[{"id":31881637,"name":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","trackName":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"Promo Only Rhythm Club January","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, huh, Lieutenant, what?\nYeah, motherfucker, huh\nIt's Flipmode, yeah, yeah (Word up)\nFlip, check it out (Haha), huh\n\nRamp, I've been ill since back in the days\nRockin' shell-toed Adidas with rags for my waves\nFlipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves\nI'm a hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter (Gutter)\nI used to play skully plus hot peas and butter\nNow I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby mother\nBurgundy Ac', you can call me Ramp Lover\nAnd now I'm havin' cokey with my Louisville Slugger\n\nMy squad is sick, niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped\nGet your wig pushed back, I react and snap\nLike Kodak, these cats get the picture\nPut on the leather black suede Timbs and come and get ya\nMy target is your feature\nWe all sport hoods like grim reapers\nWe shine in the dark, blink of a eye, the last spark\nGet a close-up, first thug nigga, hold up\nThe 41st side see me roundin' it up\n\nSee, when we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nY'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\nAll that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\nNigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\nP.Y.P., nigga, play your position\nI fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\nMy squad be the official clique in this rap shit\nDiss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\nCatch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\nCrazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\nOne take shit without no type flutters\nHectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\nDeliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\nReady to say lines smoother than rayon\nTakin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\nMotherfuckers, blackout season\nPublishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nShanghai, Shanghai\nNew sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\nBangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\nPearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\nTwenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\nThe planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\nSavage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\nIn effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\nSayonara\nSamurai will slam a guy, be damnified\nHad to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\nStay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\nSwitchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\nEven if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\nSuck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\nThink back when you was amazed and had to sit back\nImaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\nBlood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\nYeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n\nFuckin' y'all up\nFlipmode forever\nStay focused\nPay attention\nPay attention","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit Em Wit Da Heat\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: Promo Only Rhythm Club January\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, huh, Lieutenant, what?\n  Yeah, motherfucker, huh\n  It's Flipmode, yeah, yeah (Word up)\n  Flip, check it out (Haha), huh\n\n  Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days\n  Rockin' shell-toed Adidas with rags for my waves\n  Flipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves\n  I'm a hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter (Gutter)\n  I used to play skully plus hot peas and butter\n  Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby mother\n  Burgundy Ac', you can call me Ramp Lover\n  And now I'm havin' cokey with my Louisville Slugger\n\n  My squad is sick, niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped\n  Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap\n  Like Kodak, these cats get the picture\n  Put on the leather black suede Timbs and come and get ya\n  My target is your feature\n  We all sport hoods like grim reapers\n  We shine in the dark, blink of a eye, the last spark\n  Get a close-up, first thug nigga, hold up\n  The 41st side see me roundin' it up\n\n  See, when we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\n  All that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\n  Nigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\n  P.Y.P., nigga, play your position\n  I fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\n  My squad be the official clique in this rap shit\n  Diss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\n  Catch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\n  Crazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\n  One take shit without no type flutters\n  Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\n  Deliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\n  Ready to say lines smoother than rayon\n  Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\n  Motherfuckers, blackout season\n  Publishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Shanghai, Shanghai\n  New sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\n  Bangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\n  Pearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\n  Twenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\n  The planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\n  Savage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\n  In effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\n  Sayonara\n  Samurai will slam a guy, be damnified\n  Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\n  Stay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\n  Switchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\n  Even if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\n  Suck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\n  Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back\n  Imaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\n  Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\n  Yeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n\n  Fuckin' y'all up\n  Flipmode forever\n  Stay focused\n  Pay attention\n  Pay attention\n"},{"id":25086768,"name":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","trackName":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":257.593469,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, huh, Lieutenant, what?