[{"id":10666360,"name":"Player's Anthem","trackName":"Player's Anthem","artistName":"Junior M.A.F.I.A.","albumName":"The Best of JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A.","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Niggaz bitches\nUhh\nNiggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\nBitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\nGotcha, open off the words I say because\nThis type of shit it happens everyday\nCheck it out, uhh\nNow who smoke more blunts than a little bit?\n\nWhat are you a idiot?\nListen to the lyrics I spit like M1's\nGot mad guns up in the cabin\nCause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit\nI make it happen, you got your ass caught\nAll you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport\nOr the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya\nI blow up spots like little sisters\n\nG'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles\nLike Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers\nNiggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at\nThe little one, pullin over in the Land Rover\nPlayin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?\nStack the green, read all between the lines\nA nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find\n\nNiggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\nBitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\nGotcha, open off the words I say because\nThis type of shit it happens everyday\nNiggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\nBitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\nGotcha, open off the words I say because\nThis type of shit it happens everyday\n\n(How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals\nHeavy rollers even the sheisty individuals\nSmokin skunk and mad Phillies\nBeatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses\nIf robbery's a class, bet I pass it\nShit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards\nBig Poppa never softenin\nTake you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin\n\nLeave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears\nCovered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears\nVersace wear, Moschino on my bitches\nShe whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest\nJust the way players play, all day everyday\nI don't know what else to say\nI've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'\nSnatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know\n\nMy flow, detrimental to your health\nUsually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun\nMy mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10\nMy target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half\nCaviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths\nRunnin up in pretty bitches constantly\nThe Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?\n\nNiggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\nBitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\nGotcha, open off the words I say because\nThis type of shit it happens everyday\nNiggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\nBitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\nGotcha, open off the words I say because\nThis type of shit it happens everyday\n\nI used to pack Macs in Cadillacs\nNow I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs\nNines in the stores, glocks in the bags\nMaxin mini markets, gettin money with the Arabs\nNo question, confession, yes it's the lyrical\nBitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals\nProteins and minerals, excluse subliminals\nBig Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals\n\nI kick the rilli with my peeps all day\n325'S roll by with the windows down halfway\nD-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy\nIt's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie\nBitches love the way I bust a rhyme\nCause they all in line screamin one more time\nNiggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop\nBitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.49] Niggaz bitches\n[00:19.24] Uhh\n[00:21.60] Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\n[00:24.33] Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n[00:27.93] Gotcha, open off the words I say because\n[00:29.89] This type of shit it happens everyday\n[00:32.17] Check it out, uhh\n[00:32.86] Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?\n[00:34.69] What are you a idiot?\n[00:36.23] Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's\n[00:38.48] Got mad guns up in the cabin\n[00:40.77] Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit\n[00:43.36] I make it happen, you got your ass caught\n[00:46.03] All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport\n[00:48.66] Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya\n[00:52.04] I blow up spots like little sisters\n[00:53.51] G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles\n[00:56.86] Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful\n[00:59.57] Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers\n[01:02.52] Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at\n[01:05.58] The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover\n[01:07.66] Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean?\n[01:10.62] Stack the green, read all between the lines\n[01:13.24] A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find\n[01:16.12] Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\n[01:18.48] Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n[01:21.30] Gotcha, open off the words I say because\n[01:24.29] This type of shit it happens everyday\n[01:26.70] Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\n[01:29.13] Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n[01:32.24] Gotcha, open off the words I say because\n[01:35.28] This type of shit it happens everyday\n[01:37.56] (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals\n[01:40.34] Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals\n[01:43.50] Smokin skunk and mad Phillies\n[01:45.89] Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses\n[01:48.83] If robbery's a class, bet I pass it\n[01:51.48] Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards\n[01:54.16] Big Poppa never softenin\n[01:56.33] Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin\n[01:59.41] Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears\n[02:02.63] Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears\n[02:05.60] Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches\n[02:07.97] She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest\n[02:10.75] Just the way players play, all day everyday\n[02:14.34] I don't know what else to say\n[02:16.02] I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go'\n[02:19.36] Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know\n[02:22.30] My flow, detrimental to your health\n[02:23.99] Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun\n[02:26.97] My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10\n[02:29.79] My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin\n[02:32.45] Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half\n[02:35.08] Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths\n[02:37.62] Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly\n[02:39.96] The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?