to Ringling Brothers believe them others\nYou's the best, yet, and still\nI'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\nPuffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\nThe real scandalous\nI'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\nPlannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\nSpanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\nChoppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n\nBig shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.75] < 4: 30 in the morning, mira\n[00:06.75] You know what I mean, mira\n[00:12.26] Let's get this money sorted and counted, word\n[00:18.66] Know what I mean, dame te culo mami\n[00:20.38] Give me my shit back, mira, hey yo\n[00:21.04] Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n[00:21.67] Shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n[00:22.30] The remix, add on son\n[00:22.75] Politic for the real ones...>\n[00:23.34] Chorus-Raekwon\n[00:23.85] We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n[00:25.54] Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n[00:28.09] The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n[00:31.07] Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n[00:32.53] Raekwon-\n[00:32.95] Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n[00:35.15] Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n[00:37.26] Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n[00:38.74] Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n[00:41.08] 929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n[00:44.05] Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n[00:46.45] Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n[00:48.78] Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n[00:50.26] But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n[00:52.38] Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n[00:54.33] Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n[00:55.83] Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n[00:58.54] You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n[01:00.95] What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n[01:03.05] We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n[01:04.99] That rock those, much land discoveries\n[01:07.74] Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n[01:09.88] Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n[01:12.02] So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n[01:14.16] You's a dime I'm a key\n[01:15.86] Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n[01:17.36] Now, back to the stash crib\n[01:19.25] Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n[01:21.85] One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n[01:23.33] Chorus\n[01:33.14] Fat Joe-\n[01:33.76] Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n[01:35.03] Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n[01:36.94] Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n[01:38.91] Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n[01:39.95] I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n[01:42.53] Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\n[01:44.88] Gives me an erection\n[01:46.17] You need protection from the smooth assassin\n[01:48.08] Who really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\n[01:50.23] Execution fashion\n[01:53.15] Now who's the fat one that you love to hate\n[01:54.67] Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n[01:55.96] Then I'll wack you with my snub 38\n[01:57.46] It doesn't take much to make me restless\n[01:59.59] Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n[02:01.55] Truck my face is Lexus\n[02:02.55] You want to test this, so really?,\n[02:04.49] I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\n[02:07.48] I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n[02:10.67] I puff an L with Method, then try to\n[02:11.98] Decide who's next to fill his neck slit\n[02:13.27] So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n[02:16.02] Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n[02:18.13] Chorus\n[02:29.46] Punisher-\n[02:29.90] You guys despise guys like us\n[02:31.38] Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n[02:33.56] You cuss and claim a bust\n[02:35.02] You lust for a part of us, you thrust\n[02:36.71] But can't touch\n[02:37.75] Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\n[02:40.37] Put the pressure on the mic, I biz\n[02:42.45] Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\n[02:44.36] We're having sex, tight-ass flex\n[02:45.85] Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\n[02:48.85] Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n[02:51.65] My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n[02:53.95] Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n[02:56.95] Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n[02:59.54] As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\n[03:02.33] I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\n[03:05.32] All your version predicates\n[03:06.78] Done as well as you pronunciate\n[03:08.24] In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\n[03:10.66] Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n[03:13.43] Chorus\n[03:23.87] Fat Joe-\n[03:24.76] Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n[03:27.06] Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n[03:30.46] Divisin' ideas with masterminders\n[03:32.83] Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n[03:34.53] First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\n[03:36.04] Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n[03:37.96] But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\n[03:41.14] I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n[03:43.65] Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n[03:46.48] Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n[03:48.62] You's the best, yet, and still\n[03:50.52] I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\n[03:52.04] Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\n[03:54.57] The real scandalous\n[03:55.46] I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n[03:56.76] Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\n[03:59.07] Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n[04:01.62] Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n[04:03.74] Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond\n[04:09.