[{"id":19305773,"name":"I Got Your Back","trackName":"I Got Your Back","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":349.2505,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(busta rhymes)\nCatching my fever\nRob the passanger, the last griever\nYou don't lone my squad?\nFuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\nWay off the meter\n\n(rampage)\nYo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\nEverything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\nGo up in cheetah's...\n\n(spliff star)\n... and see this motherfucker named peter\nTried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n(rah digga)\nWord is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n(rampage)\nBlow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo where rah digga?\n\n(rah digga)\nScopin out the little blaze chicken\nBitch stay trickin'\nFuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo spliff, what you starting at?\nThem bitches over there\nOr them bitches over there\nOr them bitches right here?\n\n(spliff star)\nNah, that nigga on line\nMotherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n(baby sham)\nSpliff, I feel this way\nIf it's for my squad, let's play\nBack him 'gainst the door\nPatch his body with gauze\nMop up the floors\nSplatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n(spliff star)\nBust that nigga's shit\nMake the nigga suffer for yours\n\nBusta: and if they run up in your crib again\nI got your back\nSham: always keep the heat on me son\nI got your back\nRamp: i'ma hold you down until I die\nI got your back\nDigga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\nI got your back\nSpliff: if I kill him and get knocked\nI got your back\nBusta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\nI got your back\nRamp: any nigga try to set you up\nI got your back\nSpliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\nI got your back\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck waiting\nBash his face for a statement\nCock the stainless\nMake his whole chest cave in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nOoh, shit is changing\nMy whole adreneline is racing\nBlow this nigga shit like horror flicks\nWes craven\n\n(baby sham)\nA'yo bus, spliff, chill\n(fuck you talkin' bout?)\nDon't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\nBlow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n(spliff star)\nYo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n(rah digga)\nCaught her with the left\nChoked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\nThen the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\nGettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n(rampage)\n...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\nCaught peter, man, by the speaker\nLooked me in the eye and didn't even know\nI was his brother's keeper\nSlap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n(spliff star)\nDeeper and deeper\nNigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\nStill lookin for that nigga peter\n\n(baby sham)\nChill, let's bounce\nSpliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\nIf he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n(rah digga)\nYeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\nLet's go fuck with his peoples\nNigga got a sister?\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYeah, she work up in kids world\nI don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n(spliff star)\nThere the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n(baby sham)\nChill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\nRush the crib\n\n(rah digga)\nKill the bitch while she ain't even looking\nStill all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\nChop the bitch up\n\n(baby sham)\nCaught up in this foul mix-up\nTore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\nDig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n(rampage)\nOh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n>from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\nI want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\nYo let me lift him\n\n(rah digga)\nWait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n(spliff star)\nPut five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\nFled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n(busta rhymes)\nMy squad sworn to secrecy\nIf anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\nI got your back\n\nBusta: any nigga ever try to front\nI got your back\nSham: and if you ever need my burner son\nI got your back\nRamp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\nI got your back\nDigga: any bitch step outta place\nI got your back\nSpliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\nI got your back\nBusta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\nI got your back\nShame: i go against the world for my squad\nI got your back\n\nI got your back (4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Your Back\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 349251\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Catching my fever\n  Rob the passanger, the last griever\n  You don't lone my squad?\n  Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\n  Way off the meter\n\n  (rampage)\n  Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\n  Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\n  Go up in cheetah's...\n\n  (spliff star)\n  ... and see this motherfucker named peter\n  Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n  (rampage)\n  Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo where rah digga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Scopin out the little blaze chicken\n  Bitch stay trickin'\n  Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo spliff, what you starting at?\n  Them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches right here?\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Nah, that nigga on line\n  Motherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Spliff, I feel this way\n  If it's for my squad, let's play\n  Back him 'gainst the door\n  Patch his body with gauze\n  Mop up the floors\n  Splatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Bust that nigga's shit\n  Make the nigga suffer for yours\n\n  Busta: and if they run up in your crib again\n  I got your back\n  Sham: always keep the heat on me son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: i'ma hold you down until I die\n  I got your back\n  Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked\n  I got your back\n  Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: any nigga try to set you up\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\n  I got your back\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck waiting\n  Bash his face for a statement\n  Cock the stainless\n  Make his whole chest cave in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Ooh, shit is changing\n  My whole adreneline is racing\n  Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks\n  Wes craven\n\n  (baby sham)\n  A'yo bus, spliff, chill\n  (fuck you talkin' bout?)