[{"id":4722110,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\nCause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nAnd army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(Repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nAnd start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*Phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (Repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *Phone conversation*\n"},{"id":22244618,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":234.34449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\nCause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nAnd army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(Repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nAnd start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*Phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 234344\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (Repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *Phone conversation*\n"},{"id":22742904,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"03 Fat Joe, Big Pun & Prospec","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":228.5725,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: 03 Fat Joe, Big Pun & Prospec\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 228573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":10381076,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"Fat Joe featuring Big Pun & Prospect","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: Fat Joe featuring Big Pun & Prospect\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 228000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":9676926,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"Fat Joe featuring Big Punisher & Prospect","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: Fat Joe featuring Big Punisher & Prospect\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":26698636,"name":"Triplets","trackName":"Triplets","artistName":"Fat Joe feat. Big Punisher & Prospect","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":228.826667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets\n  artist: Fat Joe feat. Big Punisher & Prospect\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 228827\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":6307453,"name":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\nCause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nAnd army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(Repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nAnd start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*Phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (Repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *Phone conversation*\n"},{"id":14078749,"name":"Triplets (Ft. Big Punisher & Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (Ft. Big Punisher & Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":228.864,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (Ft. Big Punisher & Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 228864\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":29174252,"name":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena (92805-2) (WEB)","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\nCause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nAnd army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(Repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nAnd start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*Phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena (92805-2) (WEB)\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (Repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *Phone conversation*\n"},{"id":40160648,"name":"triplets(ft big punisher & pro","trackName":"triplets(ft big punisher & pro","artistName":"fat joe","albumName":"Last Real Don Bootleg","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Aló\n\nOye, ¿puedo hablar con Pacoelito?\nSí, este, ¿quién es?\n\nSoy yo, el Gordito\nCoño, gordi, ¿dónde es que tú estás, loco?\nYo estoy ahí mismito, yo estoy por Chonzi\nPero mira, es que está lloviendo\nTú me tienes aquí parado con este trabajo, loco\nEy, no me hablas así, puto\n\nCon estos zapatos, con estos zapatos\nOye, tú federales\nLoco, pero ven, ven ya\nSin nada de cárcel, bro\nLoco, ven, date prisa\nEstoy ahí, cinco minutos\nMe voy, me voy\nAhí, ahí, te veo, te veo\n\nSince day one, niggas died at the dawn\n'Cause I was alone, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong, but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadriplegic any squad that wanna squabble, now heat it\nNot even God can believe it the way we regulate\nAnd levitate heavyweight niggas like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thing\nIt's the pain game to amputate more body parts than Gang Green\n\nYo, this a man's game\nIt's a shame how niggas truly mock me\nBut who can stop me from breaking niggas off like teriyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggas that really live the lyrics\nNiggas really fear us, they must've heard we really killers\nWith Philly fillers and .40 calibers with millimeters\nIn army colors, Willie niggas and laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predicting the future\nMy position is crucial with a non-\nFiction obsession, addiction to shooting\n\nAyo, I'm better off dead than giving the feds the satisfaction\nSubtracting my freedom had me missing in action\n\nA fraction of y'all are raw like coke to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all fear war and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\nJoe the Carter's like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name you respect\n\nI'll be the pain in your chest that'll\nMake you question your threshold\nFlex like you bench four, still bless you like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick won't be long enough to how you can let go\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan no other rapper in this game get the best of me\nUnless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan no other rapper in this game get the best of me\nUnless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n\nUh, uh, yo\nSomebody hold me back, Joey cracks, about to load the gat\nAnd blow this trash to the stars like the zodiac\nOnly back is maxing better, out for the ass and cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\nI arrest the fellas, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches acting jealous\nTrack the trailers of chrome black and Terras\nTwo-hundred-inch Mickey Thompsons thrown back from Paris\n\nCash, that's the illest, he body tracks making rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack millions out of crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine, the best of me would climb\nEspecially in time with the recipe in mind\n\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump heart in this\nI was a part of this, the marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n\nBitch, yo, I had to burn cash like arsonists and still continue\nIt was on my menu, a record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my Glock and earn my spot\nThen time flew by, had to turn my clock\n\nAnd start with a new resume\nNot really that bitch named Desiree\nShe ain't believe my dream was a better way\n\nWhat? Prospect though, had to collect though\nNot a nine-to-five at Eliant was something I was trying to try\nAllowed to strive for what I want, I'm fucking brave\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan no other rapper in this game get the best of me\nUnless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan no other rapper in this game get the best of me\nUnless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n\nPlease record after the tone\nOye, gordo, ¿pero qué es lo tuyo, loco?