[{"id":26431870,"name":"Threat","trackName":"Threat","artistName":"JAY‐Z","albumName":"Jay-Z at Studio One","duration":245.664,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\nThat's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\nAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\nAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\nPut ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n\nYeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\nYou niggas must got nine lives\n9th Wonder\n\nPut that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\nAm I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\nI put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\nI let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\nNow it's a duet and you wet when you check out\nThe technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\nTo blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\nThis is a unusual musical I conductin'\n\nYou lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\nSo all critics can duck sick\nI don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n[00:40.19] I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n[00:42.51] I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n[00:45.26] Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n[00:47.95] The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n[00:50.86] To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n[00:52.93] This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n[00:55.45] You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n[00:57.43] So all critics can duck sick\n[00:59.33] I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n[01:01.65] Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n[01:04.11] For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n[01:06.70] Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n[01:10.11] Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n[01:12.13] I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n[01:14.93] But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n[01:17.60] But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n[01:20.28] Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n[01:22.87] Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n[01:25.45] You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n[01:27.90] I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n[01:30.73] The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n[01:33.25] I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n[01:36.06] Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n[01:38.59] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[01:41.38] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[01:44.01] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[01:46.60] R-I-P\n[01:50.47] That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n[01:52.84] Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n[01:54.89] Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n[01:56.99] This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n[01:59.54] Grown man, I put hands on you\n[02:01.20] I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n[02:04.06] Lay out blueprint plans on you\n[02:05.89] We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n[02:08.27] Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n[02:11.20] I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n[02:14.15] Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n[02:15.91] Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n[02:18.51] For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n[02:21.60] Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n[02:24.32] Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n[02:26.62] Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n[02:29.41] Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n[02:32.44] Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n[02:36.25] Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n[02:38.51] Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n[02:42.13] God bless you\n[02:42.83] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[02:45.15] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[02:48.03] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[02:50.56] R-I-P\n[02:54.01] Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n[02:56.60] Who you thank you dealin' with?\n[02:58.16] They call me Threats, nigga\n[02:59.49] I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n[03:01.90] Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n[03:03.86] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n[03:06.64] Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n[03:09.45] I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n[03:12.04] No two, no three, no four, know why?\n[03:14.75] Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n[03:17.48] You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n[03:20.15] It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n[03:22.91] Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n[03:25.77] Where you been? You ain't heard?\n[03:27.42] Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n[03:31.13] I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n[03:33.54] I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n[03:35.96] That's right\n[03:36.27] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[03:38.59] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[03:41.18] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[03:44.03] R-I-P\n[03:47.33] Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n[03:49.78] Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n[03:50.98] Through your momma's momma's house\n[03:52.61] Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n[03:54.70] Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n[03:57.17] Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n[03:59.33] And help you swallow\n[04:00.16] Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n[04:01.92] And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n[04:04.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Threat\n  artist: JAY‐Z\n  album: Jay-Z at Studio One\n  duration_ms: 245664\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n  start_ms: 10\n  end_ms: 2070\n- text: That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n  start_ms: 2070\n  end_ms: 5590\n- text: And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n  start_ms: 5590\n  end_ms: 9170\n- text: And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n  start_ms: 9170\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 14730\n- text: Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 14730\n  end_ms: 20350\n- text: I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 20350\n  end_ms: 24500\n- text: I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 24500\n  end_ms: 29990\n- text: You niggas must got nine lives\n  start_ms: 29990\n  end_ms: 32850\n- text: 9th Wonder\n  start_ms: 32850\n  end_ms: 34690\n- text: Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n  start_ms: 34690\n  end_ms: 37830\n- text: Am I frightenin' ya? 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Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? You ain't heard?\n  Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  That's right\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Whattup? 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Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet, when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n\n  This is a unusual musical I'm conducting\n  You looking at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tucker\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only riling me up\n  For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n\n  Rehabilitated? Man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but\n  You never had me like Christina Aguilera\n  But catch me down the Westside, driving like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR, in the seat of my car\n  Screaming out the sunroof, \"Death to y'all\"\n\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talking 'bout feds\n  Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga, you heard what I said\n\n  I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R.I.P.