[{"id":33715627,"name":"Heavy Weights","trackName":"Heavy Weights","artistName":"Fat Joe, Big Pun, Eightball","albumName":"Violator: The Album","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh, y'all niggas is crazy\nDon Carta, bomb harder\nGive a little nigga the bomb, man\nTerror Squad, what, what\nYo, uh, what's up\nTerror Squad, Don Carta, bomb harder, the fuck, uh\nScribe House, Violator\nViolator, yeah, uh, yo\n\nNo heart, that's why them other niggas fell\n8 Hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the ATL\n\nHit twelve up in the gentleman's club\n\nWhere you ain't fuckin' nothin' 'less you givin' up dubs\nFeelin' the love, from the killers and thugs\nPlayers and pimps, ladies and gents, twistin' the bud\nNot givin' a fuck, that's the life I live\nTrapped like this, blow you up with your wife and kids\nI dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal with her\n\nSixteen shot meal getter, that's why I'm still with her\nFor real, nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me\nMy Squad be bringin' more Havoc than Prodigy\nAin't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll box for me\nRun up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli\nWith no apology, your blocks'll be my property\n\nCop a seed and watch the Terror Squad prophecy\n\n(This is for the heavyweights) Make no mistakes\n\nThirty-six O's is my favorite kind of cake\n\n(This is for the heavyweights) We runnin' from jail\n\nStackin' that mail, tippin' the scale\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\nYeah, yeah, take it to the next level, Joe Crack and Big Ball\nBlaze up the hay, one, two, mic check y'all\nAll been warned, this heavyweight combination\nConnected in the disclosed location\nSo niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at, above that\n\nPart of your body where your bulletproof Ugg at\n\nRugrat, you better find some more kids to play with\nThree titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit\nOutweigh shit, do some real make-'em-pay shit\nThem niggas with me that don't rap, them the ones that spray shit\nPop pop with the chop chop out the drop top\nDrip drip goes a nigga blood 'til his heart stop\nHard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes\nHard lines from my mind took 8 Ball big time\nWith Fat Joe and Big Pun\nI guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none\n\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\n(This is for the heavyweights)\n\nYo, ayo, fuck you, fuck your whole crew for breathin'\nFuck your mother, your father, your kids for no reason\nI don't give a fuck if you the wildest nigga on Earth\nThere's one planet, I'm the flyest motherfucker in the universe\nYou worse than a motherfuckin' snake in the grass\nFake for the cash, wait 'til you pass themselves, shake when you crash\nYou'll pay for your acts and all the mistakes you made in your past\nHope you get raped in your ass while you takin' a bath\nUp north, you wouldn't last a day and a half\n\nI bet my weight and my stack, I'll razor-slash the face of your ass\nBefore you can say, \"Take me at last, I'm ready for death\"\nNow you just heavily stressed, a cherry with lips\nI'll bury you bitch, you barely exist\n\nYou motherfuckers ready for this? Grab your crucifix\nTell God I'm comin' for your juicy lips\nYou'se a bitch, don't make me run up\nIn your crib with the ruthlessness\nMusic shit ain't worth the hurt and pain I bring\nYou got beef with Pun, nigga, say my name\nI don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with\nPunk bitch, that's why your mother suck dick (What?)\n\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nAyo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n(This is for the heavyweights)\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\n(This is for the heavyweights)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Weights\n  artist: Fat Joe, Big Pun, Eightball\n  album: 'Violator: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, uh, y'all niggas is crazy\n  Don Carta, bomb harder\n  Give a little nigga the bomb, man\n  Terror Squad, what, what\n  Yo, uh, what's up\n  Terror Squad, Don Carta, bomb harder, the fuck, uh\n  Scribe House, Violator\n  Violator, yeah, uh, yo\n\n  No heart, that's why them other niggas fell\n  8 Hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the ATL\n\n  Hit twelve up in the gentleman's club\n\n  Where you ain't fuckin' nothin' 'less you givin' up dubs\n  Feelin' the love, from the killers and thugs\n  Players and pimps, ladies and gents, twistin' the bud\n  Not givin' a fuck, that's the life I live\n  Trapped like this, blow you up with your wife and kids\n  I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal with her\n\n  Sixteen shot meal getter, that's why I'm still with her\n  For real, nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me\n  My Squad be bringin' more Havoc than Prodigy\n  Ain't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll box for me\n  Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli\n  