[{"id":19488422,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J: All World 2","duration":305.031837,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: 'LL Cool J: All World 2'\n  duration_ms: 305032\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":18110826,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"LL Cool J - Hey Lover (Single)","duration":306.319813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nrazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nto lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] to lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (Remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: LL Cool J - Hey Lover (Single)\n  duration_ms: 306320\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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(wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":7693249,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hey Lover","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] To lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Hey Lover\n  duration_ms: 305000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? 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(wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] To lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? 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These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192110\n- text: Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  start_ms: 192110\n  end_ms: 195860\n- text: Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  start_ms: 195860\n  end_ms: 198550\n- text: Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n  start_ms: 198550\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: 'Verse Four: Foxxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 203050\n- text: To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  start_ms: 203050\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 209420\n- text: Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  start_ms: 209420\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 214800\n- text: Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  start_ms: 214800\n  end_ms: 217500\n- text: Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  start_ms: 217500\n  end_ms: 219410\n- text: Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  start_ms: 219410\n  end_ms: 223020\n- text: Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  start_ms: 223020\n  end_ms: 225730\n- text: I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  start_ms: 225730\n  end_ms: 229390\n- text: Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  start_ms: 229390\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 234870\n- text: Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  start_ms: 234870\n  end_ms: 237550\n- text: To lay low, I play slow\n  start_ms: 237550\n  end_ms: 239300\n- text: Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  start_ms: 239300\n  end_ms: 242930\n- text: It all real nigga what tha deal\n  start_ms: 242930\n  end_ms: 244740\n- text: I shot ya!\n  start_ms: 244740\n  end_ms: 245660\n- text: 'Verse Five: LL Cool J'\n  start_ms: 245660\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 248480\n- text: Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  start_ms: 248480\n  end_ms: 250200\n- text: But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  start_ms: 250200\n  end_ms: 253090\n- text: I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  start_ms: 253090\n  end_ms: 255860\n- text: Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  start_ms: 255860\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 262290\n- text: Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  start_ms: 262290\n  end_ms: 264990\n- text: Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  start_ms: 264990\n  end_ms: 266730\n- text: Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  start_ms: 266730\n  end_ms: 269400\n- text: I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  start_ms: 269400\n  end_ms: 272160\n- text: Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  start_ms: 272160\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278570\n- text: That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  start_ms: 278570\n  end_ms: 280490\n- text: Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  start_ms: 280490\n  end_ms: 283140\n- text: New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  start_ms: 283140\n  end_ms: 286700\n- text: But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  start_ms: 286700\n  end_ms: 289410\n- text: That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  start_ms: 289410\n  end_ms: 292390\n- text: Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  start_ms: 292390\n  end_ms: 295010\n- text: Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  start_ms: 295010\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 299500\n- text: I SHOT YA!\n  start_ms: 299500\n  end_ms: 302240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302240\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":4805158,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Kool DJ Red Alert Presents...","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Kool DJ Red Alert Presents...\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! 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I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":30452139,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hey Lover","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] To lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Hey Lover\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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so maybe you can three\n  start_ms: 137660\n  end_ms: 140380\n- text: Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  start_ms: 140380\n  end_ms: 143970\n- text: My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  start_ms: 143970\n  end_ms: 145720\n- text: How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  start_ms: 145720\n  end_ms: 148420\n- text: Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  start_ms: 148420\n  end_ms: 151170\n- text: I shot ya faggot ass\n  start_ms: 151170\n  end_ms: 152060\n- text: 'Verse Three: Fat Joe'\n  start_ms: 152060\n  end_ms: 152940\n- text: Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  start_ms: 152940\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 156610\n- text: Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  start_ms: 156610\n  end_ms: 159460\n- text: Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  start_ms: 159460\n  end_ms: 163080\n- text: I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  start_ms: 163080\n  end_ms: 165760\n- text: These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  start_ms: 165760\n  end_ms: 167550\n- text: Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  start_ms: 167550\n  end_ms: 170230\n- text: Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  start_ms: 170230\n  end_ms: 173040\n- text: Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  start_ms: 173040\n  end_ms: 175700\n- text: While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  start_ms: 175700\n  end_ms: 179480\n- text: Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  start_ms: 179480\n  end_ms: 182140\n- text: Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  start_ms: 182140\n  end_ms: 184890\n- text: Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  start_ms: 184890\n  end_ms: 187630\n- text: Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  start_ms: 187630\n  end_ms: 190380\n- text: These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  start_ms: 190380\n  end_ms: 192110\n- text: Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  start_ms: 192110\n  end_ms: 195860\n- text: Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  start_ms: 195860\n  end_ms: 198550\n- text: Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n  start_ms: 198550\n  end_ms: 200360\n- text: 'Verse Four: Foxxy Brown'\n  start_ms: 200360\n  end_ms: 201220\n- text: Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  start_ms: 201220\n  end_ms: 203050\n- text: To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  start_ms: 203050\n  end_ms: 206730\n- text: Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  start_ms: 206730\n  end_ms: 209420\n- text: Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  start_ms: 209420\n  end_ms: 212140\n- text: Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  start_ms: 212140\n  end_ms: 214800\n- text: Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  start_ms: 214800\n  end_ms: 217500\n- text: Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  start_ms: 217500\n  end_ms: 219410\n- text: Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  start_ms: 219410\n  end_ms: 223020\n- text: Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  start_ms: 223020\n  end_ms: 225730\n- text: I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  start_ms: 225730\n  end_ms: 229390\n- text: Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  start_ms: 229390\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 234870\n- text: Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  start_ms: 234870\n  end_ms: 237550\n- text: To lay low, I play slow\n  start_ms: 237550\n  end_ms: 239300\n- text: Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  start_ms: 239300\n  end_ms: 242930\n- text: It all real nigga what tha deal\n  start_ms: 242930\n  end_ms: 244740\n- text: I shot ya!