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Firewater\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: 'The Legacy: The Best of Big Pun'\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '< 4: 30 in the morning, mira'\n  start_ms: 3750\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: You know what I mean, mira\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 12260\n- text: Let's get this money sorted and counted, word\n  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word\n  Shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n  The remix, add on son\n  Politic for the real ones...>\n\n  Chorus-Raekwon\n  We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n\n  Raekwon-\n\n  Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n  Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n  929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, 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Give me my shit back, mira, hey yo\n  Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n  Shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n  The remix, add on son\n  Politic for the real ones...>\n\n  Chorus-Raekwon\n  We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n\n  Raekwon-\n\n  Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n  Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n  929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We 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Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n  You's a dime I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, 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Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\n  Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n  My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n  Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n  Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n  As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\n  I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\n  All your version predicates\n  Done as well as you pronunciate\n  In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\n  Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n  Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n  Divisin' ideas with masterminders\n  Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n  First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\n  Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n  But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\n  I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  Back to Ringling 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Jeeps\n[00:55.83] Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n[00:58.54] You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n[01:00.95] What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n[01:03.05] We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n[01:04.99] That rock those, much land discoveries\n[01:07.74] Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n[01:09.88] Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n[01:12.02] So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n[01:14.16] You's a dime I'm a key\n[01:15.86] Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n[01:17.36] Now, back to the stash crib\n[01:19.25] Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n[01:21.85] One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n[01:23.33] Chorus\n[01:33.14] Fat Joe-\n[01:33.76] Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n[01:35.03] Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n[01:36.94] Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n[01:38.91] Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n[01:39.95] I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n[01:42.53] Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to 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Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n  You's a dime I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, 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Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\n  Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n  My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n  Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n  Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n  As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\n  I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\n  All your version predicates\n  Done as well as you pronunciate\n  In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\n  Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n\n  chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n  Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n  Divisin' ideas with masterminders\n  Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n  First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\n  Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n  But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\n  I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  Back to Ringling 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You got heat, you better pop those\nWe movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes\nThat rock those, much land discoveries\nChrome rims, sippin' bubbly\nWho livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me\nSo dissin' me, come on now listen G\nYou's a dime, I'm a key\nThun, thun straight out of Sicily\nNow, back to the stash crib\nJoey Crack baggin' up cracks\nOne love, give 'em G-Packs, kid\nWe gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nThe rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nWord life, I'll be the infamous\nWho leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\nRun up in your crib, blast your kids\nAin't no myth in this, shit's official\nI'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven\nGives me an erection\nYou need protection from the smooth assassin\nWho really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas\nExecution fashion\nNow who's the fat one that you love to hate?\nCatch you at your mother's wake, smack you\nThen I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight\nIt doesn't take much to make me restless\nLook at my face and definite lose your breath\nTruck up, my face is Lexus\nYou wan' test this, so really?