\n[02:42.96] Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\n[02:45.61] Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n[02:48.36] Gotcha, open off the words I say because\n[02:51.46] This type of shit it happens everyday\n[02:53.63] Niggaz Grab your dick if you love hip-hop\n[02:56.59] Bitches Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n[02:59.44] Gotcha, open off the words I say because\n[03:02.50] This type of shit it happens everyday\n[03:04.72] I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs\n[03:07.34] Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs\n[03:10.39] Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags\n[03:13.05] Maxin mini markets, gettin money with the Arabs\n[03:15.93] No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical\n[03:18.64] Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals\n[03:21.18] Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals\n[03:24.06] Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals\n[03:26.76] I kick the rilli with my peeps all day\n[03:29.37] 325'S roll by with the windows down halfway\n[03:32.32] D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy\n[03:35.31] It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie\n[03:37.71] Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme\n[03:40.24] Cause they all in line screamin one more time\n[03:43.37] Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop\n[03:46.02] Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up\n[05:05.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Player's Anthem\n artist: Junior M.A.F.I.A.\n album: The Best of JUNIOR M.A.F.I.A.\n duration_ms: 309000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Niggaz bitches\n start_ms: 12490\n end_ms: 19240\n- text: Uhh\n start_ms: 19240\n end_ms: 21600\n- 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end_ms: 217490\n- text: Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)\n start_ms: 217490\n end_ms: 219700\n- text: '''Cause they all in line screamin'' one more time'\n start_ms: 219700\n end_ms: 222450\n- text: Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n start_ms: 222450\n end_ms: 225420\n- text: Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)\n start_ms: 225420\nplain: |-\n Niggas (uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A) uh\n Bitches (uh), ha (uh), uh (blast that shit, son)\n (Niggas) grab your dick if you love hip hop\n (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n Gotcha open off the words I say because\n (This type of shit, it happens every day) Check it out, uh\n Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?\n What are you a idiot?\n Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's\n Got mad guns up in the cabin\n 'Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin' and dabbin' shit\n I make it happen, you got your ass caught\n All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport\n Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya\n I blow up spots like little sisters\n G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles\n Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful\n Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers\n Niggas grab your gats, bitches take a glance at\n The little one, pullin' over in the Land Rover\n Playin' Big Willie style with a chauffeur, you know what I mean?\n Stack the green, read all between the lines (uh)\n A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find\n (Niggas) grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n Gotcha open off the words I say because\n (This type of shit, it happens every day) uh\n (Niggas) grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n Gotcha open off the words I say because\n (This type of shit, it happens every day) uh\n (How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals\n Heavy rollers, even the sheisty individuals\n Smokin' skunk and mad Phillies\n Beatin' down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses (uh-huh)\n If robbery's a class, bet I pass it\n Shit get drastic, I'm buryin' you bastards\n Big Poppa never softenin'\n Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin'\n Leave the fucker coughin' up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears\n Covered the wife, Kleenex for the kid's tears\n Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches\n She whippin' my ride, countin' my one's, thinkin' I'm richest\n Just the way players play, all day, every day\n I don't know what else to say\n I've been robbin' niggas since Run and them was singin' \"Here We Go\"\n Snatchin' ropes at the Roxie, homeboy, you didn't know my flow\n Detrimental to your health\n Usually roll for self, I have son ridin' shotgun\n My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10\n My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'\n Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggas know the half\n Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths\n Runnin' up in pretty bitches constantly\n The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be?\n (Niggas) grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n Gotcha open off the words I say because\n (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n (Niggas) grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n (Bitches) rub your titties if you love Big Poppa\n Gotcha open off the words I say because\n (This type of shit, it happens every day)\n I used to pack MACs in Cadillacs\n Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggas backs (what?)\n Nines in the stores, Glocks in the bags\n Maxin' mini-markets, gettin' money with the Arabs (what?)\n No question, confession, yes, it's the lyrical\n Bitches squeeze your tits, niggas grab your genitals (uh)\n Proteins and minerals, exclude subluminals\n Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals (uh)\n I kick the reali' with my peeps all day (ha)\n 325's roll by with the windows down halfway\n D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy\n It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin' nigga Biggie (what?)\n Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme (ha-ha)\n 'Cause they all in line screamin' one more time\n Niggas, grab your dicks if you love hip hop\n Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up (uh)\n"}]