\n  start_ms: 244740\n  end_ms: 245660\n- text: 'Verse Five: LL Cool J'\n  start_ms: 245660\n  end_ms: 246590\n- text: What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 248480\n- text: Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  start_ms: 248480\n  end_ms: 250200\n- text: But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  start_ms: 250200\n  end_ms: 253090\n- text: I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  start_ms: 253090\n  end_ms: 255860\n- text: Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  start_ms: 255860\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 262290\n- text: Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  start_ms: 262290\n  end_ms: 264990\n- text: Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  start_ms: 264990\n  end_ms: 266730\n- text: Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  start_ms: 266730\n  end_ms: 269400\n- text: I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  start_ms: 269400\n  end_ms: 272160\n- text: Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  start_ms: 272160\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278570\n- text: That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  start_ms: 278570\n  end_ms: 280490\n- text: Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  start_ms: 280490\n  end_ms: 283140\n- text: New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  start_ms: 283140\n  end_ms: 286700\n- text: But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  start_ms: 286700\n  end_ms: 289410\n- text: That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  start_ms: 289410\n  end_ms: 292390\n- text: Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  start_ms: 292390\n  end_ms: 295010\n- text: Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  start_ms: 295010\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 299500\n- text: I SHOT YA!\n  start_ms: 299500\n  end_ms: 302240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302240\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":18179451,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"All World 2 (Greatest Hits)","duration":304.973333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nrazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nto lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] to lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (Remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: All World 2 (Greatest Hits)\n  duration_ms: 304973\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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(wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":19048007,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"All World 2","duration":302.336,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: All World 2\n  duration_ms: 302336\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":18680187,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hey Lover (Single)","duration":306.34435,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nrazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nto lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] to lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (Remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Hey Lover (Single)\n  duration_ms: 306344\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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(wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":16319450,"name":"I Shot Ya - Remix","trackName":"I Shot Ya - Remix","artistName":"LL COOL J","albumName":"Mr. Smith (Deluxe Edition)","duration":304.9810432,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nrazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nto lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] to lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya - Remix\n  artist: LL COOL J\n  album: Mr. Smith (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 304981\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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I thought I conquered the whole world\n  start_ms: 246590\n  end_ms: 248480\n- text: Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  start_ms: 248480\n  end_ms: 250200\n- text: But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  start_ms: 250200\n  end_ms: 253090\n- text: I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  start_ms: 253090\n  end_ms: 255860\n- text: Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  start_ms: 255860\n  end_ms: 258540\n- text: Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  start_ms: 258540\n  end_ms: 262290\n- text: Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  start_ms: 262290\n  end_ms: 264990\n- text: Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  start_ms: 264990\n  end_ms: 266730\n- text: Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  start_ms: 266730\n  end_ms: 269400\n- text: I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  start_ms: 269400\n  end_ms: 272160\n- text: Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  start_ms: 272160\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 278570\n- text: That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  start_ms: 278570\n  end_ms: 280490\n- text: Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  start_ms: 280490\n  end_ms: 283140\n- text: New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  start_ms: 283140\n  end_ms: 286700\n- text: But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  start_ms: 286700\n  end_ms: 289410\n- text: That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  start_ms: 289410\n  end_ms: 292390\n- text: Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  start_ms: 292390\n  end_ms: 295010\n- text: Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  start_ms: 295010\n  end_ms: 297720\n- text: LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  start_ms: 297720\n  end_ms: 299500\n- text: I SHOT YA!\n  start_ms: 299500\n  end_ms: 302240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 302240\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":22649772,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Mr. Smith (Japan Edition)","duration":304.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Mr. Smith (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 304400\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":21828732,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"All World 2","duration":240.114825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: All World 2\n  duration_ms: 240115\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One: Keith Murray\n\n  Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":9395534,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Mr. Smith","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I shot ya!\nI'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor\nYa fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha\nI drop ya down in boilin' acid\nYa melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic\nViolations, room vibrations, son\nCock the hammer let the uncle give 'em one\nDone take a flick of a wicked lunatic\nPuttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks\nWhat you don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'\nNow watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'\nUh, what's my function? Lyrical injection\nBlazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection\nI take advantage\nYa fear me, I'm doin' damage\nYa hear me\nThe whole scenario is dreary\nMc's is gettin' wet up in the game\nI meet you up in Memphis, just call my name\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!