\n\n  That's right here, nigga, nigga, I'm wild\n  Nigga, I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga off\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here\n\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you, then\n  I Sinatra shot ya, God damn you\n\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thing\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga, run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n\n  Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nothing of it\n  Like, Castor oil, I Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets\n  Y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 special, nigga\n  God bless you\n\n  I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga, stop fuckin' with me\n  R.I.P.\n\n  Yeah, I'm threatening ya\n  Yeah, I'm threatening ya\n  Who you think you dealing with?\n  They call me Threats\n  Nigga, I been making threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\n  When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchucks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's .45 might blow your high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know your God\n  It's a match made in heaven when I, braat, 'splay the 7\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n\n  Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm\n  That I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again, that's right\n\n  I make 'em lay for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga, stop fuckin' with me\n  R.I.P.\n\n  What up?\n  Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers, what?\n  Nigga, I'll throw a molotov cocktail through your mama's mama's house\n  Nigga what's up? Where everybody live?\n  I'm the kind of nigga take your teeth out your mouth, nigga\n  And chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth\n  Nigga, and help you swallow\n  Nigga, I take a mop handle off, nigga, and sweep a nigga\n  Hold on, I'll be, nigga, what?\n"},{"id":25999084,"name":"Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder)","trackName":"Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder)","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"Jay-Z  - The Black Album","duration":246.909388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\nThat's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\nAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\nAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\nPut ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\nYeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, nine albums\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, the nine on me\nStop fuckin' with me\nYou niggas must got nine lives\n9th Wonder\nPut that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\nAm I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\nI put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\nI let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\nNow it's a duet and you wet when you check out\nThe technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\nTo blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\nThis is a unusual musical I conductin'\nYou lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\nSo all critics can duck sick\nI don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up\nWhat you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\nYou heard what I said\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder)\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: Jay-Z  - The Black Album\n  duration_ms: 246909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n  That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n  And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n  And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n  Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n  Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, nine albums\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, the nine on me\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  You niggas must got nine lives\n  9th Wonder\n  Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n  Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up\n  What you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\n  You heard what I said\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? You ain't heard?\n  Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  That's right\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n  Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n  Through your momma's momma's house\n  Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n  Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n  Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n  And help you swallow\n  Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n  And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n"},{"id":17930820,"name":"Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder & Jay-Z)","trackName":"Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder & Jay-Z)","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"The Black Album","duration":246.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\nThat's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\nAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\nAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\nPut ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\nYeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, nine albums\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, the nine on me\nStop fuckin' with me\nYou niggas must got nine lives\n9th Wonder\nPut that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\nAm I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\nI put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\nI let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\nNow it's a duet and you wet when you check out\nThe technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\nTo blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\nThis is a unusual musical I conductin'\nYou lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\nSo all critics can duck sick\nI don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up\nWhat you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\nYou heard what I said\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Threat (Produced By 9th Wonder & Jay-Z)\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: The Black Album\n  duration_ms: 246867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n  That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n  And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n  And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n  Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n  Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, nine albums\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, the nine on me\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  You niggas must got nine lives\n  9th Wonder\n  Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n  Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up\n  What you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\n  You heard what I said\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? You ain't heard?\n  Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  That's right\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n  Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n  Through your momma's momma's house\n  Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n  Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n  Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n  And help you swallow\n  Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n  And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n"},{"id":1654961,"name":"Threat","trackName":"Threat","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"The Black Album (UK Version)","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\nThat's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\nAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\nAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\nPut ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n\nYeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\nYou niggas must got nine lives\n9th Wonder\n\nPut that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\nAm I frightenin' ya? 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You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? 