[{"id":20823610,"name":"We Got This","trackName":"We Got This","artistName":"John Forté","albumName":"Poly Sci","duration":220.551837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n[Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n{Forte'}\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n{Forte}\nForte'! (DMX!)\n\n{Forte'}\nBe the hottest!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nStraight up! We locked it!\n\n[Forte' - Verse One]\n\nAssociated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\nand heavy hitters,\nThem younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\ncandle wax, brown Beamers to whip\nAnd jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\nThirty two shots to split ya!\nIt's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\nJohn could make ya richer!\nFuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\nI'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\nwhose trying to add on, when it's not addition\nYou need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\nRun up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\nAnd sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\nFrom Madina up to Y.O.\nEl Capitan John, micapo\nGet tore down, and that's the way it go down!\nThe east is like the wild west without the showdown!\nThem niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\nGet cut down! From the gut down!\nIntense heh? And leave you shut down!\nYou knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n[Dmx]\nUnghh! My nigga said it!\nNiggas'll get it! That's the rule!\nI'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\nCuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\nAnd all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\nI figure like this... It's just me against the world!\nCuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\nWhat you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\nFuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\nX'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\nYou vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\nAnd you lovin' it!\nIt's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\nAnd this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\nBut, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\nThis is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\nIt's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\nLike a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n[Chorus 2x]\n\n[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\nThis track'll make me zone out!\nRun up in the party with the chrome out!\nClear Jerome out, no doubt!\nIce jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\nPikasoe baby!\nGotta get this money baby!\n50's and 100's baby!\nMy whole crew be sonnin' you\nWhat you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\nNiggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n[Forte']\n\nPut in the card baby, you gone\nToo many hard rappers live for cunan\nYou knew John was too on\nMe and DMX, whether change your suit on\nWalk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n[DMX]\n\nUnghh! Unghh!\nIf you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\nEAT WHEN I EAT!\nSLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\nFor real, SHIT IS DEEP!\nAnd what you don't know, will kill you!\nFrom X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n[Forte']\n\nI'm roundin' mine more\nAnd very few can nine hold\nThe kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\nDough to sit on!\nI'm down to shit on!\nWatch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n[DMX]\n\nUngh! Ungh! Ungh!\nI set the clock!\nClip the glock!\nHit the block!\nRip the rock!\nIn the sock!\nGet the knot!\nThis shit is hot!\nCan't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n[Chorus - 3x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Got This\n  artist: John Forté\n  album: Poly Sci\n  duration_ms: 220552\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n  ...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n  [Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n  {Forte'}\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n  {Forte}\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  Be the hottest!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  [Forte' - Verse One]\n\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\n  and heavy hitters,\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to Y.O.\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n  [Dmx]\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  [Chorus 2x]\n\n  [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Unghh! Unghh!\n  If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  I'm roundin' mine more\n  And very few can nine hold\n  The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  Dough to sit on!\n  I'm down to shit on!\n  Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  I set the clock!\n  Clip the glock!\n  Hit the block!\n  Rip the rock!\n  In the sock!\n  Get the knot!\n  This shit is hot!\n  Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n  [Chorus - 3x\n"},{"id":35726921,"name":"We Got This","trackName":"We Got This","artistName":"John Forte","albumName":"90s Underground Hip Hop","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n[Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n{Forte'}\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n{Forte}\nForte'! (DMX!)\n\n{Forte'}\nBe the hottest!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nStraight up! We locked it!\n\n[Forte' - Verse One]\n\nAssociated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\nand heavy hitters,\nThem younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\ncandle wax, brown Beamers to whip\nAnd jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\nThirty two shots to split ya!