[{"id":22111165,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr & M.O.P.","albumName":"Gang Starr & M.O.P.","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n[03:01.32] It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n[03:03.57] To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n[03:05.92] Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n[03:08.36] We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n[03:11.00] Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n[03:13.57] You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n[03:16.03] And you deserve a hole\n[03:17.66] In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n[03:20.86] On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n[03:23.71] Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n[03:26.59] Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n[03:29.03] It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n[03:32.72] We got guns\n[03:41.67] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Got Gunz\n  artist: Gang Starr & M.O.P.\n  album: Gang Starr & M.O.P.\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Fat Joe]'\n  start_ms: 11720\n  end_ms: 15080\n- text: Yeah uh, 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":6284099,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?(yeah uh yo uh)\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end even if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin' out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me every time official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gone lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin' blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat keep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real,\nKeep thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga\nO.G. had quick shit we got guns\nWe got, we got, they got (guns)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin' the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (guns)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin' the noise, bringin' the funk\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin' his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin'\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin' all means necessary\nIt's only customary, it's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy lock's been in the roof, he's an expert\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin' down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? (yeah nigga)\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin' over these bricks (is that so)\nDoin' underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin' like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin'\nHead the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Got Gunz\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: The Ownerz\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah uh, GangStarr\n  Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n  Living legends, ya heard me?(yeah uh yo uh)\n  I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 nine nines, Mac 10s\n  Man this shit never end even if the apple won't spin\n  I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n  Niggaz yellin' out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n  But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n  I mean feds want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n  An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n  Can't stop me every time official\n  Better find my residuals or this nine gone lift you\n  \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n  Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n  And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n  Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n  We walk the scorchin' blocks with the hawk on top\n  Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns\n  You got, he got, they got\n  M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n  Big ones, extra large heat\n  Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n  Pop in a heart beat keep the cannon in my reach\n  Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n  We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n  And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n  Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n  You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n  Brownsville deep in my genes\n  I show you +bad boy+ for real,\n  Keep thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream\n  We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n  Gun ya down, guns sing like blow\n  Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga\n  O.G. had quick shit we got guns\n  We got, we got, they got (guns)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin' the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the lock\n  But only if you feel this shit\n  We got, we got, they got (guns)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin' the noise, bringin' the funk\n  Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n  I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n  Sick society's got Guru protectin' his fam\n  Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n  Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n  You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n  I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n  GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n  And even if you had a thought to move on us\n  Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n  Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin'\n  You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n  Call us savage bastards usin' all means necessary\n  It's only customary, it's you we got to bury\n  We'll dead your homo thug network\n  Head shots make your head jerk\n  My lock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n  Who got a problem? It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin' down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? (yeah nigga)\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin' over these bricks (is that so)\n  Doin' underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin' like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherfuckin'\n  Head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch we got guns\n"},{"id":30326144,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\n\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\nHe was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\n\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\n\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\n\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\n\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\nWe got guns!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.13] [Fat Joe]\n[00:11.01] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:13.77] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:21.99] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:23.79] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:26.49] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:29.12] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:31.83] Man this shit never end\n[00:32.79] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:33.75] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:36.44] Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\n[00:39.10] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:41.89] I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\n[00:44.52] An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\n[00:47.38] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.05] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:51.82] He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\n[00:54.51] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:57.22] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[00:59.99] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:02.77] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:04.55] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:07.24] I got guns\n[01:09.01] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:09.95] You got, he got, they got\n[01:10.81] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:11.78] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:15.06] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:15.98] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:18.64] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:19.59] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:22.22] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:25.05] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:27.76] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:30.41] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.15] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.05] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:37.73] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:40.48] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:43.14] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:47.79] We got guns\n[01:48.62] [Hook]\n[01:49.54] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:51.38] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:53.15] I gots it locked\n[01:54.03] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:56.73] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:58.58] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:02.25] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:03.15] I gots it locked\n[02:04.07] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:06.72] [Guru]\n[02:07.61] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.31] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.04] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:15.86] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:18.52] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:21.22] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:23.94] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:26.71] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:29.48] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:31.23] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:33.93] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:36.63] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:39.39] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:42.15] It's