\nYeah, motherfucker, huh\nIt's Flipmode, yeah, yeah (Word up)\nFlip, check it out (Haha), huh\n\nRamp, I've been ill since back in the days\nRockin' shell-toed Adidas with rags for my waves\nFlipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves\nI'm a hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter (Gutter)\nI used to play skully plus hot peas and butter\nNow I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby mother\nBurgundy Ac', you can call me Ramp Lover\nAnd now I'm havin' cokey with my Louisville Slugger\n\nMy squad is sick, niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped\nGet your wig pushed back, I react and snap\nLike Kodak, these cats get the picture\nPut on the leather black suede Timbs and come and get ya\nMy target is your feature\nWe all sport hoods like grim reapers\nWe shine in the dark, blink of a eye, the last spark\nGet a close-up, first thug nigga, hold up\nThe 41st side see me roundin' it up\n\nSee, when we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nY'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\nAll that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\nNigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\nP.Y.P., nigga, play your position\nI fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\nMy squad be the official clique in this rap shit\nDiss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\nCatch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\nCrazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\nOne take shit without no type flutters\nHectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\nDeliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\nReady to say lines smoother than rayon\nTakin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\nMotherfuckers, blackout season\nPublishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nShanghai, Shanghai\nNew sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\nBangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\nPearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\nTwenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\nThe planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\nSavage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\nIn effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\nSayonara\nSamurai will slam a guy, be damnified\nHad to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\nStay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\nSwitchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\nEven if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\nSuck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\nThink back when you was amazed and had to sit back\nImaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\nBlood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\nYeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n\nFuckin' y'all up\nFlipmode forever\nStay focused\nPay attention\nPay attention","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hit Em Wit Da Heat\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 257593\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, huh, Lieutenant, what?\n  Yeah, motherfucker, huh\n  It's Flipmode, yeah, yeah (Word up)\n  Flip, check it out (Haha), huh\n\n  Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days\n  Rockin' shell-toed Adidas with rags for my waves\n  Flipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves\n  I'm a hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter (Gutter)\n  I used to play skully plus hot peas and butter\n  Now I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby mother\n  Burgundy Ac', you can call me Ramp Lover\n  And now I'm havin' cokey with my Louisville Slugger\n\n  My squad is sick, niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped\n  Get your wig pushed back, I react and snap\n  Like Kodak, these cats get the picture\n  Put on the leather black suede Timbs and come and get ya\n  My target is your feature\n  We all sport hoods like grim reapers\n  We shine in the dark, blink of a eye, the last spark\n  Get a close-up, first thug nigga, hold up\n  The 41st side see me roundin' it up\n\n  See, when we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\n  All that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\n  Nigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\n  P.Y.P., nigga, play your position\n  I fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\n  My squad be the official clique in this rap shit\n  Diss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\n  Catch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\n  Crazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\n  One take shit without no type flutters\n  Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\n  Deliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\n  Ready to say lines smoother than rayon\n  Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\n  Motherfuckers, blackout season\n  Publishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Shanghai, Shanghai\n  New sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\n  Bangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\n  Pearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\n  Twenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\n  The planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\n  Savage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\n  In effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\n  Sayonara\n  Samurai will slam a guy, be damnified\n  Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\n  Stay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\n  Switchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\n  Even if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\n  Suck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\n  Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back\n  Imaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\n  Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\n  Yeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n\n  Fuckin' y'all up\n  Flipmode forever\n  Stay focused\n  Pay attention\n  Pay attention\n"},{"id":34246376,"name":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","trackName":"Hit Em Wit Da Heat","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial [by Hillside]","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, huh, Lieutenant, what?