\nIt's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\nJohn could make ya richer!\nFuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\nI'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\nwhose trying to add on, when it's not addition\nYou need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\nRun up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\nAnd sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\nFrom Madina up to Y.O.\nEl Capitan John, micapo\nGet tore down, and that's the way it go down!\nThe east is like the wild west without the showdown!\nThem niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\nGet cut down! From the gut down!\nIntense heh? And leave you shut down!\nYou knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n[Dmx]\nUnghh! My nigga said it!\nNiggas'll get it! That's the rule!\nI'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\nCuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\nAnd all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\nI figure like this... It's just me against the world!\nCuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\nWhat you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\nFuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\nX'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\nYou vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\nAnd you lovin' it!\nIt's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\nAnd this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\nBut, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\nThis is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\nIt's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\nLike a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n[Chorus 2x]\n\n[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\nThis track'll make me zone out!\nRun up in the party with the chrome out!\nClear Jerome out, no doubt!\nIce jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\nPikasoe baby!\nGotta get this money baby!\n50's and 100's baby!\nMy whole crew be sonnin' you\nWhat you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\nNiggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n[Forte']\n\nPut in the card baby, you gone\nToo many hard rappers live for cunan\nYou knew John was too on\nMe and DMX, whether change your suit on\nWalk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n[DMX]\n\nUnghh! Unghh!\nIf you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\nEAT WHEN I EAT!\nSLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\nFor real, SHIT IS DEEP!\nAnd what you don't know, will kill you!\nFrom X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n[Forte']\n\nI'm roundin' mine more\nAnd very few can nine hold\nThe kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\nDough to sit on!\nI'm down to shit on!\nWatch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n[DMX]\n\nUngh! Ungh! Ungh!\nI set the clock!\nClip the glock!\nHit the block!\nRip the rock!\nIn the sock!\nGet the knot!\nThis shit is hot!\nCan't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n[Chorus - 3x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Got This\n  artist: John Forte\n  album: 90s Underground Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n  ...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n  [Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n  {Forte'}\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n  {Forte}\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  Be the hottest!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  [Forte' - Verse One]\n\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\n  and heavy hitters,\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to Y.O.\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n  [Dmx]\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  [Chorus 2x]\n\n  [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Unghh! Unghh!\n  If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  I'm roundin' mine more\n  And very few can nine hold\n  The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  Dough to sit on!\n  I'm down to shit on!\n  Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  I set the clock!\n  Clip the glock!\n  Hit the block!\n  Rip the rock!\n  In the sock!\n  Get the knot!\n  This shit is hot!\n  Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n  [Chorus - 3x\n"},{"id":26171654,"name":"We Got This","trackName":"We Got This","artistName":"John Forte","albumName":"Power Of Rap '99","duration":224.574694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n[Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n{Forte'}\nYou wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n{Forte}\nForte'! (DMX!)\n\n{Forte'}\nBe the hottest!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nWe Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n{Forte'}\nWe Got This!\n\n{Forte' & DMX}\nStraight up! We locked it!\n\n[Forte' - Verse One]\n\nAssociated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\nand heavy hitters,\nThem younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\ncandle wax, brown Beamers to whip\nAnd jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\nThirty two shots to split ya!\nIt's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\nJohn could make ya richer!\nFuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\nI'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\nwhose trying to add on, when it's not addition\nYou need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\nRun up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\nAnd sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\nFrom Madina up to Y.O.\nEl Capitan John, micapo\nGet tore down, and that's the way it go down!