\nI got ya strap to the stagin'\nTrapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a cajun\nYa mob's locked down underneath the surface\nYa gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose\nLaced up, mind charmer, mad drama\nWhat goes around comes around, not around farmers\nSilence, sh, very deadly\nCome and battle, let me add you to my medley\nPossessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp\nGo get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?\nBaby boys reminiscin' old school shit\nYoung fools get dicked, LL rules the shit\nWith a platinum fist, the relentless abyss\nI take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss\nMassacre, muah, blowin' up the tour bus passengers\nChuckin' the color outta cartoon character\nYa get serious\nReal niggas recognize what my theory is\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!\nUh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leery\nYa clique thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me\nOh really, now tell me how long have you been whinin'\nSixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'\nI love your joint 'rock the bells', it was mad hot\nYa record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot\nMy girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I need love'\nYour backseat count set was mad butter, son\nI loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be\nYou bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies\nAnd you had me screamin' 'mama said knock ya out'\nYa jinglin', baby, no doubt\nUh, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me\nAin't a MC alive who fought with me\nY'nah mean? Man, rock it\nEasy does it\nI gotta pluck it like buzzards\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to (uh)\nYa want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\nPlus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\nI shot ya!","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.13] I shot ya!\n[00:26.01] I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor\n[00:27.86] Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha\n[00:30.96] I drop ya down in boilin' acid\n[00:33.33] Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic\n[00:36.40] Violations, room vibrations, son\n[00:39.16] Cock the hammer let the uncle give 'em one\n[00:41.60] Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic\n[00:44.16] Puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks\n[00:47.08] What you don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'\n[00:50.02] Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'\n[00:52.76] Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection\n[00:55.33] Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection\n[00:58.42] I take advantage\n[00:59.61] Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage\n[01:01.04] Ya hear me\n[01:01.91] The whole scenario is dreary\n[01:03.67] Mc's is gettin' wet up in the game\n[01:06.24] I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name\n[01:08.79] I shot ya!\n[01:09.96] Ya want to (uh)\n[01:10.76] Ya want to (uh)\n[01:11.72] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[01:13.09] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[01:14.86] I shot ya!\n[01:15.51] Ya want to (uh)\n[01:16.31] Ya want to (uh)\n[01:17.33] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[01:18.35] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[01:19.88] I shot ya!\n[01:20.76] I got ya strap to the stagin'\n[01:22.91] Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a cajun\n[01:25.55] Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface\n[01:28.32] Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose\n[01:31.25] Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama\n[01:33.89] What goes around comes around, not around farmers\n[01:36.42] Silence, sh, very deadly\n[01:39.57] Come and battle, let me add you to my medley\n[01:42.11] Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp\n[01:44.62] Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?\n[01:47.42] Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit\n[01:49.73] Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit\n[01:52.82] With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss\n[01:55.68] I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss\n[01:58.53] Massacre, muah, blowin' up the tour bus passengers\n[02:02.17] Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character\n[02:04.14] Ya get serious\n[02:06.64] Real niggas recognize what my theory is\n[02:09.26] I shot ya!\n[02:10.40] Ya want to (uh)\n[02:11.71] Ya want to (uh)\n[02:12.21] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[02:13.54] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[02:14.80] I shot ya!\n[02:15.74] Ya want to (uh)\n[02:16.63] Ya want to (uh)\n[02:17.52] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[02:18.89] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[02:20.17] I shot ya!\n[02:32.39] Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leery\n[02:34.20] Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me\n[02:37.06] Oh really, now tell me how long have you been whinin'\n[02:39.53] Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'\n[02:42.55] I love your joint 'rock the bells', it was mad hot\n[02:44.97] Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot\n[02:47.85] My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I need love'\n[02:50.93] Your backseat count set was mad butter, son\n[02:53.63] I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be\n[02:56.03] You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies\n[02:58.93] And you had me screamin' 'mama said knock ya out'\n[03:01.43] Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt\n[03:04.12] Uh, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me\n[03:08.23] Ain't a MC alive who fought with me\n[03:10.88] Y'nah mean? Man, rock it\n[03:12.88] Easy does it\n[03:13.81] I gotta pluck it like buzzards\n[03:15.19] I shot ya!\n[03:16.17] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:17.32] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:17.79] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[03:19.49] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[03:20.81] I shot ya!\n[03:21.83] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:22.68] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:23.66] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[03:25.13] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[03:27.38] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:28.11] Ya want to (uh)\n[03:28.75] Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)\n[03:30.28] Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)\n[03:31.91] I shot ya!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Mr. Smith\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I shot ya!\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 26010\n- text: I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor\n  start_ms: 26010\n  end_ms: 27860\n- text: Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha\n  start_ms: 27860\n  end_ms: 30960\n- text: I drop ya down in boilin' acid\n  start_ms: 30960\n  end_ms: 33330\n- text: Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic\n  start_ms: 33330\n  end_ms: 36400\n- text: Violations, room vibrations, son\n  start_ms: 36400\n  end_ms: 39160\n- text: Cock the hammer let the uncle give 'em one\n  start_ms: 39160\n  end_ms: 41600\n- text: Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic\n  start_ms: 41600\n  end_ms: 44160\n- text: Puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks\n  start_ms: 44160\n  end_ms: 47080\n- text: What you don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'\n  start_ms: 47080\n  end_ms: 50020\n- text: Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'\n  start_ms: 50020\n  end_ms: 52760\n- text: Uh, what's my function? 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I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] To lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Hey Lover [EU]  (single)\n  duration_ms: 306000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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(wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":34391382,"name":"I Shot Ya (remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"Hey Lover [AU]  (single)","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One: Keith Murray\n\nHaaah! (wooooooo!)\nYeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\nYou wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\nUhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nYo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\nMy style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman I shift with tha ruck\nIf ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\nNo need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\nI'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\nCause youse a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\nTha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggaz comin through and actin wild\nY'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\nI SHOT YA!