only customary\n[02:43.99] It's you we got to bury\n[02:44.84] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:46.69] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:48.47] Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.28] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.18] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:52.00] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:54.73] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.57] Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n[03:00.26] It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n[03:02.96] To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n[03:04.71] Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n[03:07.44] We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n[03:10.22] Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n[03:12.97] You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n[03:15.61] And you deserve a hole\n[03:16.55] In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n[03:20.18] On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n[03:22.83] Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n[03:25.69] Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n[03:28.35] It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n[03:30.16] We got guns!\n[03:31.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Got Gunz\n  artist: Gang Starr\n  album: The Ownerz\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Fat Joe]'\n  start_ms: 10130\n  end_ms: 11010\n- text: Yeah uh, GangStarr\n  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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\n  We got guns!\n"},{"id":19821040,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz: The Instrumentals","duration":207.15102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\n\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\nHe was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\n\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\n\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\n\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\n\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\nWe got guns!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.13] [Fat Joe]\n[00:11.01] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:13.77] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:21.99] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:23.79] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:26.49] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:29.12] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:31.83] Man this shit never end\n[00:32.79] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:33.75] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:36.44] Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\n[00:39.10] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:41.89] I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\n[00:44.52] An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\n[00:47.38] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.05] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:51.82] He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\n[00:54.51] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:57.22] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[00:59.99] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:02.77] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:04.55] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:07.24] I got guns\n[01:09.01] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:09.95] You got, he got, they got\n[01:10.81] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:11.78] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:15.06] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:15.98] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:18.64] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:19.59] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:22.22] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:25.05] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:27.76] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:30.41] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.15] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.05] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:37.73] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:40.48] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:43.14] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:47.79] We got guns\n[01:48.62] [Hook]\n[01:49.54] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:51.38] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:53.15] I gots it locked\n[01:54.03] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:56.73] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:58.58] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:02.25] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:03.15] I gots it locked\n[02:04.07] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:06.72] [Guru]\n[02:07.61] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.31] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.04] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:15.86] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:18.52] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:21.22] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:23.94] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:26.71] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:29.48] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:31.23] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:33.93] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:36.63] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:39.39] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:42.15] It's only customary\n[02:43.99] It's you we got to bury\n[02:44.84] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:46.69] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:48.47] Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.28] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.18] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:52.00] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:54.73] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.57] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\n  We got guns!\n"},{"id":22472885,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz (Japanese Retail)","duration":216.868571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\n\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\nHe was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\n\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\n\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\n\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\n\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\nWe got guns!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.13] [Fat Joe]\n[00:11.01] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:13.77] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:21.99] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:23.79] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:26.49] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:29.12] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:31.83] Man this shit never end\n[00:32.79] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:33.75] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:36.44] Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\n[00:39.10] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:41.89] I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\n[00:44.52] An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\n[00:47.38] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.05] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:51.82] He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\n[00:54.51] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:57.22] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[00:59.99] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:02.77] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:04.55] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:07.24] I got guns\n[01:09.01] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:09.95] You got, he got, they got\n[01:10.81] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:11.78] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:15.06] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:15.98] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:18.64] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:19.59] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:22.22] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:25.05] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:27.76] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:30.41] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.15] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.05] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:37.73] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:40.48] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:43.14] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:47.79] We got guns\n[01:48.62] [Hook]\n[01:49.54] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:51.38] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:53.15] I gots it locked\n[01:54.03] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:56.73] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:58.58] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:02.25] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:03.15] I gots it locked\n[02:04.07] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:06.72] [Guru]\n[02:07.61] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.31] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.04] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:15.86] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:18.52] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:21.22] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:23.94] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:26.71] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:29.48] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:31.23] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:33.93] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:36.63] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:39.39] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:42.15] It's only customary\n[02:43.99] It's you we got to bury\n[02:44.84] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:46.69] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:48.47] Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.28] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.18] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:52.00] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:54.73] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.57] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\n  We got guns!