\nThe east is like the wild west without the showdown!\nThem niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\nGet cut down! From the gut down!\nIntense heh? And leave you shut down!\nYou knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n[Dmx]\nUnghh! My nigga said it!\nNiggas'll get it! That's the rule!\nI'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\nCuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\nAnd all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\nI figure like this... It's just me against the world!\nCuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\nWhat you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\nFuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\nX'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\nYou vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\nAnd you lovin' it!\nIt's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\nAnd this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\nBut, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\nThis is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\nIt's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\nLike a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n[Chorus 2x]\n\n[20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\nThis track'll make me zone out!\nRun up in the party with the chrome out!\nClear Jerome out, no doubt!\nIce jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\nPikasoe baby!\nGotta get this money baby!\n50's and 100's baby!\nMy whole crew be sonnin' you\nWhat you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\nNiggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n[Forte']\n\nPut in the card baby, you gone\nToo many hard rappers live for cunan\nYou knew John was too on\nMe and DMX, whether change your suit on\nWalk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n[DMX]\n\nUnghh! Unghh!\nIf you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\nEAT WHEN I EAT!\nSLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\nFor real, SHIT IS DEEP!\nAnd what you don't know, will kill you!\nFrom X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n\n[Forte']\n\nI'm roundin' mine more\nAnd very few can nine hold\nThe kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\nDough to sit on!\nI'm down to shit on!\nWatch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n\n[DMX]\n\nUngh! Ungh! Ungh!\nI set the clock!\nClip the glock!\nHit the block!\nRip the rock!\nIn the sock!\nGet the knot!\nThis shit is hot!\nCan't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n[Chorus - 3x","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Got This\n  artist: John Forte\n  album: Power Of Rap '99\n  duration_ms: 224575\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  featuring 20 Grand DMX\n\n  ...(Forte & DMX Growling)...\n\n  [Chorus Forte' & DMX]\n\n  {Forte'}\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?) DMX in parentheses\n\n  {Forte}\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  Be the hottest!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n\n  {Forte'}\n  We Got This!\n\n  {Forte' & DMX}\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  [Forte' - Verse One]\n\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars\n  and heavy hitters,\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to Y.O.\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n\n  [Dmx]\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  [Chorus 2x]\n\n  [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse Two]\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n\n  [Forte']\n\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n\n  [DMX]\n\n  Unghh! 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We locked it!\n[00:18.95] Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters\n[00:22.72] Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n[00:25.57] Candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n[00:27.49] And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n[00:29.81] Thirty two shots to split ya!\n[00:31.44] It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n[00:33.52] John could make ya richer!\n[00:34.93] Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n[00:36.05] I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n[00:38.37] Whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n[00:40.40] You need to revamp! 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Unghh!\n  start_ms: 152890\n  end_ms: 154130\n- text: If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  start_ms: 154130\n  end_ms: 156170\n- text: EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  start_ms: 156170\n  end_ms: 157570\n- text: SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  start_ms: 157570\n  end_ms: 159010\n- text: For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  start_ms: 159010\n  end_ms: 160370\n- text: And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  start_ms: 160370\n  end_ms: 162210\n- text: From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n  start_ms: 162210\n  end_ms: 164130\n- text: I'm roundin' mine more\n  start_ms: 164130\n  end_ms: 165600\n- text: And very few can nine hold\n  start_ms: 165600\n  end_ms: 166970\n- text: The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  start_ms: 166970\n  end_ms: 169650\n- text: Dough to sit on!\n  start_ms: 169650\n  end_ms: 170770\n- text: I'm down to shit on!\n  start_ms: 170770\n  end_ms: 172010\n- text: Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n  start_ms: 172010\n  end_ms: 173650\n- text: Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  start_ms: 173650\n  end_ms: 174770\n- text: I set the clock!\n  start_ms: 174770\n  end_ms: 175610\n- text: Clip the glock!