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Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n[00:40.19] I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n[00:42.51] I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n[00:45.26] Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n[00:47.95] The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n[00:50.86] To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n[00:52.93] This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n[00:55.45] You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n[00:57.43] So all critics can duck sick\n[00:59.33] I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n[01:01.65] Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n[01:04.11] For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n[01:06.70] Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n[01:10.11] Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n[01:12.13] I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n[01:14.93] But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n[01:17.60] But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n[01:20.28] Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n[01:22.87] Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n[01:25.45] You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n[01:27.90] I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n[01:30.73] The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n[01:33.25] I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n[01:36.06] Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n[01:38.59] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[01:41.38] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[01:44.01] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[01:46.60] R-I-P\n[01:50.47] That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n[01:52.84] Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n[01:54.89] Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n[01:56.99] This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n[01:59.54] Grown man, I put hands on you\n[02:01.20] I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n[02:04.06] Lay out blueprint plans on you\n[02:05.89] We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n[02:08.27] Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n[02:11.20] I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n[02:14.15] Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n[02:15.91] Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n[02:18.51] For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n[02:21.60] Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n[02:24.32] Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n[02:26.62] Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n[02:29.41] Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n[02:32.44] Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n[02:36.25] Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n[02:38.51] Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n[02:42.13] God bless you\n[02:42.83] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[02:45.15] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[02:48.03] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[02:50.56] R-I-P\n[02:54.01] Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n[02:56.60] Who you thank you dealin' with?\n[02:58.16] They call me Threats, nigga\n[02:59.49] I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n[03:01.90] Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n[03:03.86] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n[03:06.64] Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n[03:09.45] I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n[03:12.04] No two, no three, no four, know why?\n[03:14.75] Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n[03:17.48] You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n[03:20.15] It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n[03:22.91] Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n[03:25.77] Where you been? 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You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? 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Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? 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You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n[00:40.19] I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n[00:42.51] I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n[00:45.26] Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n[00:47.95] The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n[00:50.86] To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n[00:52.93] This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n[00:55.45] You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n[00:57.43] So all critics can duck sick\n[00:59.33] I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n[01:01.65] Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n[01:04.11] For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n[01:06.70] Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n[01:10.11] Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n[01:12.13] I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n[01:14.93] But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n[01:17.60] But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n[01:20.28] Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n[01:22.87] Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n[01:25.45] You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n[01:27.90] I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n[01:30.73] The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n[01:33.25] I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n[01:36.06] Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n[01:38.59] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[01:41.38] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[01:44.01] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[01:46.60] R-I-P\n[01:50.47] That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n[01:52.84] Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n[01:54.89] Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n[01:56.99] This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n[01:59.54] Grown man, I put hands on you\n[02:01.20] I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n[02:04.06] Lay out blueprint plans on you\n[02:05.89] We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n[02:08.27] Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n[02:11.20] I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n[02:14.15] Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n[02:15.91] Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n[02:18.51] For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n[02:21.60] Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n[02:24.32] Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n[02:26.62] Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n[02:29.41] Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n[02:32.44] Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n[02:36.25] Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n[02:38.51] Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n[02:42.13] God bless you\n[02:42.83] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[02:45.15] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[02:48.03] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[02:50.56] R-I-P\n[02:54.01] Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n[02:56.60] Who you thank you dealin' with?\n[02:58.16] They call me Threats, nigga\n[02:59.49] I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n[03:01.90] Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n[03:03.86] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n[03:06.64] Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n[03:09.45] I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n[03:12.04] No two, no three, no four, know why?\n[03:14.75] Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n[03:17.48] You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n[03:20.15] It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n[03:22.91] Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n[03:25.77] Where you been? 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Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? 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You ain't heard?