\n"},{"id":34811460,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz (Instrumental)","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\n\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\nHe was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\n\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\n\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\n\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\n\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\nWe got guns!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.13] [Fat Joe]\n[00:11.01] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:13.77] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:21.99] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:23.79] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:26.49] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:29.12] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:31.83] Man this shit never end\n[00:32.79] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:33.75] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:36.44] Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\n[00:39.10] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:41.89] I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\n[00:44.52] An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\n[00:47.38] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.05] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:51.82] He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\n[00:54.51] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:57.22] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[00:59.99] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:02.77] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:04.55] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:07.24] I got guns\n[01:09.01] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:09.95] You got, he got, they got\n[01:10.81] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:11.78] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:15.06] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:15.98] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:18.64] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:19.59] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:22.22] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:25.05] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:27.76] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:30.41] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.15] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.05] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:37.73] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:40.48] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:43.14] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:47.79] We got guns\n[01:48.62] [Hook]\n[01:49.54] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:51.38] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:53.15] I gots it locked\n[01:54.03] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:56.73] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:58.58] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:02.25] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:03.15] I gots it locked\n[02:04.07] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:06.72] [Guru]\n[02:07.61] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.31] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.04] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:15.86] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:18.52] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:21.22] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:23.94] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:26.71] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:29.48] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:31.23] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:33.93] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:36.63] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:39.39] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:42.15] It's only customary\n[02:43.99] It's you we got to bury\n[02:44.84] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:46.69] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:48.47] Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.28] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.18] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:52.00] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:54.73] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.57] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\n  We got guns!\n"},{"id":27379137,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr, M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":216.781497,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":6962141,"name":"Who Got Gunz (feat. Fat Joe","trackName":"Who Got Gunz (feat. Fat Joe","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":22857490,"name":"Who Got Gunz (Featuring Fat Jo","trackName":"Who Got Gunz (Featuring Fat Jo","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":216.920816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\n\nyeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nliving legends, ya heard me?\nyeah uh yo uh\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nman this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\nHe was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\n\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\n\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\n\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\n\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nto re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nin the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\non the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\nWe got guns!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.13] [Fat Joe]\n[00:11.01] yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:13.77] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:21.99] living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:23.79] yeah uh yo uh\n[00:26.49] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:29.12] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:31.83] man this shit never end\n[00:32.79] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:33.75] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:36.44] Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again\n[00:39.10] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:41.89] I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky\n[00:44.52] An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me\n[00:47.38] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.05] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:51.82] He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured\n[00:54.51] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:57.22] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[00:59.99] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:02.77] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:04.55] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:07.24] I got guns\n[01:09.01] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:09.95] You got, he got, they got\n[01:10.81] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:11.78] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:15.06] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:15.98] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:18.64] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:19.59] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:22.22] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:25.05] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:27.76] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:30.41] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.15] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.05] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:37.73] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:40.48] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:43.14] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:47.79] We got guns\n[01:48.62] [Hook]\n[01:49.54] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:51.38] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:53.15] I gots it locked\n[01:54.03] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:56.73] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:58.58] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:02.25] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:03.15] I gots it locked\n[02:04.07] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:06.72] [Guru]\n[02:07.61] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.31] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.04] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:15.86] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:18.52] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:21.22] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:23.94] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:26.71] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:29.48] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:31.23] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:33.93] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:36.63] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:39.39] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:42.15] It's only customary\n[02:43.99] It's you we got to bury\n[02:44.84] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:46.69] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:48.47] Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.28] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.18] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:52.00] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:54.73] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.57] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  to re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n\n  We got guns!