\nYeah, motherfucker, huh\nIt's Flipmode, yeah, yeah (Word up)\nFlip, check it out (Haha), huh\n\nRamp, I've been ill since back in the days\nRockin' shell-toed Adidas with rags for my waves\nFlipmode be the unit, now I'm playin' for the Braves\nI'm a hardcore nigga that's straight from the gutter (Gutter)\nI used to play skully plus hot peas and butter\nNow I'm the nigga that's runnin' in your baby mother\nBurgundy Ac', you can call me Ramp Lover\nAnd now I'm havin' cokey with my Louisville Slugger\n\nMy squad is sick, niggas who pop shit get pistol whipped\nGet your wig pushed back, I react and snap\nLike Kodak, these cats get the picture\nPut on the leather black suede Timbs and come and get ya\nMy target is your feature\nWe all sport hoods like grim reapers\nWe shine in the dark, blink of a eye, the last spark\nGet a close-up, first thug nigga, hold up\nThe 41st side see me roundin' it up\n\nSee, when we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nY'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\nAll that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\nNigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\nP.Y.P., nigga, play your position\nI fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\nMy squad be the official clique in this rap shit\nDiss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\nCatch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\nCrazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\nOne take shit without no type flutters\nHectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\nDeliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\nReady to say lines smoother than rayon\nTakin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\nMotherfuckers, blackout season\nPublishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\nShanghai, Shanghai\nNew sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\nBangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\nPearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\nTwenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\nThe planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\nSavage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\nIn effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\nSayonara\nSamurai will slam a guy, be damnified\nHad to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\nStay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\nSwitchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\nEven if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\nSuck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\nThink back when you was amazed and had to sit back\nImaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\nBlood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\nYeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhen we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\nGot you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\nViolate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\nHit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nAnd what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWhat you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\nWe hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? 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(Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\n  All that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\n  Nigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\n  P.Y.P., nigga, play your position\n  I fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\n  My squad be the official clique in this rap shit\n  Diss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\n  Catch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\n  Crazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\n  One take shit without no type flutters\n  Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\n  Deliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\n  Ready to say lines smoother than rayon\n  Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\n  Motherfuckers, blackout season\n  Publishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? 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(Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Shanghai, Shanghai\n  New sheriff in town, rock America's crown and hang 'em high (King)\n  Bangin' a fistful, brandishin' pistols\n  Pearl handles with the family initial, uh-uh\n  Twenty-four karat gold various flow, uh-uh\n  The planet is cold, get damaged for dough, uh-uh\n  Savage's nose balance and blow travelin' slow, uh-uh\n  In effect mode, y'all niggas know\n\n  Sayonara\n  Samurai will slam a guy, be damnified\n  Had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed\n  Stay paid, rock shit made in ultra suede\n  Switchblade, you wack, act back to first grade\n  Even if y'all never seen us, you know y'all need us\n  Suck my penis from here to motherfuckin' Venus\n  Think back when you was amazed and had to sit back\n  Imaginin' me endin' your world like Deep Impact\n  Blood clot, watch me come through and bust a gunshot\n  Yeah, we will come inside of your dance and done that\n\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? 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(Want)\n  And what you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  What you really want, is that what you really want? (Want)\n  We hit you with the heat, is that what you really want?\n\n  Y'all niggas wanna test my squad, I doubt it, doubt it\n  All that murder talk, gun talk, you talkin' 'bout it, 'bout it\n  Nigga, feel my vibe, nigga, see my vision\n  P.Y.P., nigga, play your position\n  I fuck up this game and make the ref blow the whistle\n  My squad be the official clique in this rap shit\n  Diss me on a record and watch you get your ass kicked\n  Catch me on Church Ave. flickin' blunt ashes\n\n  Crazy, thinkin' I can't rock the butters (Yeah)\n  One take shit without no type flutters\n  Hectic, Rah on the ill dialect shit\n  Deliveries harder than girls in obstetrics (Uh)\n  Ready to say lines smoother than rayon\n  Takin' out niggas and all they liaisons (Yeah)\n  Motherfuckers, blackout season\n  Publishin' résumé steady increasin'\n\n  When we come through, we got 'nough shit to flaunt (Flaunt)\n  Got you feelin' it and your cousin, even your aunt (Aunt)\n  Violate, we comin' like ghost, we gonna haunt (Haunt)\n  Hit you with the heat, is that what you really want? 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