\n  start_ms: 205770\n  end_ms: 207420\n- text: Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  start_ms: 207420\n  end_ms: 211130\n- text: I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  start_ms: 211130\n  end_ms: 213540\n- text: I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  start_ms: 213540\n  end_ms: 215960\n- text: That's right\n  start_ms: 215960\n  end_ms: 216270\n- text: I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  start_ms: 216270\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 221180\n- text: Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  start_ms: 221180\n  end_ms: 224030\n- text: R-I-P\n  start_ms: 224030\n  end_ms: 227330\n- text: Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n  start_ms: 227330\n  end_ms: 229780\n- text: Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n  start_ms: 229780\n  end_ms: 230980\n- text: Through your momma's momma's house\n  start_ms: 230980\n  end_ms: 232610\n- text: Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n  start_ms: 232610\n  end_ms: 234700\n- text: Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n  start_ms: 234700\n  end_ms: 237170\n- text: Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n  start_ms: 237170\n  end_ms: 239330\n- text: And help you swallow\n  start_ms: 239330\n  end_ms: 240160\n- text: Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n  start_ms: 240160\n  end_ms: 241920\n- text: And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n  start_ms: 241920\n  end_ms: 244360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 244360\nplain: |-\n  Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n  That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n  And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n  And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n  Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n\n  Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n  You niggas must got nine lives\n  9th Wonder\n\n  Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n  Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? You ain't heard?\n  Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  That's right\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n  Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n  Through your momma's momma's house\n  Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n  Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n  Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n  And help you swallow\n  Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n  And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n"},{"id":18074372,"name":"Threat","trackName":"Threat","artistName":"Jay-Z","albumName":"Purple Album","duration":246.308571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\nThat's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\nAnd I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\nAnd I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\nPut ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\nYeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, nine albums\nStop fuckin' with me\nI done told you niggas, the nine on me\nStop fuckin' with me\nYou niggas must got nine lives\n9th Wonder\nPut that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\nAm I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\nI put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\nI let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\nNow it's a duet and you wet when you check out\nThe technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\nTo blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\nThis is a unusual musical I conductin'\nYou lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\nSo all critics can duck sick\nI don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up\nWhat you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\nYou heard what I said\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Threat\n  artist: Jay-Z\n  album: Purple Album\n  duration_ms: 246309\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n  That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n  And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n  And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n  Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n  Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, nine albums\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  I done told you niggas, the nine on me\n  Stop fuckin' with me\n  You niggas must got nine lives\n  9th Wonder\n  Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n  Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up\n  What you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga\n  You heard what I said\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? 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Delores Tuck-it\nOr you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\nFor three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\nNow they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\nRehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\nI'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\nBut you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\nBut catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\nOr the FDR in the seat of my car\nScreamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\nYou can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\nI put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\nThe whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\nI send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\nNigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nThat's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\nNigga I keep trash bags with me\nNever know when you gotta dump a nigga out\nThis sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\nGrown man, I put hands on you\nI dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\nLay out blueprint plans on you\nWe Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\nThen I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\nI put the boy in the box like David Blaine\nLet the audience watch, it ain't a thang\nY'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\nFor the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\nThen lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\nYour boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\nLike, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\nChange your face or the bullets change all that for you\nY'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\nPlease don't make me park it in your upper level\nValet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\nGod bless you\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nYeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\nWho you thank you dealin' with?\nThey call me Threats, nigga\nI been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\nHuh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\nWhen the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\nLike nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\nI'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\nNo two, no three, no four, know why?\nBecause one's four-five might blow yo' high\nYou ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\nIt's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\nPut you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\nWhere you been? You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?