\nTú me tienes aquí esperando\n¿Quién tú crees que tú eres, loco?\n¿Tú crees que tú eres jefe?\nEh, tú eres jefe de Bronx, coño\nPero yo soy de Queens, loco\nTú sabes, coño, man, ¿verdad?\nYo, a ti hay que quererte, man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: triplets(ft big punisher & pro\n  artist: fat joe\n  album: Last Real Don Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 228885\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Aló\n\n  Oye, ¿puedo hablar con Pacoelito?\n  Sí, este, ¿quién es?\n\n  Soy yo, el Gordito\n  Coño, gordi, ¿dónde es que tú estás, loco?\n  Yo estoy ahí mismito, yo estoy por Chonzi\n  Pero mira, es que está lloviendo\n  Tú me tienes aquí parado con este trabajo, loco\n  Ey, no me hablas así, puto\n\n  Con estos zapatos, con estos zapatos\n  Oye, tú federales\n  Loco, pero ven, ven ya\n  Sin nada de cárcel, bro\n  Loco, ven, date prisa\n  Estoy ahí, cinco minutos\n  Me voy, me voy\n  Ahí, ahí, te veo, te veo\n\n  Since day one, niggas died at the dawn\n  'Cause I was alone, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong, but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadriplegic any squad that wanna squabble, now heat it\n  Not even God can believe it the way we regulate\n  And levitate heavyweight niggas like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thing\n  It's the pain game to amputate more body parts than Gang Green\n\n  Yo, this a man's game\n  It's a shame how niggas truly mock me\n  But who can stop me from breaking niggas off like teriyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggas that really live the lyrics\n  Niggas really fear us, they must've heard we really killers\n  With Philly fillers and .40 calibers with millimeters\n  In army colors, Willie niggas and laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predicting the future\n  My position is crucial with a non-\n  Fiction obsession, addiction to shooting\n\n  Ayo, I'm better off dead than giving the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtracting my freedom had me missing in action\n\n  A fraction of y'all are raw like coke to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all fear war and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  Joe the Carter's like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name you respect\n\n  I'll be the pain in your chest that'll\n  Make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you bench four, still bless you like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick won't be long enough to how you can let go\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can no other rapper in this game get the best of me\n  Unless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can no other rapper in this game get the best of me\n  Unless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n\n  Uh, uh, yo\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey cracks, about to load the gat\n  And blow this trash to the stars like the zodiac\n  Only back is maxing better, out for the ass and cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  I arrest the fellas, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches acting jealous\n  Track the trailers of chrome black and Terras\n  Two-hundred-inch Mickey Thompsons thrown back from Paris\n\n  Cash, that's the illest, he body tracks making rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack millions out of crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine, the best of me would climb\n  Especially in time with the recipe in mind\n\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump heart in this\n  I was a part of this, the marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n\n  Bitch, yo, I had to burn cash like arsonists and still continue\n  It was on my menu, a record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my Glock and earn my spot\n  Then time flew by, had to turn my clock\n\n  And start with a new resume\n  Not really that bitch named Desiree\n  She ain't believe my dream was a better way\n\n  What? Prospect though, had to collect though\n  Not a nine-to-five at Eliant was something I was trying to try\n  Allowed to strive for what I want, I'm fucking brave\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can no other rapper in this game get the best of me\n  Unless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can no other rapper in this game get the best of me\n  Unless you just theft, I'm implying all the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm deadly and the realer get it visually\n\n  Please record after the tone\n  Oye, gordo, ¿pero qué es lo tuyo, loco?\n  Tú me tienes aquí esperando\n  ¿Quién tú crees que tú eres, loco?\n  ¿Tú crees que tú eres jefe?\n  Eh, tú eres jefe de Bronx, coño\n  Pero yo soy de Queens, loco\n  Tú sabes, coño, man, ¿verdad?\n  Yo, a ti hay que quererte, man\n"},{"id":23628742,"name":"Triplets (Feat Big Punisher and Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (Feat Big Punisher and Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":227.683265,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (Feat Big Punisher and Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 227683\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":16981940,"name":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe, Big Punisher, Prospect","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":228.884898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\ncause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nand levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nand army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nwith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nand blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nand hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nand start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\ndef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe, Big Punisher, Prospect\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 228885\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  and levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  and army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  with a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  and blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  and hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  and start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *phone conversation*\n"},{"id":4722109,"name":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","trackName":"Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)","artistName":"Fat Joe feat. Big Pun & Prospect","albumName":"Don Cartagena","duration":229.