\n\nVerse Two: Prodigy\n\nYo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\nBut I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we sayin on the records real\nYeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\nYou get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\nSome ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\nBut you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\nI shot ya faggot ass\n\nVerse Three: Fat Joe\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulance, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nNow that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\nBullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\nJoey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\nVerse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\nThug niggaz give they minks to chinks\nTo' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\nFrontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\nDoin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\nUh, Italiano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\nTo lay low, I play slow\nRoll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga what tha deal\nI shot ya!\n\nVerse Five: LL Cool J\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggaz want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presedential Rolex to be debate\nNiggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shittin from on top of the game\nI SHOT YA!","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.19] Verse One: Keith Murray\n[00:03.06] Haaah! (wooooooo!)\n[00:04.82] Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n[00:08.43] Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:13.05] Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n[00:17.60] You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n[00:22.21] Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n[00:24.04] Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.70] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n[00:30.44] My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n[00:33.12] Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:35.98] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.61] And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.33] Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n[00:44.02] If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n[00:46.83] No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n[00:49.51] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n[00:52.24] I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n[00:55.88] Cause youse a freak by nature\n[00:57.60] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.48] Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n[01:03.18] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n[01:05.85] As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n[01:09.44] Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n[01:12.29] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.04] For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n[01:17.61] Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n[01:19.49] Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n[01:22.25] Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:24.92] I SHOT YA!\n[01:25.82] Verse Two: Prodigy\n[01:26.74] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:28.58] Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n[01:31.24] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.08] Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n[01:36.74] But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n[01:40.34] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n[01:42.19] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.89] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:47.65] While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n[01:50.44] Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n[01:53.11] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n[01:55.83] You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.56] Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n[02:01.25] But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n[02:03.95] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.70] My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.46] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.11] Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n[02:14.99] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:17.66] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.38] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n[02:23.97] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:25.72] How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:28.42] Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.17] I shot ya faggot ass\n[02:32.06] Verse Three: Fat Joe\n[02:32.94] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n[02:33.87] Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n[02:36.61] Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.46] Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.08] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:45.76] These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n[02:47.55] Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.23] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.04] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:55.70] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.48] Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n[03:02.14] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.89] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.63] Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.38] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.11] Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n[03:15.86] Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n[03:18.55] Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n[03:20.36] Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n[03:21.22] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.05] To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n[03:26.73] Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n[03:29.42] Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n[03:32.14] Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n[03:34.80] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:37.50] Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.41] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n[03:43.02] Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n[03:45.73] I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n[03:49.39] Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n[03:51.18] I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.87] Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:57.55] To lay low, I play slow\n[03:59.30] Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n[04:02.93] It all real nigga what tha deal\n[04:04.74] I shot ya!\n[04:05.66] Verse Five: LL Cool J\n[04:06.59] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n[04:08.48] Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n[04:10.20] But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n[04:13.09] I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n[04:15.86] Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n[04:22.29] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n[04:24.99] Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n[04:26.73] Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n[04:29.40] I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n[04:32.16] Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n[04:35.89] MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n[04:38.57] That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n[04:40.49] Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n[04:43.14] New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n[04:46.70] But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n[04:49.41] That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n[04:52.39] Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n[04:55.01] Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n[04:57.72] LL, shittin from on top of the game\n[04:59.50] I SHOT YA!\n[05:02.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J\n  album: Hey Lover [AU]  (single)\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Verse One: Keith Murray'\n  start_ms: 2190\n  end_ms: 3060\n- text: Haaah! 