\nI'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry\nI'm very dangerous and well-connected\nI puff an L with Method, then try to\nDecide who's next to feel his neck slit\nSo respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\nWu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios\nWe gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nYou guys despise guys like us\nGuys like us, disgust like Spartacus\nYou cuss and claim a bust\nYou lust for a part of us\nYou thrust, but can't touch\nPlus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\nPut the pressure on the mic\nA bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\nWhen having sex, tight-ass flex\nPretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec\nSis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\nMy body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\nSosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\nCatch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\nAs I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts\nI question mark your heart, punctuate your fate\nAll your version predicates\nDone as well as you pronunciate\nIn the West we're gonna break you off the isle\nTake C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender\nGettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nYo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\nAdvisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\nDivisin' ideas with master minders\nMovin' on a stash of diamonds\nFirst we get the cash, then we laugh like minors\nDon't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\nBut when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with\nI'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\nMe and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\nBack to Ringling Brothers believe them others\nYou the best, yet, and still\nI'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch\nPuffin' on a Chesterfield\nWho wan' test the real scandalous\nI'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\nPlannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist\nSpanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\nChoppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches\nGettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Firewater (feat. Big Pun, Armageddon & Raekwon)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Endangered Species\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (4:30 in the morning, mira)\n  You know what I mean, mira\n  Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)\n  Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n  (Shine like marbles) collects diamonds\n  (The remix)\n  Ayo, add on son\n  Politic for the real ones\n  Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah\n  Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin'\n  929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What? You got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G\n  You's a dime, I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em G-Packs, kid\n  We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Word life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas\n  Execution fashion\n  Now who's the fat one that you love to hate?\n  Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n  Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight\n  It doesn't take much to make me restless\n  Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n  Truck up, my face is Lexus\n  You wan' test this, so really?\n  I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry\n  I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n  I puff an L with Method, then try to\n  Decide who's next to feel his neck slit\n  So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n  Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios\n  We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  You guys despise guys like us\n  Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n  You cuss and claim a bust\n  You lust for a part of us\n  You thrust, but can't touch\n  Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\n  Put the pressure on the mic\n  A bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\n  When having sex, tight-ass flex\n  Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec\n  Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n  My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n  Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n  Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n  As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts\n  I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate\n  All your version predicates\n  Done as well as you pronunciate\n  In the West we're gonna break you off the isle\n  Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender\n  Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n  Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n  Divisin' ideas with master minders\n  Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n  First we get the cash, then we laugh like minors\n  Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n  But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with\n  I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n  You the best, yet, and still\n  I'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch\n  Puffin' on a Chesterfield\n  Who wan' test the real scandalous\n  I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n  Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist\n  Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n  Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches\n  Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)\n"},{"id":25907904,"name":"Firewater (feat. Big Pun, Armageddon & Raekwon)","trackName":"Firewater (feat. Big Pun, Armageddon & Raekwon)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Envy","duration":256.287347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(4:30 in the morning, mira)\nYou know what I mean, mira\nDame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)\nYo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n(Shine like marbles) collects diamonds\n(The remix)\nAyo, add on son\nPolitic for the real ones\nYo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nThe rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner son, fake a jack, you be a goner\nYo, control this rap like Napoleon\nHalf-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\nRock 'em like