\n"},{"id":31004080,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Fat Joe/Gang Starr/M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":12477572,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr, M.O.P., Fat Joe","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":36734507,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr Fat Joe M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":14823796,"name":"Who Got Gunz (feat. M.O.P.)","trackName":"Who Got Gunz (feat. M.O.P.)","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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YEAH NIGGA\n  start_ms: 177860\n  end_ms: 181320\n- text: It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  start_ms: 181320\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185920\n- text: Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  start_ms: 185920\n  end_ms: 188360\n- text: We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  start_ms: 188360\n  end_ms: 191000\n- text: Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  start_ms: 191000\n  end_ms: 193570\n- text: You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  start_ms: 193570\n  end_ms: 196030\n- text: And you deserve a hole\n  start_ms: 196030\n  end_ms: 197660\n- text: In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  start_ms: 197660\n  end_ms: 200860\n- text: On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  start_ms: 200860\n  end_ms: 203710\n- text: Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  start_ms: 203710\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 209030\n- text: It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  start_ms: 209030\n  end_ms: 212720\n- text: We got guns\n  start_ms: 212720\n  end_ms: 221670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 221670\nplain: |-\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Yeah uh, GangStarr\n  Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n  Living legends, ya heard me?\n  Yeah uh yo uh\n\n  I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n  Nine nines, Mac 10s\n  Man this shit never end\n  Even if the apple won't spin\n  I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n  Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n  But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n  I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n  An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n  Can't stop me everytime official\n  Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n  \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n  Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n  And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n  Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n  We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n  Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n  I got guns\n\n  [Lil' Fame]\n  You got, he got, they got\n  M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n  Big ones, extra large heat\n  Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n  Pop in a heart beat\n  Keep the cannon in my reach\n  Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n  We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n  And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n  Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n  You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n  Brownsville deep in my genes\n  I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n  We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n  Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n  Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n  We got guns\n\n  [Hook]\n  We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n  But only if you feel this shit\n  We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n  [Guru]\n  Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n  I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n  Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n  Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n  Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n  You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n  I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n  GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n  And even if you had a thought to move on us\n  Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n  Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n  You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n  Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n  It's only customary\n  It's you we got to bury\n  We'll dead your homo thug network\n  Head shots make your head jerk\n  My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n  [Billy Danze]\n  Who got a problem? It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":12008259,"name":"Who Got Gunz (feat. Fat Joe & MOP)","trackName":"Who Got Gunz (feat. Fat Joe & MOP)","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":12336410,"name":"Who Got Gunz Ft Fat Joe Mop","trackName":"Who Got Gunz Ft Fat Joe Mop","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":4537856,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr featuring Fat Joe & M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":31679914,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":13096951,"name":"Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr ft. Fat Joe & M.O.P.","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":30720378,"name":"Fat Joe & M.O.P / Who Got Gunz","trackName":"Fat Joe & M.O.P / Who Got Gunz","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"Ownerz, The","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? 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It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"},{"id":4537855,"name":"Who Got Gunz - Feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.","trackName":"Who Got Gunz - Feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.","artistName":"Gang Starr","albumName":"The Ownerz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Fat Joe]\nYeah uh, GangStarr\nCrack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\nLiving legends, ya heard me?\nYeah uh yo uh\n\nI got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\nNine nines, Mac 10s\nMan this shit never end\nEven if the apple won't spin\nI reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\nNiggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\nBut this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\nI mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\nAn arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\nCan't stop me everytime official\nBetter find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n\"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\nHad him on the front page in his graduation pictures\nAnd they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\nMe and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\nWe walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\nEven if the old ladies love to call the cops\nI got guns\n\n[Lil' Fame]\nYou got, he got, they got\nM dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\nBig ones, extra large heat\nHumongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\nPop in a heart beat\nKeep the cannon in my reach\nLay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\nWe keep them damn thangs full of hollows\nAnd I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\nFit raw this nigga you ain't loco\nYou're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\nBrownsville deep in my genes\nI show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\nWe'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\nGun ya down, guns sing like blaow\nRaise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\nWe got guns\n\n[Hook]\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\nBut only if you feel this shit\nWe got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\nCrazy ill, man rowdy\nI gots it locked\nBringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n[Guru]\nNowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\nI'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\nSick society's got Guru protectin his fam\nFuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\nRespect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\nYou're too dumb to play your position so unique\nI'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\nGangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\nAnd even if you had a thought to move on us\nOur fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\nSlow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\nYou rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\nCall us savage bastards usin all means necessary\nIt's only customary\nIt's you we got to bury\nWe'll dead your homo thug network\nHead shots make your head jerk\nMy marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n[Billy Danze]\nWho got a problem? It's already been established\nI'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\nStill throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\nCan I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\nIt's always some shit but it's always a clip\nTo re-route your doubts and see what you about\nYour homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\nWe takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\nDoin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\nYou fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\nAnd you deserve a hole\nIn the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\nOn the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\nSpit one in your whip and flip your shit over\nKeep in mind whatever the nine spit\nIt's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\nWe got guns","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.72] [Fat Joe]\n[00:15.08] Yeah uh, GangStarr\n[00:16.13] Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n[00:22.68] Living legends, ya heard me?