\n  start_ms: 175610\n  end_ms: 176680\n- text: Hit the block!\n  start_ms: 176680\n  end_ms: 177730\n- text: Rip the rock!\n  start_ms: 177730\n  end_ms: 178810\n- text: In the sock!\n  start_ms: 178810\n  end_ms: 179650\n- text: Get the knot!\n  start_ms: 179650\n  end_ms: 180460\n- text: This shit is hot!\n  start_ms: 180460\n  end_ms: 181650\n- text: Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n  start_ms: 181650\n  end_ms: 185130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 185130\n  end_ms: 185140\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 185140\n  end_ms: 187530\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 187530\n  end_ms: 188840\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 188840\n  end_ms: 189770\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 189770\n  end_ms: 191680\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 191680\n  end_ms: 193570\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 193570\n  end_ms: 194520\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 194520\n  end_ms: 195600\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 195600\n  end_ms: 197760\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 197760\n  end_ms: 199080\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 199080\n  end_ms: 200010\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 200010\n  end_ms: 201930\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 201930\n  end_ms: 203840\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 203840\n  end_ms: 204930\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 204930\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 208240\n- text: Forte'! (DMX!)\n  start_ms: 208240\n  end_ms: 209610\n- text: Be the hottest!\n  start_ms: 209610\n  end_ms: 210530\n- text: We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 210530\n  end_ms: 212410\n- text: We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  start_ms: 212410\n  end_ms: 214770\n- text: We Got This!\n  start_ms: 214770\n  end_ms: 216440\n- text: Straight up! We locked it!\n  start_ms: 216440\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 219300\nplain: |\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  Associated with the razor blade spinners like gym stars and heavy hitters\n  Them younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip\n  Candle wax, brown Beamers to whip\n  And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!\n  Thirty two shots to split ya!\n  It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!\n  John could make ya richer!\n  Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!\n  I'm known to sell heir, got game like a politician\n  Whose trying to add on, when it's not addition\n  You need to revamp! The hottest nigga out the Refugee Camp!\n  Run up on you B, and leave your seat damp!\n  And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low\n  From Madina up to YO\n  El Capitan John, micapo\n  Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!\n  The east is like the wild west without the showdown!\n  Them niggas be like, \"what now?!\"\n  Get cut down! From the gut down!\n  Intense heh? And leave you shut down!\n  You knocked out! Regardless, what round! WHAT NOW?!\n  Unghh! My nigga said it!\n  Niggas'll get it! That's the rule!\n  I'm 'bout to break money off - a - li'l somethin', pass the food!\n  Cuz when I'm drunk! I'm a different nigga!\n  And all you gonna see is a spark, ain't no whiffin' nigga!\n  I figure like this... It's just me against the world!\n  Cuz all my fuckin' life, it's been the world against Earl!\n  What you think I'm-a do... when my back's against the wall!?\n  Fuck it! get ROLLED! Roll 'til I fall!\n  X'll Kill 'em all! That's what they say to me now!\n  You vermon nigga! In a time where it's okay to be foul!\n  And you lovin' it!\n  It's got John Blaze! Just duckin' it!\n  And this track won't rest, unless X'll put the slug in it!\n  But, would it fit?! Nah, don't even think like that!\n  This is some shit that I could let go, and bring right back!\n  It's like crack, if you cook it, overlook it, so I shook it!\n  Like a pit, what you get, is what you wit' me so I took it!\n\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n\n  This track'll make me zone out!\n  Run up in the party with the chrome out!\n  Clear Jerome out, no doubt!\n  Ice jingling, sons mingling, drugs we bring it in!\n  Pikasoe baby!\n  Gotta get this money baby!\n  50's and 100's baby!\n  My whole crew be sonnin' you\n  What you gonna talk about wit' a gun in front of you?!\n  Niggas grimy wit' it, slimy wit' it!\n  Put in the card baby, you gone\n  Too many hard rappers live for cunan\n  You knew John was too on\n  Me and DMX, whether change your suit on\n  Walk dogs, word to god bound to live large and get charged, WHAT!?\n  Unghh! Unghh!\n  If you my dog, YOU CREEP WHEN I CREEP!\n  EAT WHEN I EAT!\n  SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP!\n  For real, SHIT IS DEEP!\n  And what you don't know, will kill you!\n  From X, to Forte' niggas will feel you!\n  I'm roundin' mine more\n  And very few can nine hold\n  The kick's too strong, y'all niggas do songs, we live on!\n  Dough to sit on!\n  I'm down to shit on!\n  Watch y'all talkin' mothafuckas keep walkin' watch the dogs barkin'!\n  Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!\n  I set the clock!\n  Clip the glock!\n  Hit the block!\n  Rip the rock!\n  In the sock!\n  Get the knot!\n  This shit is hot!\n  Can't deny it, you mothafuckas since you know how it go, don't try it!\n\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n  You wanna bust guns? (You wanna lock fists?)\n  Forte'! (DMX!)\n  Be the hottest!\n  We Got This! (You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This! (Nigga! You ain't hear?!)\n  We Got This!\n  Straight up! We locked it!\n"}]