linoleum, yeah\nLex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin'\n929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\nWhirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\nTime to pull again, release the shell, well\nMake 'em yell again, so sleek\nBut I'm a be maxin' in suites\nCountin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\nHittin' your chick in Jeeps\nMiraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\nYou jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free\nWhat? You got heat, you better pop those\nWe movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes\nThat rock those, much land discoveries\nChrome rims, sippin' bubbly\nWho livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me\nSo dissin' me, come on now listen G\nYou's a dime, I'm a key\nThun, thun straight out of Sicily\nNow, back to the stash crib\nJoey Crack baggin' up cracks\nOne love, give 'em G-Packs, kid\nWe gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nThe rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nWord life, I'll be the infamous\nWho leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\nRun up in your crib, blast your kids\nAin't no myth in this, shit's official\nI'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven\nGives me an erection\nYou need protection from the smooth assassin\nWho really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas\nExecution fashion\nNow who's the fat one that you love to hate?\nCatch you at your mother's wake, smack you\nThen I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight\nIt doesn't take much to make me restless\nLook at my face and definite lose your breath\nTruck up, my face is Lexus\nYou wan' test this, so really?\nI'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry\nI'm very dangerous and well-connected\nI puff an L with Method, then try to\nDecide who's next to feel his neck slit\nSo respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\nWu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios\nWe gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nYou guys despise guys like us\nGuys like us, disgust like Spartacus\nYou cuss and claim a bust\nYou lust for a part of us\nYou thrust, but can't touch\nPlus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\nPut the pressure on the mic\nA bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\nWhen having sex, tight-ass flex\nPretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec\nSis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\nMy body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\nSosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\nCatch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\nAs I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts\nI question mark your heart, punctuate your fate\nAll your version predicates\nDone as well as you pronunciate\nIn the West we're gonna break you off the isle\nTake C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender\nGettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\nYo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\nAdvisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\nDivisin' ideas with master minders\nMovin' on a stash of diamonds\nFirst we get the cash, then we laugh like minors\nDon't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\nBut when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with\nI'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\nMe and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\nBack to Ringling Brothers believe them others\nYou the best, yet, and still\nI'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch\nPuffin' on a Chesterfield\nWho wan' test the real scandalous\nI'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\nPlannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist\nSpanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\nChoppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches\nGettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nRich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Firewater (feat. Big Pun, Armageddon & Raekwon)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Envy\n  duration_ms: 256287\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (4:30 in the morning, mira)\n  You know what I mean, mira\n  Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)\n  Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n  (Shine like marbles) collects diamonds\n  (The remix)\n  Ayo, add on son\n  Politic for the real ones\n  Yo, we gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  Rock 'em like linoleum, yeah\n  Lex, diamonds, shinin' like you rhymin'\n  929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack Mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What? You got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like Gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovely, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G\n  You's a dime, I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em G-Packs, kid\n  We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Word life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  'Cause my investin' was sendin' rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, blastin' mothafuckas\n  Execution fashion\n  Now who's the fat one that you love to hate?\n  Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n  Then I'll wack you with my snub trey-eight\n  It doesn't take much to make me restless\n  Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n  Truck up, my face is Lexus\n  You wan' test this, so really?