\n[00:40.19] I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n[00:42.51] I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n[00:45.26] Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n[00:47.95] The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n[00:50.86] To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n[00:52.93] This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n[00:55.45] You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n[00:57.43] So all critics can duck sick\n[00:59.33] I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n[01:01.65] Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n[01:04.11] For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n[01:06.70] Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n[01:10.11] Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n[01:12.13] I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n[01:14.93] But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n[01:17.60] But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n[01:20.28] Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n[01:22.87] Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n[01:25.45] You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n[01:27.90] I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n[01:30.73] The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n[01:33.25] I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n[01:36.06] Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n[01:38.59] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[01:41.38] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[01:44.01] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[01:46.60] R-I-P\n[01:50.47] That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n[01:52.84] Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n[01:54.89] Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n[01:56.99] This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n[01:59.54] Grown man, I put hands on you\n[02:01.20] I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n[02:04.06] Lay out blueprint plans on you\n[02:05.89] We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n[02:08.27] Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n[02:11.20] I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n[02:14.15] Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n[02:15.91] Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n[02:18.51] For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n[02:21.60] Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n[02:24.32] Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n[02:26.62] Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n[02:29.41] Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n[02:32.44] Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n[02:36.25] Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n[02:38.51] Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n[02:42.13] God bless you\n[02:42.83] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n[02:45.15] Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n[02:48.03] Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n[02:50.56] R-I-P\n[02:54.01] Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n[02:56.60] Who you thank you dealin' with?\n[02:58.16] They call me Threats, nigga\n[02:59.49] I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n[03:01.90] Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n[03:03.86] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n[03:06.64] Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n[03:09.45] I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n[03:12.04] No two, no three, no four, know why?\n[03:14.75] Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n[03:17.48] You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n[03:20.15] It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n[03:22.91] Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n[03:25.77] Where you been? 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You ain't heard?\nGot the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\nI'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\nI will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\nThat's right\n\nI make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\nPut your smarts on the side of your garment\nNigga stop fuckin' with me\nR-I-P\n\nWhattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\nNigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\nThrough your momma's momma's house\nNigga what the, where everybody live!\nUndercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\nChew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\nAnd help you swallow\nNigga I take a mop handle off nigga\nAnd sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats\n[00:02.07] That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp\n[00:05.59] And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere\n[00:09.17] And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up\n[00:11.56] Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga\n[00:14.73] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or ten times, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:20.35] I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:24.50] I done told you niggas, the nine on me, stop fuckin' with me\n[00:29.99] You niggas must got nine lives\n[00:32.85] 9th Wonder\n[00:34.69] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya\n[00:37.83] Am I frightenin' ya? 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Shall I continue?\n  I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song\n  I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along\n  Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out\n  The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips\n  To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit\n  This is a unusual musical I conductin'\n\n  You lookin' at the black Warren Buffett\n  So all critics can duck sick\n  I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it\n  Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up\n  For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup\n  Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what?\n  Rehabilitated, man, I still feel hatred\n  I'm young, black and rich so they wanna strip me naked\n\n  But you never had me like Christina Aguiler-y\n  But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry\n  Or the FDR in the seat of my car\n  Screamin' out the sunroof \"Death to y'all\"\n  You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars\n  I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head\n  The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread\n  I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds\n  Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild\n  Nigga I keep trash bags with me\n  Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out\n  This sincere, this some sincere shit right here!\n\n  Grown man, I put hands on you\n  I dig a hole in the desert, they build the Sands on you\n  Lay out blueprint plans on you\n  We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you\n  Then I Sinatra shot ya, goddamn you\n  I put the boy in the box like David Blaine\n  Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang\n  Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button\n\n  For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it\n  Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it\n  Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it\n  Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you\n  Change your face or the bullets change all that for you\n  Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets\n  Please don't make me park it in your upper level\n  Valet a couple strays from the .38 Special, nigga\n  God bless you\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah, I'm threatenin' ya!\n  Who you thank you dealin' with?\n  They call me Threats, nigga\n  I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga!\n  Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard\n\n  When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga you dies\n  Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I\n  I'm the one, thus meaning no one must try\n  No two, no three, no four, know why?\n  Because one's four-five might blow yo' high\n  You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God\n  It's a match made in Heaven when I 'splay the seven\n  Put you on the nigga news, UPN and 11\n  Where you been? You ain't heard?\n  Got the word that I'm... that I'm so sincere?\n  I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend\n  I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again\n  That's right\n\n  I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin'\n  Put your smarts on the side of your garment\n  Nigga stop fuckin' with me\n  R-I-P\n\n  Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what?\n  Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail\n  Through your momma's momma's house\n  Nigga what the, where everybody live!\n  Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth nigga\n  Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga\n  And help you swallow\n  Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga\n  And sweep nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga what?\n"}]