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(wooooooo!)\n  Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith\n  You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)\n  Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit\n  My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman I shift with tha ruck\n  If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [Word up!]\n  No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]\n  I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya\n  Cause youse a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]\n  Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggaz comin through and actin wild\n  Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile\n  I SHOT YA!\n\n  Verse Two: Prodigy\n\n  Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me\n  But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we sayin on the records real\n  Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read\n  You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed\n  Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----\n  But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D\n  I shot ya faggot ass\n\n  Verse Three: Fat Joe\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego\n  Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulance, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian\n  Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]\n  Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser\n\n  Verse Four: Foxxy Brown\n\n  Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks\n  To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]\n  Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin\n  Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested\n  Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n  To lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga what tha deal\n  I shot ya!\n\n  Verse Five: LL Cool J\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggaz want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presedential Rolex to be debate\n  Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin from on top of the game\n  I SHOT YA!\n"},{"id":39993184,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J","albumName":"All World","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha! (Whoo!)\nYeah (ah, ah, ah)\nL.O.D., Keith Murray, Def Squad (Def Squad)\nMr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith\nYou want a hit? (Uh)\nGive me a hour, plus a pen and a pad, yo\n\nI'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit\nMy style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (drip)\nFuck all that sensuous shit (drip)\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman, I shift with the ruck\nIf your \"if\" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (word up)\n\nNo need to ask who is he, son, I get busy\nScuffed my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities\n(Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate ya (yeah)\nI love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight with no chaser (word up)\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-MAC to your back (uh-huh)\nAs soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (blaow)\n\nThe L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (word up)\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor the jealous, overzealous, we fellas\nBlow the spot like Branford Marsalis (bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom)\nNiggas comin' through and actin' wild (word)\nY'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile, I shot ya\n\nI conversate with many men (what), it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me, friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul, and my body\nSecret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me (nah, nah)\nBut I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n\nWhile you wondered what we sayin' on the records real (what?)\nYeah, you motherfuckin' right, kid, you know the deal\nMy Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read\nYou get back-slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed\nSome (ah) kids feelin' guilty 'bout the-\nThe truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it (alright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\nEverythin' is real, not just a song that we sing (word up)\nFrom my life to the paper (what), very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine, baby)\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea (shine, shine, yeah)\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me (what?)\nWithout acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D? I shot your faggot ass\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talkin' to? I pay dues, I spray crews\nLook, I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like, \"He's bad news\"\nRunnin' this racket, from New York to Montego\nSlaughterin' people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch-ass niggas know we stronger than these weaklings\nSeekin' for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulette, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spat out at any adult that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nMad at the fact that somebody's gettin' lucci that's not Caucasian\nBullets be blazin' through these streets filled with torture\nJoey Crack A.K.A Keyser Söze (what the deal, pop? Uh)\n\nThug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down\nWe sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things (on the real)\nFrontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'\nDoin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface kid (uh)\nBitches grab ya tetas, get them niggas for they cheddar\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers (uh)\nFlossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox, four carats, the ice rocks\nPussy bangin' like Versace locs, pops (so what the deal?)\n\nWanna creep? Open like raw asscheeks, I'm sexin'\nRaw-dog without protection, disease infested, uh\nItaliano got the Lucciano\nI gets down, fuckin' with Brown, Fox, extra keys to the drop\n\nBoo, I'm jinglin', baby (uh, yeah, yeah)\nI got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow\nRoll with The Firm, mafioso crime kingpin\nIt all real, nigga, what the deal? I shot ya\n\nWhat the fuck? I thought I conquered the world\nCrushed Moe Dee (uh), Hammer and Ice-T's curl\nBut still, niggas want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick\nName the spot, I'll make it hot for you bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck, boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for 20 years\n\nNiggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my Presidential Rolex to be the bait\nNiggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets fucked\nMCs that fuck with LL, they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that \"I Shot Ya\" deal?\nLight shit, niggas slip, now, how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A., they gangbang\nBut if you touch a mic, your motherfuckin' ass hang\n\nThat's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack\n'Cause if they do (uh), they ass is always runnin' back (yeah)\nNot this time, but next time, I'ma name names\nLL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot ya (I shot ya)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.49] Ha! 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(Uh)\n[00:22.03] Give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad, yo\n[00:24.73] I'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents\n[00:27.68] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit\n[00:30.45] My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (drip)\n[00:34.05] Fuck all that sensuous shit (drip)\n[00:35.97] I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.82] And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.51] Like Redman, I shift with the ruck\n[00:43.81] If your \"if\" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (word up)\n[00:47.14] No need to ask who is he, son, I get busy\n[00:49.26] Scuffed my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities\n[00:52.12] (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate ya (yeah)\n[00:55.12] I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature\n[00:58.13] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.71] Drink your style down straight with no chaser (word up)\n[01:03.77] My verbal combat's like a mini-MAC to your back (uh-huh)\n[01:06.33] As soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (blaow)\n[01:09.13] The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (word up)\n[01:12.33] Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.18] For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas\n[01:17.86] Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis (bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom)\n[01:20.19] Niggas comin' through and actin' wild (word)\n[01:22.54] Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile, I shot ya\n[01:26.19] I conversate with many men (what), it's time to begin again\n[01:28.97] Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me, friend?