\n  I'll make one call and have the whole Wu comin' on the ferry\n  I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n  I puff an L with Method, then try to\n  Decide who's next to feel his neck slit\n  So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n  Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios\n  We gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  You guys despise guys like us\n  Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n  You cuss and claim a bust\n  You lust for a part of us\n  You thrust, but can't touch\n  Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\n  Put the pressure on the mic\n  A bench press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\n  When having sex, tight-ass flex\n  Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tec\n  Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n  My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n  Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n  Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n  As I remember my ménage à trois was mired by sluts\n  I question mark your heart, punctuate your fate\n  All your version predicates\n  Done as well as you pronunciate\n  In the West we're gonna break you off the isle\n  Take C.O.s hostage Arab style, no surrender\n  Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner\n  Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n  Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n  Divisin' ideas with master minders\n  Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n  First we get the cash, then we laugh like minors\n  Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n  But when it come to money, thun, I'm not the one to laugh with\n  I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n  You the best, yet, and still\n  I'm investin' mil's on a hunch over lunch\n  Puffin' on a Chesterfield\n  Who wan' test the real scandalous\n  I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n  Plannin' hits with an anonymous philanthropist\n  Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n  Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches\n  Gettin' knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriott's\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  Rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner thun, fake a jack, you be a goner (goner)\n"},{"id":29582845,"name":"Firewater","trackName":"Firewater","artistName":"Fat Joe feat. Big Pun, Armageddon and Raekwon","albumName":"The Legacy: The Best of Big Pun","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"< 4: 30 in the morning, mira\nyou know what I mean, mira\nlet's get this money sorted and counted, word\nknow what I mean, dame te culo mami\ngive me my shit back, mira, hey yo\nFat Joe and them is here now, word\nshine like marbles, collects diamonds\nthe remix, add on son\npolitic for the real ones...>\n\nChorus-Raekwon\nWe get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\nBlast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\nThe rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\nCorner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n\nRaekwon-\n\nYo, control this rap like Napoleon\nHalf-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\nRock 'em like linolieum, yeah\nLex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\nWhirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\nTime to pull again, release the shell, well\nMake 'em yell again, so sleek\nBut I'm a be maxin' in suites\nCountin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\nHittin' your chick in Jeeps\nMiraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\nYou jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\nWhat?, you got heat, you better pop those\nWe movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\nThat rock those, much land discoveries\nChrome rims, sippin' bubbly\nWho livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\nSo dissin' me, come on now listen G,\nYou's a dime I'm a key\nThun, thun straight out of Sicily\nNow, back to the stash crib\nJoey Crack baggin' up cracks\nOne love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\nchorus\n\nFat Joe-\n\nWord ...life, I'll be the infamous\nWho leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\nRun up in your crib, blast your kids\nAin't no myth in this, shit's official\nI'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\nCause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\nGives me an erection\nYou need protection from the smooth assassin\nWho really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\nExecution fashion\nNow who's the fat one that you love to hate\nCatch you at your mother's wake, smack you\nThen I'll wack you with my snub 38\nIt doesn't take much to make me restless\n\nLook at my face and definite lose your breath\ntruck my face is Lexus\nYou want to test this, so really?,\nI'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\nI'm very dangerous and well-connected\nI puff an L with Method, then try to\nDecide who's next to fill his neck slit\nSo respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\nWu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n\nchorus\n\nPunisher-\n\nYou guys despise guys like us\nGuys like us, disgust like Spartacus\nYou cuss and claim a bust\nYou lust for a part of us, you thrust\nBut can't touch\nPlus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\nPut the pressure on the mic, I biz\nPress to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\nWe're having sex, tight-ass flex\nPretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\nSis' got curves 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Who really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\n  Execution fashion\n  Now who's the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n  Then I'll wack you with my snub 38\n  It doesn't take much to make me restless\n\n  Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n  truck my face is Lexus\n  You want to test this, so really?,\n  I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\n  I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n  I puff an L with Method, then try to\n  Decide who's next to fill his neck slit\n  So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n  Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Punisher-\n\n  You guys despise guys like us\n  Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n  You cuss and claim a bust\n  You lust for a part of us, you thrust\n  But can't touch\n  Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\n  Put the pressure on the mic, I biz\n  Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\n  We're having 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 Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n  You's the best, yet, and still\n  I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\n  Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\n  The real scandalous\n  I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n  Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\n  Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n  Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n\n  Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond\n"},{"id":10518833,"name":"Firewater","trackName":"Firewater","artistName":"Fat Joe featuring Big Pun, Armageddon and Raekwon","albumName":"Endangered Species","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"< 4: 30 in the morning, mira\nyou know what I mean, mira\nlet's get this money sorted and counted, word\nknow what I mean, dame te culo mami\ngive me my shit back, mira, hey yo\nFat Joe and them is here now, word\nshine like marbles, collects diamonds\nthe remix, add on son\npolitic for the real ones...