\n  Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\n  Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Caught her with the left\n  Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\n  Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\n  Gettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n  (rampage)\n  ...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\n  Caught peter, man, by the speaker\n  Looked me in the eye and didn't even know\n  I was his brother's keeper\n  Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Deeper and deeper\n  Nigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\n  Still lookin for that nigga peter\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill, let's bounce\n  Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\n  If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\n  Let's go fuck with his peoples\n  Nigga got a sister?\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yeah, she work up in kids world\n  I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n  (spliff star)\n  There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\n  Rush the crib\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking\n  Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\n  Chop the bitch up\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Caught up in this foul mix-up\n  Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\n  Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n  (rampage)\n  Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n  >from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\n  I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\n  Yo let me lift him\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Wait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\n  Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  My squad sworn to secrecy\n  If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\n  I got your back\n\n  Busta: any nigga ever try to front\n  I got your back\n  Sham: and if you ever need my burner son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\n  I got your back\n  Digga: any bitch step outta place\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\n  I got your back\n  Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\n  I got your back\n  Shame: i go against the world for my squad\n  I got your back\n\n  I got your back (4x)\n"},{"id":9675896,"name":"I Got Your Back","trackName":"I Got Your Back","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial","duration":346.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(busta rhymes)\nCatching my fever\nRob the passanger, the last griever\nYou don't lone my squad?\nFuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\nWay off the meter\n\n(rampage)\nYo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\nEverything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\nGo up in cheetah's...\n\n(spliff star)\n... and see this motherfucker named peter\nTried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n(rah digga)\nWord is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n(rampage)\nBlow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo where rah digga?\n\n(rah digga)\nScopin out the little blaze chicken\nBitch stay trickin'\nFuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo spliff, what you starting at?\nThem bitches over there\nOr them bitches over there\nOr them bitches right here?\n\n(spliff star)\nNah, that nigga on line\nMotherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n(baby sham)\nSpliff, I feel this way\nIf it's for my squad, let's play\nBack him 'gainst the door\nPatch his body with gauze\nMop up the floors\nSplatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n(spliff star)\nBust that nigga's shit\nMake the nigga suffer for yours\n\nBusta: and if they run up in your crib again\nI got your back\nSham: always keep the heat on me son\nI got your back\nRamp: i'ma hold you down until I die\nI got your back\nDigga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\nI got your back\nSpliff: if I kill him and get knocked\nI got your back\nBusta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\nI got your back\nRamp: any nigga try to set you up\nI got your back\nSpliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\nI got your back\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck waiting\nBash his face for a statement\nCock the stainless\nMake his whole chest cave in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nOoh, shit is changing\nMy whole adreneline is racing\nBlow this nigga shit like horror flicks\nWes craven\n\n(baby sham)\nA'yo bus, spliff, chill\n(fuck you talkin' bout?)\nDon't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\nBlow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n(spliff star)\nYo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n(rah digga)\nCaught her with the left\nChoked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\nThen the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\nGettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n(rampage)\n...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\nCaught peter, man, by the speaker\nLooked me in the eye and didn't even know\nI was his brother's keeper\nSlap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n(spliff star)\nDeeper and deeper\nNigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\nStill lookin for that nigga peter\n\n(baby sham)\nChill, let's bounce\nSpliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\nIf he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n(rah digga)\nYeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\nLet's go fuck with his peoples\nNigga got a sister?