\n[01:31.88] Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.18] Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me (nah, nah)\n[01:37.00] But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me\n[01:40.63] Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D\n[01:43.07] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.66] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:48.16] While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real (what?)\n[01:50.91] Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, kid, you know the deal\n[01:53.44] My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read\n[01:56.12] You get back-slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed\n[01:58.97] Some (ah) kids feelin' guilty 'bout the-\n[02:01.71] The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it (alright)\n[02:04.35] But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.88] My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.53] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n[02:12.99] Everythin' is real, not just a song that we sing (word up)\n[02:14.95] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n[02:18.06] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.41] Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine, baby)\n[02:23.58] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea (shine, shine, yeah)\n[02:26.17] How dare you ever in your life walk past me (what?)\n[02:29.09] Without acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D? 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I pay dues, I spray crews\n[02:34.20] Look, I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like, \"He's bad news\"\n[02:37.13] Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego\n[02:39.80] Slaughterin' people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico\n[02:42.96] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:46.12] These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger than these weaklings\n[02:48.83] Seekin' for respect that ain't there\n[02:50.75] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.50] Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:56.41] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.84] Call the ambulette, this man's wet\n[03:02.00] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:04.94] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.52] Ready to spat out at any adult that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.77] These feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.81] Mad at the fact that somebody's gettin' lucci that's not Caucasian\n[03:15.83] Bullets be blazin' through these streets filled with torture\n[03:18.72] Joey Crack A.K.A Keyser Söze (what the deal, pop? 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(Uh)\n  Give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad, yo\n\n  I'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit\n  My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (drip)\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit (drip)\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman, I shift with the ruck\n  If your \"if\" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (word up)\n\n  No need to ask who is he, son, I get busy\n  Scuffed my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities\n  (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate ya (yeah)\n  I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight with no chaser (word up)\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-MAC to your back (uh-huh)\n  As soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (blaow)\n\n  The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (word up)\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas\n  Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis (bom-bom-bom, bom-bom-bom)\n  Niggas comin' through and actin' wild (word)\n  Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile, I shot ya\n\n  I conversate with many men (what), it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me, friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n  Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me (nah, nah)\n  But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n\n  While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real (what?)\n  Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, kid, you know the deal\n  My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read\n  You get back-slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed\n  Some (ah) kids feelin' guilty 'bout the-\n  The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it (alright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)\n  Everythin' is real, not just a song that we sing (word up)\n  From my life to the paper (what), very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E (shine, baby)\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea (shine, shine, yeah)\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me (what?)\n  Without acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D? 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Uh)\n\n  Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down\n  We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things (on the real)\n  Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'\n  Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface kid (uh)\n  Bitches grab ya tetas, get them niggas for they cheddar\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers (uh)\n  Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox, four carats, the ice rocks\n  Pussy bangin' like Versace locs, pops (so what the deal?)\n\n  Wanna creep? Open like raw asscheeks, I'm sexin'\n  Raw-dog without protection, disease infested, uh\n  Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down, fuckin' with Brown, Fox, extra keys to the drop\n\n  Boo, I'm jinglin', baby (uh, yeah, yeah)\n  I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with The Firm, mafioso crime kingpin\n  It all real, nigga, what the deal? I shot ya\n\n  What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world\n  Crushed Moe Dee (uh), Hammer and Ice-T's curl\n  But still, niggas want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I'll make it hot for you bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck, boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for 20 years\n\n  Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my Presidential Rolex to be the bait\n  Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets fucked\n  MCs that fuck with LL, they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that \"I Shot Ya\" deal?\n  Light shit, niggas slip, now, how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A., they gangbang\n  But if you touch a mic, your motherfuckin' ass hang\n\n  That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack\n  'Cause if they do (uh), they ass is always runnin' back (yeah)\n  Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names\n  LL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot ya (I shot ya)\n"},{"id":18145337,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","trackName":"I Shot Ya (Remix)","artistName":"LL Cool J & Keith Murray","albumName":"Mr. Smith","duration":304.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ha!\nYeah, L.O.D\nKeith Murray, Def Squad\nMister, mister, mister, Mister Smith\nYou want a hit?\nGive me a hour plus a pen and a pad\n\nI'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\nAnd let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit\nMy style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip\nFuck all that sensuous shit\nI represent intellectual violence\nAnd leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\nLike Redman, I shift with the ruck\nIf your if was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (Word up)\nNo need to ask you who is he, son I get busy\nScuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities\n(Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you\nI love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature\nCan't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\nDrink your style down straight with no chaser\nMy verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\nAs soon as one of you niggas try to over react\nThe L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp\nBreak your concentration, murder your camp\nFor the jealous, overzealous, we fellas\nBlow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\nNiggas coming through and acting wild\nY'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile, I shot ya\n\nI conversate with many men, it's time to begin again\nForgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?