>\n\nChorus-Raekwon\nWe get knots, like 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mira, hey yo\n[00:21.04] Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n[00:21.67] shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n[00:22.30] the remix, add on son\n[00:22.75] politic for the real ones...>\n[00:23.34] Chorus-Raekwon\n[00:23.85] We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n[00:25.54] Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n[00:28.09] The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n[00:31.07] Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n[00:32.53] Raekwon-\n[00:32.95] Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n[00:35.15] Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n[00:37.26] Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n[00:38.74] Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n[00:41.08] 929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n[00:44.05] Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n[00:46.45] Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n[00:48.78] Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n[00:50.26] But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n[00:52.38] Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n[00:54.33] Hittin' your chick 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Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n  You's a dime I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\n  Execution fashion\n  Now who's the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n  Then I'll wack you with my snub 38\n  It doesn't take much to make me restless\n\n  Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n  truck my face is Lexus\n  You want to test this, so really?,\n  I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\n  I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n  I puff an L with Method, then try to\n  Decide who's next to fill his neck slit\n  So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n  Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Punisher-\n\n  You guys despise guys like us\n  Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n  You cuss and claim a bust\n  You lust for a part of us, you thrust\n  But 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hard\nsometimes i find myself alone just praying to god\nHoping that today won't be the last\nI mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted\n(Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.\nIt was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass\nHe was a cool kid, although we lost him big\nIf he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did\nLife's trife, and then you die\nNobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy\n\nThat's why I keeps an alibi\nJuliani wants to see a brother fry\nSo I maintain to keep my mind peace focused\nKeep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this\nTimes are difficult on the streets of New York\nIt's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught\nBlue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me\nBut they won't get the best of me\nCause riches are my destiny\n\nHey Joey, let's just get this money\nBrothas just be wilin\nHey Joey, you can't trust nobody\nBrothas they been triflin\n\nNo one expected me to blow like this\nWhat was once hand me downs\nIs now the best of? atanovich?\nYukon Jeeps creepin through the streets\nCatching the eye of every big booty cheek freak\nDaten rims so shiny you can see your reflection\nGreen plush interior, under the seat\nThe heat for protection\nMomma look at me now\nGot a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child\nD.E.L. condos for first impression hoes\nNo more holes in my gibros\nStrictly denim and clothes\nAirwaves blasting my latest single\nAll up in the Mecca Club\nMaking Lucci while I mingle\nJingle jewels in the face of past enemies\nEat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me\n\nHey Joey, let's just get this money\nBrothas just be wilin\nHey Joey, you can't trust nobody\nBrothas they been triflin\n\nBig Joe, South Bronx\nRepreseeeeeent","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.49] Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down\n[00:12.74] Charlie Rock, LD\n[00:14.70] All my peeps who passed away, yeah\n[00:19.04] \n[00:21.51] I remember when we used to chill on a 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condos for first impression hoes\n[03:11.33] No more holes in my gibros\n[03:12.88] Strictly denim and clothes\n[03:14.35] Airwaves blasting my latest single\n[03:16.83] All up in the Mecca Club\n[03:18.47] Making Lucci while I mingle\n[03:19.87] Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies\n[03:22.85] Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me\n[03:25.97] Hey Joey, let's just get this money\n[03:32.36] Brothas just be wilin\n[03:36.76] Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody\n[03:43.07] Brothas they been triflin\n[03:47.44] \n[03:57.52] Big Joe, South Bronx\n[04:02.49] Represeeeeeent\n[04:02.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Envy (B-Side of Firewater) 128 JS (4.11)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: '1996'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo This is going out to all my peeps locked down\n  start_ms: 6490\n  end_ms: 12740\n- text: Charlie Rock, LD\n  start_ms: 12740\n  end_ms: 14700\n- text: All my peeps who passed away, yeah\n  start_ms: 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Puffing on a bone, breaking car glasses\n  Nothing but dreams of cream on my mind\n  Shook motherfuckers on the block droppin dime\n  Everybody knew Joey Crack represented\n  And if I told then I'd take your life\n  Hey Yo, I meant it\n  That's the way it goes\n  When you deal with the real fake jacks\n  And get your cap peeled\n\n  Hey Joey, let's just get this money\n  Brothas just be wilin\n  Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody\n  Brothas they been triflin\n\n  Yeah Momma never said life would be so hard\n  sometimes i find myself alone just praying to god\n  Hoping that today won't be the last\n  I mean, Just the other day this kid I knew got blasted\n  (Say Word) Word, it wasn't over no cash.