\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYeah, she work up in kids world\nI don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n(spliff star)\nThere the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n(baby sham)\nChill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\nRush the crib\n\n(rah digga)\nKill the bitch while she ain't even looking\nStill all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\nChop the bitch up\n\n(baby sham)\nCaught up in this foul mix-up\nTore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\nDig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n(rampage)\nOh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n>from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\nI want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\nYo let me lift him\n\n(rah digga)\nWait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n(spliff star)\nPut five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\nFled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n(busta rhymes)\nMy squad sworn to secrecy\nIf anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\nI got your back\n\nBusta: any nigga ever try to front\nI got your back\nSham: and if you ever need my burner son\nI got your back\nRamp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\nI got your back\nDigga: any bitch step outta place\nI got your back\nSpliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\nI got your back\nBusta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\nI got your back\nShame: i go against the world for my squad\nI got your back\n\nI got your back (4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Your Back\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial\n  duration_ms: 346000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Catching my fever\n  Rob the passanger, the last griever\n  You don't lone my squad?\n  Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\n  Way off the meter\n\n  (rampage)\n  Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\n  Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\n  Go up in cheetah's...\n\n  (spliff star)\n  ... and see this motherfucker named peter\n  Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n  (rampage)\n  Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo where rah digga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Scopin out the little blaze chicken\n  Bitch stay trickin'\n  Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo spliff, what you starting at?\n  Them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches right here?\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Nah, that nigga on line\n  Motherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Spliff, I feel this way\n  If it's for my squad, let's play\n  Back him 'gainst the door\n  Patch his body with gauze\n  Mop up the floors\n  Splatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Bust that nigga's shit\n  Make the nigga suffer for yours\n\n  Busta: and if they run up in your crib again\n  I got your back\n  Sham: always keep the heat on me son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: i'ma hold you down until I die\n  I got your back\n  Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked\n  I got your back\n  Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: any nigga try to set you up\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\n  I got your back\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck waiting\n  Bash his face for a statement\n  Cock the stainless\n  Make his whole chest cave in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Ooh, shit is changing\n  My whole adreneline is racing\n  Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks\n  Wes craven\n\n  (baby sham)\n  A'yo bus, spliff, chill\n  (fuck you talkin' bout?)\n  Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\n  Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Caught her with the left\n  Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\n  Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\n  Gettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n  (rampage)\n  ...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\n  Caught peter, man, by the speaker\n  Looked me in the eye and didn't even know\n  I was his brother's keeper\n  Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Deeper and deeper\n  Nigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\n  Still lookin for that nigga peter\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill, let's bounce\n  Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\n  If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\n  Let's go fuck with his peoples\n  Nigga got a sister?\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yeah, she work up in kids world\n  I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n  (spliff star)\n  There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\n  Rush the crib\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking\n  Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\n  Chop the bitch up\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Caught up in this foul mix-up\n  Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\n  Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n  (rampage)\n  Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n  >from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\n  I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\n  Yo let me lift him\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Wait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\n  Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  My squad sworn to secrecy\n  If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\n  I got your back\n\n  Busta: any nigga ever try to front\n  I got your back\n  Sham: and if you ever need my burner son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\n  I got your back\n  Digga: any bitch step outta place\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\n  I got your back\n  Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\n  I got your back\n  Shame: i go against the world for my squad\n  I got your back\n\n  I got your back (4x)\n"},{"id":37218337,"name":"I Got Your Back","trackName":"I Got Your Back","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial Album","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(busta rhymes)\nCatching my fever\nRob the passanger, the last griever\nYou don't lone my squad?\nFuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\nWay off the meter\n\n(rampage)\nYo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\nEverything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\nGo up in cheetah's...