\nIlluminati want my mind, soul and my body\nSecret society, trying to keep they eye on me\nBut I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me\nMake my moves strategically, the G.O.D\nIt's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\nI use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\nWhile you wondered what we saying on the records real\nYeah, you mothafuckin' right kid you know the deal\nMy Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read\nYou get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed\nSome def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit\nThe truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)\nBut anyway, back on the real side of things\nMy niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\nNot only is it inside the songs that we sing\nEverything is real not just a song that we sing\nFrom my life to the paper, very accurately\nGive you all of my two so maybe you can three\nProdigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E\nMy shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\nHow dare you ever in your life walk past me\nWithout acknowledging this man as G-O-D\nI shot you faggot ass\n\nNow who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews\nLook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\nRunnin this racket, from New York toMontego\nSlaughtering people, bring a ton of keys fromPuerto Rico\nI'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\nThese bitch-ass niggas know we stronger\nThan these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain't there\nKnuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\nTommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\nWhile fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\nCall the ambulette, this man's wet\nBullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\nRazor, which I keep hidden in my oral\nReady to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel\nThese feds want me for some tax evasion\nMad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian\nBullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture\nJoey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Söze\n\nThug niggas give they minks to chinks to down\nWe sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things\nFrontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'\nDoin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they chedda'\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' likeVersace locs pops\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested\nItaliano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo, I'm Jingling Baby\nI got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow\nRoll with The Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga, what the deal?\nI shot ya\n\nWhat the fuck, I thought I conquered the whole world?\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggas want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for you bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presidential Rolex to be the bait\nNiggas fight, Glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shitting from on top of the game\nI shot ya","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I Shot Ya (Remix)\n  artist: LL Cool J & Keith Murray\n  album: Mr. Smith\n  duration_ms: 304000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ha!\n  Yeah, L.O.D\n  Keith Murray, Def Squad\n  Mister, mister, mister, Mister Smith\n  You want a hit?\n  Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad\n\n  I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n  And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit\n  My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip\n  Fuck all that sensuous shit\n  I represent intellectual violence\n  And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\n  Like Redman, I shift with the ruck\n  If your if was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (Word up)\n  No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy\n  Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities\n  (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you\n  I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature\n  Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n  Drink your style down straight with no chaser\n  My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back\n  As soon as one of you niggas try to over react\n  The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp\n  Break your concentration, murder your camp\n  For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas\n  Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis\n  Niggas coming through and acting wild\n  Y'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile, I shot ya\n\n  I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again\n  Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?\n  Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body\n  Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me\n  But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me\n  Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D\n  It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n  I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n  While you wondered what we saying on the records real\n  Yeah, you mothafuckin' right kid you know the deal\n  My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read\n  You get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed\n  Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit\n  The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)\n  But anyway, back on the real side of things\n  My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n  Not only is it inside the songs that we sing\n  Everything is real not just a song that we sing\n  From my life to the paper, very accurately\n  Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n  Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E\n  My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n  How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n  Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D\n  I shot you faggot ass\n\n  Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews\n  Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news\n  Runnin this racket, from New York toMontego\n  Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys fromPuerto Rico\n  I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n  These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger\n  Than these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain't there\n  Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n  Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n  While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n  Call the ambulette, this man's wet\n  Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n  Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n  Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel\n  These feds want me for some tax evasion\n  Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian\n  Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture\n  Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Söze\n\n  Thug niggas give they minks to chinks to down\n  We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things\n  Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'\n  Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king\n  Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they chedda'\n  Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n  Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n  Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' likeVersace locs pops\n  Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\n  I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested\n  Italiano got the Lucciano\n  I gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\n  Boo, I'm Jingling Baby\n  I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow\n  Roll with The Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\n  It all real nigga, what the deal?\n  I shot ya\n\n  What the fuck, I thought I conquered the whole world?