With no apology, your blocks'll be my property\n\n  Cop a seed and watch the Terror Squad prophecy\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights) Make no mistakes\n\n  Thirty-six O's is my favorite kind of cake\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights) We runnin' from jail\n\n  Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\n  Yeah, yeah, take it to the next level, Joe Crack and Big Ball\n  Blaze up the hay, one, two, mic check y'all\n  All been warned, this heavyweight combination\n  Connected in the disclosed location\n  So niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at, above that\n\n  Part of your body where your bulletproof Ugg at\n\n  Rugrat, you better find some more kids to play with\n  Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit\n  Outweigh shit, do some real make-'em-pay shit\n  Them niggas with me that don't rap, them the ones that spray shit\n  Pop pop with the chop chop out the drop top\n  Drip drip goes a nigga blood 'til his heart stop\n  Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes\n  Hard lines from my mind took 8 Ball big time\n  With Fat Joe and Big Pun\n  I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n\n  Yo, ayo, fuck you, fuck your whole crew for breathin'\n  Fuck your mother, your father, your kids for no reason\n  I don't give a fuck if you the wildest nigga on Earth\n  There's one planet, I'm the flyest motherfucker in the universe\n  You worse than a motherfuckin' snake in the grass\n  Fake for the cash, wait 'til you pass themselves, shake when you crash\n  You'll pay for your acts and all the mistakes you made in your past\n  Hope you get raped in your ass while you takin' a bath\n  Up north, you wouldn't last a day and a half\n\n  I bet my weight and my stack, I'll razor-slash the face of your ass\n  Before you can say, \"Take me at last, I'm ready for death\"\n  Now you just heavily stressed, a cherry with lips\n  I'll bury you bitch, you barely exist\n\n  You motherfuckers ready for this? Grab your crucifix\n  Tell God I'm comin' for your juicy lips\n  You'se a bitch, don't make me run up\n  In your crib with the ruthlessness\n  Music shit ain't worth the hurt and pain I bring\n  You got beef with Pun, nigga, say my name\n  I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with\n  Punk bitch, that's why your mother suck dick (What?)\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  Ayo, we live large, big cars, 3D ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga, say our names\n\n  (This is for the heavyweights)\n"},{"id":31010655,"name":"Heavy Weights (feat. Big Pun & 8ball)","trackName":"Heavy Weights (feat. Big Pun & 8ball)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Violator: The Album","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yea, uh, yea\nYea, uh, yea, yea, uh, yo\n\nNo heart, that's why them other niggas fell\nEiht hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A-T-L\n\nAt 12 up in the gentleman's club\nWhere you ain't fuckin' nothin' 'less you givin' up dubs\nFeelin' the love, from the killers and thugs\nPlayers and pimps, ladies and gents, twistin' the bud\nNot givin' a fuck, that's the life I live\nTrunk like this, blow you up with your wife and kids\nI dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal with her\n\nSixteen shot meal-getter, that's why I'm still with her\nFor real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me\nMy squad be bringin' more Havoc than Prodigy\nAin't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll blast for me\nRun up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli\nWith no apology, your blocks'll be my property\n\nCop a seat and watch the Terror Squad's prophecy\n\nThis is for the heavyweights, make no mistakes\n\nThirty-six O's is my favorite kind of cake\nThis is for the heavyweights, we runnin' from jail\n\nStackin' that mail, tippin' the scale\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\nThis is for the heavyweights\n\nYea, yea, take it to the next level, Joe Crack and Big Ball\n\nBlaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all\nAll been warned, this heavyweight combination\nConnected in the disclosed location\nSo niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at\nAbove that, part of your body where your bulletproof Ugg at\nRugrat, you better find some more kids to play with\nThree titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit\nOutweigh shit, do some real make 'em pay shit\nThem niggas with me that don't rap, them the ones that spray shit\n\nPop pop with the chop chop out the drop top\nDrip drip, goes a nigga blood 'til his heart stop\nHard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes\nHard lines from my mind took 8Ball big time\nWith Fat Joe and Big Pun\nI guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\nThis is for the heavyweights\n\nYo, aiyyo fuck you, fuck your whole crew for breathin'\nFuck your mother, your father, your kids, for no reason\nI don't give a fuck if you the wildest nigga on earth\nThere's one planet, I'm the flyest motherfucker in the universe\nYou worse than a motherfuckin' snake in the grass\nFake for the cash, wait 'til you pass themselves\n\nCheck when you crash, you pay for your acts\nAnd all the mistakes you made in your past\n\nHope you get raped in your ass while you takin' a bath (UP NORTH!)