\n\n(spliff star)\n... and see this motherfucker named peter\nTried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n(rah digga)\nWord is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n(rampage)\nBlow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo where rah digga?\n\n(rah digga)\nScopin out the little blaze chicken\nBitch stay trickin'\nFuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo spliff, what you starting at?\nThem bitches over there\nOr them bitches over there\nOr them bitches right here?\n\n(spliff star)\nNah, that nigga on line\nMotherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n(baby sham)\nSpliff, I feel this way\nIf it's for my squad, let's play\nBack him 'gainst the door\nPatch his body with gauze\nMop up the floors\nSplatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n(spliff star)\nBust that nigga's shit\nMake the nigga suffer for yours\n\nBusta: and if they run up in your crib again\nI got your back\nSham: always keep the heat on me son\nI got your back\nRamp: i'ma hold you down until I die\nI got your back\nDigga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\nI got your back\nSpliff: if I kill him and get knocked\nI got your back\nBusta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\nI got your back\nRamp: any nigga try to set you up\nI got your back\nSpliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\nI got your back\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck waiting\nBash his face for a statement\nCock the stainless\nMake his whole chest cave in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nOoh, shit is changing\nMy whole adreneline is racing\nBlow this nigga shit like horror flicks\nWes craven\n\n(baby sham)\nA'yo bus, spliff, chill\n(fuck you talkin' bout?)\nDon't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\nBlow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n(spliff star)\nYo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n(rah digga)\nCaught her with the left\nChoked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\nThen the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\nGettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n(rampage)\n...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\nCaught peter, man, by the speaker\nLooked me in the eye and didn't even know\nI was his brother's keeper\nSlap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n(spliff star)\nDeeper and deeper\nNigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\nStill lookin for that nigga peter\n\n(baby sham)\nChill, let's bounce\nSpliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\nIf he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n(rah digga)\nYeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\nLet's go fuck with his peoples\nNigga got a sister?\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYeah, she work up in kids world\nI don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n(spliff star)\nThere the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n(baby sham)\nChill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\nRush the crib\n\n(rah digga)\nKill the bitch while she ain't even looking\nStill all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\nChop the bitch up\n\n(baby sham)\nCaught up in this foul mix-up\nTore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\nDig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n(rampage)\nOh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n>from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\nI want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\nYo let me lift him\n\n(rah digga)\nWait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n(spliff star)\nPut five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\nFled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n(busta rhymes)\nMy squad sworn to secrecy\nIf anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\nI got your back\n\nBusta: any nigga ever try to front\nI got your back\nSham: and if you ever need my burner son\nI got your back\nRamp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\nI got your back\nDigga: any bitch step outta place\nI got your back\nSpliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\nI got your back\nBusta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\nI got your back\nShame: i go against the world for my squad\nI got your back\n\nI got your back (4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Your Back\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial Album\n  duration_ms: 350000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Catching my fever\n  Rob the passanger, the last griever\n  You don't lone my squad?\n  Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\n  Way off the meter\n\n  (rampage)\n  Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\n  Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\n  Go up in cheetah's...\n\n  (spliff star)\n  ... and see this motherfucker named peter\n  Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n  (rampage)\n  Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo where rah digga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Scopin out the little blaze chicken\n  Bitch stay trickin'\n  Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo spliff, what you starting at?\n  Them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches right here?\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Nah, that nigga on line\n  Motherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Spliff, I feel this way\n  If it's for my squad, let's play\n  Back him 'gainst the door\n  Patch his body with gauze\n  Mop up the floors\n  Splatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Bust that nigga's shit\n  Make the nigga suffer for yours\n\n  Busta: and if they run up in your crib again\n  I got your back\n  Sham: always keep the heat on me son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: i'ma hold you down until I die\n  I got your back\n  Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked\n  I got your back\n  Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: any nigga try to set you up\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\n  I got your back\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck waiting\n  Bash his face for a statement\n  Cock the stainless\n  Make his whole chest cave in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Ooh, shit is changing\n  My whole adreneline is racing\n  Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks\n  Wes craven\n\n  (baby sham)\n  A'yo bus, spliff, chill\n  (fuck you talkin' bout?)