\n  It was over some broad who liked to auction off the ass\n  He was a cool kid, although we lost him big\n  If he was a real nigga, then he wouldn't have got did\n  Life's trife, and then you die\n  Nobody dies of old age, but in the hands of another guy\n\n  That's why I keeps an alibi\n  Juliani wants to see a brother fry\n  So I maintain to keep my mind peace focused\n  Keep the gat there in case a nigga wanna smoke this\n  Times are difficult on the streets of New York\n  It's kinda hard trying to hope for and not get caught\n  Blue eyes is on my back with intentions of arresting me\n  But they won't get the best of me\n  Cause riches are my destiny\n\n  Hey Joey, let's just get this money\n  Brothas just be wilin\n  Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody\n  Brothas they been triflin\n\n  No one expected me to blow like this\n  What was once hand me downs\n  Is now the best of? atanovich?\n  Yukon Jeeps creepin through the streets\n  Catching the eye of every big booty cheek freak\n  Daten rims so shiny you can see your reflection\n  Green plush interior, under the seat\n  The heat for protection\n  Momma look at me now\n  Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child\n  D.E.L. condos for first impression hoes\n  No more holes in my gibros\n  Strictly denim and clothes\n  Airwaves blasting my latest single\n  All up in the Mecca Club\n  Making Lucci while I mingle\n  Jingle jewels in the face of past enemies\n  Eat your heart out son, you never was a friend to me\n\n  Hey Joey, let's just get this money\n  Brothas just be wilin\n  Hey Joey, you can't trust nobody\n  Brothas they been triflin\n\n  Big Joe, South Bronx\n  Represeeeeeent\n"},{"id":31984566,"name":"Firewater (feat. 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the shell, well\nMake 'em yell again, so sleek\nBut I'm a be maxin' in suites\nCountin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\nHittin' your chick in Jeeps\nMiraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\nYou jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\nWhat?, you got heat, you better pop those\nWe movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\nThat rock those, much land discoveries\nChrome rims, sippin' bubbly\nWho livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\nSo dissin' me, come on now listen G,\nYou's a dime I'm a key\nThun, thun straight out of Sicily\nNow, back to the stash crib\nJoey Crack baggin' up cracks\nOne love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\nchorus\n\nFat Joe-\n\nWord ...life, I'll be the infamous\nWho leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\nRun up in your crib, blast your kids\nAin't no myth in this, shit's official\nI'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\nCause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\nGives me an erection\nYou need protection from the smooth 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investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\nPuffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\nThe real scandalous\nI'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\nPlannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\nSpanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\nChoppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n\nBig shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.75] < 4: 30 in the morning, mira\n[00:06.75] you know what I mean, mira\n[00:12.26] let's get this money sorted and counted, word\n[00:18.66] know what I mean, dame te culo mami\n[00:20.38] give me my shit back, mira, hey yo\n[00:21.04] Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n[00:21.67] shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n[00:22.30] the remix, add on son\n[00:22.75] politic for the real ones...>\n[00:23.34] Chorus-Raekwon\n[00:23.85] We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n[00:25.54] Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n[00:28.09] The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n[00:31.07] Corner son, fake a jack, you be a 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Lex\n[02:51.65] My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n[02:53.95] Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n[02:56.95] Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n[02:59.54] As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\n[03:02.33] I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\n[03:05.32] All your version predicates\n[03:06.78] Done as well as you pronunciate\n[03:08.24] In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\n[03:10.66] Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n[03:13.43] chorus\n[03:23.87] Fat Joe-\n[03:24.76] Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n[03:27.06] Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n[03:30.46] Divisin' ideas with masterminders\n[03:32.83] Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n[03:34.53] First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\n[03:36.04] Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n[03:37.96] But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\n[03:41.14] I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n[03:43.65] Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n[03:46.48] Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n[03:48.62] You's the best, yet, and still\n[03:50.52] I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\n[03:52.04] Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\n[03:54.57] The real scandalous\n[03:55.46] I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n[03:56.76] Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\n[03:59.07] Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n[04:01.62] Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n[04:03.74] Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond\n[04:09.75] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Firewater (feat. 