\nYou wouldn't last a day and a half\nI bet my weight and my stack, erase your slack\nAnd facia your ass, before you can say, \"Take me at last\"\nI'm ready for death, now you just, heavily stressed\n\nA cherry with lips, a fairy a bitch, you barely exist (haha)\nYou motherfuckers ready for this?\nGrab your crucifix, tell God I'm comin' for your juicy lips\nYou'se a bitch, don't make me run up\nIn your crib, with the ruthlessness\nMusic shit ain't worth the hurt and pain I bring\nYou got beef with Pun, nigga say my name\nI don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with\nPunk bitch, that's why your mother suck dick (WHAT!)\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nAiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\nI'm so big, niggas see me twice\n\nThis is for the heavyweights\nWe three guys that don't play no games\nYou got beef with us, nigga say our names\nThis is for the heavyweights","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Heavy Weights (feat. Big Pun & 8ball)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: 'Violator: The Album'\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yea, uh, yea\n  Yea, uh, yea, yea, uh, yo\n\n  No heart, that's why them other niggas fell\n  Eiht hit me in the cell, said to meet him in the A-T-L\n\n  At 12 up in the gentleman's club\n  Where you ain't fuckin' nothin' 'less you givin' up dubs\n  Feelin' the love, from the killers and thugs\n  Players and pimps, ladies and gents, twistin' the bud\n  Not givin' a fuck, that's the life I live\n  Trunk like this, blow you up with your wife and kids\n  I dislike my bitch, but I still gotta deal with her\n\n  Sixteen shot meal-getter, that's why I'm still with her\n  For real nigga, you couldn't possibly lock with me\n  My squad be bringin' more Havoc than Prodigy\n  Ain't no stoppin' me, I got killers that'll blast for me\n  Run up in my stash and give that ass more beef than broccoli\n  With no apology, your blocks'll be my property\n\n  Cop a seat and watch the Terror Squad's prophecy\n\n  This is for the heavyweights, make no mistakes\n\n  Thirty-six O's is my favorite kind of cake\n  This is for the heavyweights, we runnin' from jail\n\n  Stackin' that mail, tippin' the scale\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n  This is for the heavyweights\n\n  Yea, yea, take it to the next level, Joe Crack and Big Ball\n\n  Blaze up the hay, one two, mic check y'all\n  All been warned, this heavyweight combination\n  Connected in the disclosed location\n  So niggas won't be runnin' up and make me have to slug at\n  Above that, part of your body where your bulletproof Ugg at\n  Rugrat, you better find some more kids to play with\n  Three titanic niggas, we ain't got to say shit\n  Outweigh shit, do some real make 'em pay shit\n  Them niggas with me that don't rap, them the ones that spray shit\n\n  Pop pop with the chop chop out the drop top\n  Drip drip, goes a nigga blood 'til his heart stop\n  Hard times made a nigga write a lot of hard rhymes\n  Hard lines from my mind took 8Ball big time\n  With Fat Joe and Big Pun\n  I guarantee don't none of y'all tricks want none\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n  This is for the heavyweights\n\n  Yo, aiyyo fuck you, fuck your whole crew for breathin'\n  Fuck your mother, your father, your kids, for no reason\n  I don't give a fuck if you the wildest nigga on earth\n  There's one planet, I'm the flyest motherfucker in the universe\n  You worse than a motherfuckin' snake in the grass\n  Fake for the cash, wait 'til you pass themselves\n\n  Check when you crash, you pay for your acts\n  And all the mistakes you made in your past\n\n  Hope you get raped in your ass while you takin' a bath (UP NORTH!)\n  You wouldn't last a day and a half\n  I bet my weight and my stack, erase your slack\n  And facia your ass, before you can say, \"Take me at last\"\n  I'm ready for death, now you just, heavily stressed\n\n  A cherry with lips, a fairy a bitch, you barely exist (haha)\n  You motherfuckers ready for this?\n  Grab your crucifix, tell God I'm comin' for your juicy lips\n  You'se a bitch, don't make me run up\n  In your crib, with the ruthlessness\n  Music shit ain't worth the hurt and pain I bring\n  You got beef with Pun, nigga say my name\n  I don't play those games, you picked the wrong nigga to fuck with\n  Punk bitch, that's why your mother suck dick (WHAT!)\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  Aiyyo we live large, big cars, three-dee' ice\n  I'm so big, niggas see me twice\n\n  This is for the heavyweights\n  We three guys that don't play no games\n  You got beef with us, nigga say our names\n  This is for the heavyweights\n"}]