\n  Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\n  Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Caught her with the left\n  Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\n  Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\n  Gettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n  (rampage)\n  ...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\n  Caught peter, man, by the speaker\n  Looked me in the eye and didn't even know\n  I was his brother's keeper\n  Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Deeper and deeper\n  Nigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\n  Still lookin for that nigga peter\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill, let's bounce\n  Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\n  If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\n  Let's go fuck with his peoples\n  Nigga got a sister?\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yeah, she work up in kids world\n  I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n  (spliff star)\n  There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\n  Rush the crib\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking\n  Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\n  Chop the bitch up\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Caught up in this foul mix-up\n  Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\n  Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n  (rampage)\n  Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n  >from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\n  I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\n  Yo let me lift him\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Wait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\n  Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  My squad sworn to secrecy\n  If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\n  I got your back\n\n  Busta: any nigga ever try to front\n  I got your back\n  Sham: and if you ever need my burner son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\n  I got your back\n  Digga: any bitch step outta place\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\n  I got your back\n  Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\n  I got your back\n  Shame: i go against the world for my squad\n  I got your back\n\n  I got your back (4x)\n"},{"id":34239165,"name":"I Got Your Back","trackName":"I Got Your Back","artistName":"Flipmode Squad","albumName":"The Imperial [by Hillside]","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(busta rhymes)\nCatching my fever\nRob the passanger, the last griever\nYou don't lone my squad?\nFuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\nWay off the meter\n\n(rampage)\nYo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\nEverything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\nGo up in cheetah's...\n\n(spliff star)\n... and see this motherfucker named peter\nTried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n(rah digga)\nWord is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n(rampage)\nBlow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo where rah digga?\n\n(rah digga)\nScopin out the little blaze chicken\nBitch stay trickin'\nFuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nA'yo spliff, what you starting at?\nThem bitches over there\nOr them bitches over there\nOr them bitches right here?\n\n(spliff star)\nNah, that nigga on line\nMotherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n(baby sham)\nSpliff, I feel this way\nIf it's for my squad, let's play\nBack him 'gainst the door\nPatch his body with gauze\nMop up the floors\nSplatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n(spliff star)\nBust that nigga's shit\nMake the nigga suffer for yours\n\nBusta: and if they run up in your crib again\nI got your back\nSham: always keep the heat on me son\nI got your back\nRamp: i'ma hold you down until I die\nI got your back\nDigga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\nI got your back\nSpliff: if I kill him and get knocked\nI got your back\nBusta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\nI got your back\nRamp: any nigga try to set you up\nI got your back\nSpliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\nI got your back\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck waiting\nBash his face for a statement\nCock the stainless\nMake his whole chest cave in\n\n(busta rhymes)\nOoh, shit is changing\nMy whole adreneline is racing\nBlow this nigga shit like horror flicks\nWes craven\n\n(baby sham)\nA'yo bus, spliff, chill\n(fuck you talkin' bout?)\nDon't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\nBlow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n(spliff star)\nYo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n(rah digga)\nCaught her with the left\nChoked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\nThen the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\nGettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n(rampage)\n...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\nCaught peter, man, by the speaker\nLooked me in the eye and didn't even know\nI was his brother's keeper\nSlap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n(spliff star)\nDeeper and deeper\nNigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\nStill lookin for that nigga peter\n\n(baby sham)\nChill, let's bounce\nSpliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\nIf he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n(rah digga)\nYeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\nLet's go fuck with his peoples\nNigga got a sister?