\n  Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer and Ice-T's girl\n  But still, niggas want to instigate shit\n  I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick\n  Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches\n  Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\n  Word, I'm here to crush all my peers\n  Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\n  Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\n  I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait\n  Niggas fight, Glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\n  MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\n  That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\n  Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?\n  New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\n  But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\n  That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack\n  Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back\n  Not this time, but next time I'ma name names\n  LL, shitting from on top of the game\n  I shot ya\n"},{"id":5035559,"name":"I Shot Ya (Remix) (Feat. 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Keyser Söze\n\nThug niggas give they minks to chinks to down\nWe sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things\nFrontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'\nDoin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king\nBitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they chedda'\nFuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\nFlossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox\nFour carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' likeVersace locs pops\nWant ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks\nI'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested\nItaliano got the Lucciano\nI gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop\nBoo, I'm Jingling Baby\nI got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow\nRoll with The Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin\nIt all real nigga, what the deal?\nI shot ya\n\nWhat the fuck, I thought I conquered the whole world?\nCrushed Moe Dee, Hammer and Ice-T's girl\nBut still, niggas want to instigate shit\nI'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick\nName the spot, I make it hot for you bitches\nFemale rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo\nWord, I'm here to crush all my peers\nRhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years\nNiggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state\nI use my presidential Rolex to be the bait\nNiggas fight, Glock cocked ya temple gets fucked\nMC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked\nThat's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?\nLight shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?\nNew York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang\nBut if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang\nThat's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack\nCause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back\nNot this time, but next time I'ma name names\nLL, shitting from on top of the game\nI shot ya","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.75]Yeah, L.O.D., Keith Murray, Def Squad\n[00:14.35]Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith, you wanna hit?\n[00:21.97]Give me a hour plus I'm spendin' the bag\n[00:24.02]Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents\n[00:27.71]And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit\n[00:30.51]My style is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip\n[00:34.14]Fuck all that sensuous shit\n[00:36.06]I represent intellectual violence\n[00:38.72]And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments\n[00:41.62]Like Redman, I shift with the ruck\n[00:44.13]If your inf' was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up\n[00:47.31]No need to ask who is he, son, I get busy\n[00:49.57]Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many rough cities\n[00:53.12](Chicago, L.A., L.A.), I laugh then Norman Bates ya\n[00:55.03]I love to hate ya, 'cause you's a freak by nature\n[00:58.03]Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya\n[01:00.88]Drink your style down straight with no chaser\n[01:03.85]My verbal combat's like a mini-MAC to your back\n[01:06.39]And soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (blao!)\n[01:08.45]The L.O.D. love good confrontation, the vamp\n[01:12.29]Break your concentration, murder your camp\n[01:14.37]For the jealous overzealous, we fellas\n[01:17.78]Blow the spot like Ralph at Marcella's\n[01:20.28]Niggas coming through and acting wild\n[01:22.60]Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile\n[01:25.43]I shot ya\n[01:26.17]Yo, I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again\n[01:29.06]Forgot what I already knew, you hear me, friend?\n[01:31.56]Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body\n[01:34.11]Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me\n[01:36.94]But I'mma stay incogni' in places they can't find me\n[01:40.42]Make my moves strategically, the G-O-D\n[01:42.87]Is sorta similar but iller than a chess player\n[01:45.61]I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker\n[01:48.15]While you wonder what we're sayin' on the records reel\n[01:50.88]Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, kid, you know the deal\n[01:53.53]My mob is infamous just like the fuckin' title read\n[01:56.29]You get backslapped so hard, make your nose bleed\n[01:58.85]So bow! Kid's feeling guilty about the -scratching\n[02:01.86]The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it\n[02:04.21]But anyway, back on the real side of things\n[02:06.98]My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings\n[02:09.77]Not only is it inside the songs that we sing\n[02:12.69]Everything is real, not just the song that we sing\n[02:14.91]From my life to the paper, very accurately\n[02:18.10]Give you all of my two so maybe you can three\n[02:20.42]Prodigy will forever S-H-I-N-E\n[02:23.49]My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea\n[02:26.26]How dare you ever in your life walk past me\n[02:29.02]Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D\n[02:31.03]I shot his faggot ass\n[02:31.85]Now who the fuck you think you talkin' to?\n[02:32.80]I paid dues, I spray crews, look, I'm Joey Crack\n[02:35.51]Motherfuckers be like, \"He's bad news\"\n[02:37.24]Runnin' this racket from New York to Montego\n[02:39.90]Slaughtering people, bring a ton of ki's from Puerto Rico\n[02:43.15]I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer\n[02:46.22]These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger\n[02:48.17]Than these weaklings seeking for respect that ain't there\n[02:51.41]Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air\n[02:53.73]Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties\n[02:56.52]While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi\n[02:59.03]Call for ambulette, this man's wet\n[03:01.91]Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette\n[03:05.04]Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral\n[03:07.68]Ready to spat out in any adult that wants to quarrel\n[03:10.60]These Feds want me for some tax evasion\n[03:12.78]Mad at the fact that somebody's\n[03:14.18]Getting loot, shit that's not Caucasian\n[03:15.85]Bullets be blazin' through these streets filled with torture\n[03:18.74]Joey Crack, A.K.A. Kaiser Soze\n[03:21.29]Thug niggas give they minks to chinks\n[03:23.24]Tore down, we sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things\n[03:26.71]Frontin' hard, four deep inside the Jeep mackin'\n[03:29.39]Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king\n[03:32.15]Bitches, grab your tetas, get them niggas for they cheddar\n[03:35.02]Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers\n[03:38.12]Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox\n[03:39.74]Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs, pops\n[03:43.38]On the creep, open like raw ass cheeks, I'm sexin'\n[03:46.24]Raw dog without protection, disease infested, uh\n[03:49.38]Italiano, got the Luciano\n[03:51.44]I gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop\n[03:54.94]Poo, I'm jinglin', baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me\n[03:58.29]To lay low, I play slow, roll with The Firm\n[04:02.09]Mafioso crime kingpin, it all real, nigga, what the deal?\n[04:05.25]I shot ya\n[04:05.84]What the fuck? 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Kid's feeling guilty about the -scratching\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 120810\n  words:\n  - text: 'So '\n    start_ms: 118850\n  - text: 'bow! 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