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25540\n- text: Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  start_ms: 25540\n  end_ms: 28090\n- text: The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  start_ms: 28090\n  end_ms: 31070\n- text: Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n  start_ms: 31070\n  end_ms: 32530\n- text: Raekwon-\n  start_ms: 32530\n  end_ms: 32950\n- text: Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  start_ms: 32950\n  end_ms: 35150\n- text: Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  start_ms: 35150\n  end_ms: 37260\n- text: Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n  start_ms: 37260\n  end_ms: 38740\n- text: Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n  start_ms: 38740\n  end_ms: 41080\n- text: 929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  start_ms: 41080\n  end_ms: 44050\n- text: Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  start_ms: 44050\n  end_ms: 46450\n- text: Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  start_ms: 46450\n  end_ms: 48780\n- text: Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  start_ms: 48780\n  end_ms: 50260\n- 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217960\n  end_ms: 221140\n- text: I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  start_ms: 221140\n  end_ms: 223650\n- text: Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  start_ms: 223650\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: You's the best, yet, and still\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 230520\n- text: I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\n  start_ms: 230520\n  end_ms: 232040\n- text: Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\n  start_ms: 232040\n  end_ms: 234570\n- text: The real scandalous\n  start_ms: 234570\n  end_ms: 235460\n- text: I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n  start_ms: 235460\n  end_ms: 236760\n- text: Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\n  start_ms: 236760\n  end_ms: 239070\n- text: Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n  start_ms: 239070\n  end_ms: 241620\n- text: Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n  start_ms: 241620\n  end_ms: 243740\n- text: Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond\n  start_ms: 243740\n  end_ms: 249750\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 249750\nplain: |-\n  < 4: 30 in the morning, mira\n  you know what I mean, mira\n  let's get this money sorted and counted, word\n  know what I mean, dame te culo mami\n  give me my shit back, mira, hey yo\n  Fat Joe and them is here now, word\n  shine like marbles, collects diamonds\n  the remix, add on son\n  politic for the real ones...>\n\n  Chorus-Raekwon\n  We get knots, like stockbrokers who own Marriotts\n  Blast shots for all my niggas who splash cops\n  The rich Corleone camp is here, thousand and one\n  Corner son, fake a jack, you be a goner...\n\n  Raekwon-\n\n  Yo, control this rap like Napoleon\n  Half-Mongolian, hold it, you owe me in\n  Rock 'em like linolieum, yeah\n  Lex, diamonds, shin'in like you rhymin'\n  929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass\n  Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense\n  Time to pull again, release the shell, well\n  Make 'em yell again, so sleek\n  But I'm a be maxin' in suites\n  Countin' your paper and countin' your sheeps\n  Hittin' your chick in Jeeps\n  Miraculously, attack your faculty, who wanna tackle me?\n  You jack mack, kidnap 'em for free\n  What?, you got heat, you better pop those\n  We movin' like gestapos, through underground potholes\n  That rock those, much land discoveries\n  Chrome rims, sippin' bubbly\n  Who livin' lovily, half a brick to cover me\n  So dissin' me, come on now listen G,\n  You's a dime I'm a key\n  Thun, thun straight out of Sicily\n  Now, back to the stash crib\n  Joey Crack baggin' up cracks\n  One love, give 'em Jeep bags, Kid!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Word ...life, I'll be the infamous\n  Who leaks the witnesses, crack's the wickedest\n  Run up in your crib, blast your kids\n  Ain't no myth in this, shit's official\n  I'll pistol-whip you with my Smith & Wesson\n  Cause my investin' was sendin rappers to heaven\n  Gives me an erection\n  You need protection from the smooth assassin\n  Who really moves at action, blastin' mothaf**kas\n  Execution fashion\n  Now who's the fat one that you love to hate\n  Catch you at your mother's wake, smack you\n  Then I'll wack you with my snub 38\n  It doesn't take much to make me restless\n\n  Look at my face and definite lose your breath\n  truck my face is Lexus\n  You want to test this, so really?,\n  I'll make one call and have the whole WU comin' on the ferry\n  I'm very dangerous and well-connected\n  I puff an L with Method, then try to\n  Decide who's next to fill his neck slit\n  So respected and admired the boss, retired your lost\n  Wu Tang, your terror squad, vaya con Dios!\n\n  chorus\n\n  Punisher-\n\n  You guys despise guys like us\n  Guys like us, disgust like Spartacus\n  You cuss and claim a bust\n  You lust for a part of us, you thrust\n  But can't touch\n  Plus we far from any type of fellas you can trust\n  Put the pressure on the mic, I biz\n  Press to your chest, sound like sweat on my back\n  We're having sex, tight-ass flex\n  Pretty Pocahontas pussy sweet, like my new Tek\n  Sis' got curves like a GS, 300 Lex\n  My body's 95% alcohol, 5% cancer\n  Sosa diamonds, Getty, Lucci, blaze it up like Bonanza\n  Catch me in the cut, easy G's is burnin' my gut\n  As I Remember my menage au trois was mired by sluts\n  I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate\n  All your version predicates\n  Done as well as you pronunciate\n  In the (west)?, we're gonna break you off the isle\n  Take C.O.s hostage arab style, no surrender\n\n  chorus\n\n  Fat Joe-\n\n  Yo, I'm all about business and enterprisin'\n  Advisin' financial advisors on franchisin' the wider than horizons\n  Divisin' ideas with masterminders\n  Movin' on a stash of diamonds\n  First we get the cash, then we laugh like miners\n  Don't get me wrong I'm a funny bastard\n  But when it come to money, son, I'm not the one to laugh with\n  I'm after for what cash can bring me brothers\n  Me and my demon lovers blast and laugh at hyenas\n  Back to Ringling Brothers believe them others\n  You's the best, yet, and still\n  I'm investin' mils on a hunch over lunch\n  Puffin' on a Chesterfield, who wants to test\n  The real scandalous\n  I'm at the Sands in Los Angeles\n  Plannin' hits with an ananymous philanthropist\n  Spanish kids, close to God, like evangelists\n  Choppin' niggas up and makin' sandwiches...\n\n  Big shout to my man Raekwon, word is bond\n"}]