\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYeah, she work up in kids world\nI don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n(spliff star)\nThere the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n(baby sham)\nChill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\nRush the crib\n\n(rah digga)\nKill the bitch while she ain't even looking\nStill all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\nChop the bitch up\n\n(baby sham)\nCaught up in this foul mix-up\nTore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\nDig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n(busta rhymes)\nYo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n(rampage)\nOh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n>from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n(spliff star)\nFuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\nI want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\nYo let me lift him\n\n(rah digga)\nWait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n(spliff star)\nPut five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\nFled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n(busta rhymes)\nMy squad sworn to secrecy\nIf anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\nI got your back\n\nBusta: any nigga ever try to front\nI got your back\nSham: and if you ever need my burner son\nI got your back\nRamp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\nI got your back\nDigga: any bitch step outta place\nI got your back\nSpliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\nI got your back\nBusta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\nI got your back\nShame: i go against the world for my squad\nI got your back\n\nI got your back (4x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Got Your Back\n  artist: Flipmode Squad\n  album: The Imperial [by Hillside]\n  duration_ms: 350000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Catching my fever\n  Rob the passanger, the last griever\n  You don't lone my squad?\n  Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither\n  Way off the meter\n\n  (rampage)\n  Yo bus, me and spliff, we got heaters\n  Everything's allright, lets get drink up inside of cheetah's\n  Go up in cheetah's...\n\n  (spliff star)\n  ... and see this motherfucker named peter\n  Tried to stick me for five bricks but his broads the schemer\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Word is bond, I murder any bitch that fuck with my niggas\n\n  (rampage)\n  Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo where rah digga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Scopin out the little blaze chicken\n  Bitch stay trickin'\n  Fuckin with my niggas, gonna get her face kicked in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  A'yo spliff, what you starting at?\n  Them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches over there\n  Or them bitches right here?\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Nah, that nigga on line\n  Motherfucker still drunk off'a bacardi and lime\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Spliff, I feel this way\n  If it's for my squad, let's play\n  Back him 'gainst the door\n  Patch his body with gauze\n  Mop up the floors\n  Splatter nigga's blood on the walls\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Bust that nigga's shit\n  Make the nigga suffer for yours\n\n  Busta: and if they run up in your crib again\n  I got your back\n  Sham: always keep the heat on me son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: i'ma hold you down until I die\n  I got your back\n  Digga: and if you ever need stacks, yo\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: if I kill him and get knocked\n  I got your back\n  Busta: and if your bail is a hundred g's\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: any nigga try to set you up\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: yo let me set this shit off first, what!?\n  I got your back\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck waiting\n  Bash his face for a statement\n  Cock the stainless\n  Make his whole chest cave in\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Ooh, shit is changing\n  My whole adreneline is racing\n  Blow this nigga shit like horror flicks\n  Wes craven\n\n  (baby sham)\n  A'yo bus, spliff, chill\n  (fuck you talkin' bout?)\n  Don't do that nigga nothing (fuck that!)\n  Blow that nigga's family up just for fronting\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Yo where the bitch that was with the nigga?\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Caught her with the left\n  Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death\n  Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails\n  Gettin' stomped with the shells...\n\n  (rampage)\n  ...i heard the bitch-nigga yell\n  Caught peter, man, by the speaker\n  Looked me in the eye and didn't even know\n  I was his brother's keeper\n  Slap the nigga, through him in the sleeper\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Deeper and deeper\n  Nigga's vision start to black out, straight grim reaper\n  Still lookin for that nigga peter\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill, let's bounce\n  Spliff is high on 'bout a half an ounce\n  If he's hiding, we gon' find him on the eye of a needle\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Yeah that's the shit I'm talking bout\n  Let's go fuck with his peoples\n  Nigga got a sister?\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yeah, she work up in kids world\n  I don't know for sure, but I think the nigga live with is girl\n\n  (spliff star)\n  There the nigga goes, let's hit him with the 4-5 chrome\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Chill spliff, we gon' trail this nigga's bitch ass home\n  Rush the crib\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Kill the bitch while she ain't even looking\n  Still all fucked up from the last ass-whuppin\n  Chop the bitch up\n\n  (baby sham)\n  Caught up in this foul mix-up\n  Tore wide open, bitch'll need a major stitch-up\n  Dig a ditch up where no blood-hound'll sniff up\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up\n\n  (rampage)\n  Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming\n  >from the upstairs bathroom where I hear the water running\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Fuck that! there the motherfucker go right there\n  I want a morgue for him, make that nigga's crew pall-bear\n  Yo let me lift him\n\n  (rah digga)\n  Wait, before that, let me go kiss him\n\n  (spliff star)\n  Put five in his head and wrap him in the bedspread\n  Fled from the scenery without nobody seeing me\n\n  (busta rhymes)\n  My squad sworn to secrecy\n  If anybody ask about him we ain't seen him recently\n  I got your back\n\n  Busta: any nigga ever try to front\n  I got your back\n  Sham: and if you ever need my burner son\n  I got your back\n  Ramp: a'yo I hit you with my last, god\n  I got your back\n  Digga: any bitch step outta place\n  I got your back\n  Spliff: and if I gotta co-defend you\n  I got your back\n  Busta: let me snuff that nigga talking shit\n  I got your back\n  Shame: i go against the world for my squad\n  I got your back\n\n  I got your back (4x)\n"}]