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Phone conversation*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nSince day one, niggaz died at the Don\nCause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\nNot only strong but we loyal and royally treated\nQuadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\nNot even God can believe it, the way we regulate\nAnd levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\nEvery day I do the same thang\nIt's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n[Big Punisher]\nYo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\nBut who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\nMy crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\nNiggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\nWe're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\nAnd army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\nI'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\nWith a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n[Fat Joe]\nHey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\nSubtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n[Big Punisher]\nA fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\nThe rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n[Fat Joe]\nJoe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\nThat's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\nFlex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\nWe destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\nYour dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\n\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n(Repeat 2X)\n\n[Fat Joe]\nUh, uh, uh, yo!\nSomebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\nAnd blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\nHold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\nBut fast cash don't last forever\n\n[Big Punisher]\nI asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\nAnd hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\nTrack the trailers in chrome black Cateras\nTwo hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n[Prospect]\nDat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\nOthers is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\nMy destiny was to shine,? to climb\nEspecially in time, with the recipe in mind\nFrom the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\nI was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\nAnd yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\nWhose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\nI had to burn my glock and earn my spot\nThe time flew by, had to turn my clock\nAnd start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\nShe ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\nProspect'll have to collect dough\nDialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\nA life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\nA thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\nChorus 1X\n\n[Big Punisher]\nEvery man in this world has a destiny\nCan't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\nDef dumb and blind you know the pedigree\nBetter get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n*Phone conversation*","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Triplets (feat. Big Punisher & Prospect)\n  artist: Fat Joe feat. Big Pun & Prospect\n  album: Don Cartagena\n  duration_ms: 229000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *Phone conversation*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Since day one, niggaz died at the Don\n  Cause I was anon, now Terror Squad is a thousand beyond\n  Not only strong but we loyal and royally treated\n  Quadripalegic any squad that wanna squab when I'm heated\n  Not even God can believe it, the way we regulate\n  And levitate, heavyweight niggaz like they was featherweight\n  Every day I do the same thang\n  It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz truly mock me\n  But who can stop me, from breakin niggaz off like Fujiyaki?\n  My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics\n  Niggaz really fear us, they must of heard we really killers\n  We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters\n  And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry dollars\n  I'm Nostradamus predictin the future, my position is crucial\n  With a known friction obsession addicition to shoot ya *BLAM*\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Hey yo I'm better off dead than givin the feds the satisfaction\n  Subtractin my freedom have me missin in action\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw\n  The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Joe the God is like the angel of death, strangle your neck\n  That's why Don Cartagena's the name your respect\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I bring the pain to your chest, that'll make you question your threshold\n  Flex like you been forced, still \"bless you\" like a chest cold\n  We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode\n  Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm veddy and there ain't no gettin rid of me\n  (Repeat 2X)\n\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Uh, uh, uh, yo!\n  Somebody hold me back, Joey Crack's about to load the gat\n  And blow this track to the stars like the zodiac\n  Hold me back this max n better, out for the ass n cheddar\n  But fast cash don't last forever\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  I asked the felons, if I don't stay wrapped in leathers\n  And hats with feathers, I got all the ostriches actin jealous\n  Track the trailers in chrome black Cateras\n  Two hundred inch Mickey Thompson's, flown back from Paris\n\n  [Prospect]\n  Dat dats the illest, these body tracks make a rap killings\n  Others is trying to stack billions out in crack buildings\n  My destiny was to shine,? to climb\n  Especially in time, with the recipe in mind\n  From the jump start, they ain't have to pump hard in this\n  I was a part of this, and marvelous stats, it wasn't hard to miss\n  And yo, I had to burn cats like arsonists and still continue\n  Whose on my menu? A record deal they couldn't lend you\n  I had to burn my glock and earn my spot\n  The time flew by, had to turn my clock\n  And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree\n  She ain't really my dream there's a better way -- what?\n  Prospect'll have to collect dough\n  Dialin 905 to L-A-X with somethin I was tryin to drive\n  A life that's trife for what I wore in the fuckin?\n  A thug in pain, I swear to my little cousin's grave\n\n  Chorus 1X\n\n  [Big Punisher]\n  Every man in this world has a destiny\n  Can't no other rapper in this game get the best of me; unless you just\n  Def dumb and blind you know the pedigree\n  Better get ready because I'm dead in a minute if you're?\n\n  *Phone conversation*\n"}]