\n[00:25.15] Yeah uh yo uh\n[00:27.53] I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n[00:30.07] Nine nines, Mac 10s\n[00:32.27] Man this shit never end\n[00:33.66] Even if the apple won't spin\n[00:35.26] I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n[00:37.96] Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n[00:40.05] But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n[00:42.66] I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n[00:45.62] An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n[00:47.99] Can't stop me everytime official\n[00:50.73] Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n[00:53.05] \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n[00:55.84] Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n[00:58.28] And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n[01:00.93] Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n[01:03.42] We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n[01:05.74] Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n[01:08.50] I got guns\n[01:10.58] [Lil' Fame]\n[01:11.48] You got, he got, they got\n[01:12.32] M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n[01:13.43] Big ones, extra large heat\n[01:16.33] Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n[01:18.61] Pop in a heart beat\n[01:20.09] Keep the cannon in my reach\n[01:21.51] Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n[01:23.83] We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n[01:26.07] And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n[01:28.45] Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n[01:31.32] You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n[01:33.72] Brownsville deep in my genes\n[01:35.78] I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n[01:38.29] We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n[01:41.80] Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n[01:45.23] Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n[01:46.66] We got guns\n[01:51.86] [Hook]\n[01:52.89] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[01:53.82] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[01:54.88] I gots it locked\n[01:55.88] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n[01:57.46] But only if you feel this shit\n[01:59.33] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n[02:01.63] Crazy ill, man rowdy\n[02:04.84] I gots it locked\n[02:06.47] Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n[02:07.55] [Guru]\n[02:08.49] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n[02:10.78] I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n[02:14.63] Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n[02:17.16] Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n[02:19.60] Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n[02:22.37] You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n[02:25.08] I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n[02:27.51] GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n[02:30.17] And even if you had a thought to move on us\n[02:32.60] Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n[02:35.05] Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n[02:37.65] You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n[02:40.15] Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n[02:43.17] It's only customary\n[02:44.67] It's you we got to bury\n[02:46.04] We'll dead your homo thug network\n[02:47.67] Head shots make your head jerk\n[02:49.17] My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n[02:50.78] [Billy Danze]\n[02:51.73] Who got a problem? It's already been established\n[02:53.23] I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n[02:55.68] Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n[02:57.86] Can I hear for a gangster? 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end_ms: 171730\n- text: Who got a problem? It's already been established\n  start_ms: 171730\n  end_ms: 173230\n- text: I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  start_ms: 173230\n  end_ms: 175680\n- text: Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  start_ms: 175680\n  end_ms: 177860\n- text: Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  start_ms: 177860\n  end_ms: 181320\n- text: It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  start_ms: 181320\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185920\n- text: Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  start_ms: 185920\n  end_ms: 188360\n- text: We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  start_ms: 188360\n  end_ms: 191000\n- text: Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  start_ms: 191000\n  end_ms: 193570\n- text: You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  start_ms: 193570\n  end_ms: 196030\n- text: And you deserve a hole\n  start_ms: 196030\n  end_ms: 197660\n- text: In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  start_ms: 197660\n  end_ms: 200860\n- text: On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  start_ms: 200860\n  end_ms: 203710\n- text: Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  start_ms: 203710\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 209030\n- text: It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  start_ms: 209030\n  end_ms: 212720\n- text: We got guns\n  start_ms: 212720\n  end_ms: 221670\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 221670\nplain: |-\n  [Fat Joe]\n  Yeah uh, GangStarr\n  Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on\n  Living legends, ya heard me?\n  Yeah uh yo uh\n\n  I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38\n  Nine nines, Mac 10s\n  Man this shit never end\n  Even if the apple won't spin\n  I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin\n  Niggaz yellin out the window \"Joe's at it again\"\n  But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen\n  I mean feds wanna knock me just 'cause I'm cocky\n  An arrogant fuck, wave \"Hi\" when they watch me\n  Can't stop me everytime official\n  Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you\n  \"He was a fine individual\" what the papers scriptured\n  Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures\n  And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock\n  Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got\n  We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top\n  Even if the old ladies love to call the cops\n  I got guns\n\n  [Lil' Fame]\n  You got, he got, they got\n  M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns\n  Big ones, extra large heat\n  Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat\n  Pop in a heart beat\n  Keep the cannon in my reach\n  Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach\n  We keep them damn thangs full of hollows\n  And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace\n  Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco\n  You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco\n  Brownsville deep in my genes\n  I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+\n  We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down\n  Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow\n  Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit\n  We got guns\n\n  [Hook]\n  We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock\n  But only if you feel this shit\n  We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)\n  Crazy ill, man rowdy\n  I gots it locked\n  Bringin the noise, bringin the funk\n\n  [Guru]\n  Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\n  I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns\n  Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam\n  Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan\n  Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak\n  You're too dumb to play your position so unique\n  I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets\n  GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep\n  And even if you had a thought to move on us\n  Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust\n  Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin\n  You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket\n  Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary\n  It's only customary\n  It's you we got to bury\n  We'll dead your homo thug network\n  Head shots make your head jerk\n  My marksman on the roof, he's an expert\n\n  [Billy Danze]\n  Who got a problem? It's already been established\n  I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage\n  Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average\n  Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA\n  It's always some shit but it's always a clip\n  To re-route your doubts and see what you about\n  Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch\n  We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)\n  Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen\n  You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit\n  And you deserve a hole\n  In the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix\n  On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers\n  Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over\n  Keep in mind whatever the nine spit\n  It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch\n  We got guns\n"}]