[{"id":30681291,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"Greatest Of All Time","duration":236.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\nUh, uh\nThe Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\nI keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\nwatch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\n'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\nReady to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us, we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\nI be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI gotta reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\nFaggot-ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\n'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\nNiggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shooting kids\nCribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\nMalicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three, don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you?\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You\n  artist: Lil’ Kim\n  album: Greatest Of All Time\n  duration_ms: 236000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\n  But don't sling pizza, pizza\n  The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n  '96 Blake Carrington\n  I brings the most dangerous diseases\n  Trife please MC's of all types\n  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\n  Style never switches\n  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n  For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n  Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n  Lexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\n  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":32712630,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Hard Core","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\nUh, uh\nThe Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\nI keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\nwatch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\n'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\nReady to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us, we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\nI be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI gotta reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\nFaggot-ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\n'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\nNiggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shooting kids\nCribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\nMalicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three, don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you?\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Hard Core\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\n  But don't sling pizza, pizza\n  The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n  '96 Blake Carrington\n  I brings the most dangerous diseases\n  Trife please MC's of all types\n  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\n  Style never switches\n  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n  For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n  Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n  Lexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\n  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":24144196,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Hard Core","duration":174.03356,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\nUh, uh\nThe Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\nI keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\nwatch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\n'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\nReady to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us, we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\nI be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI gotta reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\nFaggot-ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\n'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\nNiggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shooting kids\nCribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\nMalicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three, don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you?\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Hard Core\n  duration_ms: 174034\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\n  But don't sling pizza, pizza\n  The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n  '96 Blake Carrington\n  I brings the most dangerous diseases\n  Trife please MC's of all types\n  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\n  Style never switches\n  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n  For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n  Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n  Lexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\n  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":23630335,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Hard Core [Explicit]","duration":174.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\nUh, uh\nThe Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\nI keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\nwatch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\n'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\nReady to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us, we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\nI be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI gotta reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\nFaggot-ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\n'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\nNiggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shooting kids\nCribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\nMalicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three, don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you?\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Hard Core [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 174000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\n  But don't sling pizza, pizza\n  The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n  '96 Blake Carrington\n  I brings the most dangerous diseases\n  Trife please MC's of all types\n  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\n  Style never switches\n  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n  For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n  Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n  Lexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\n  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":24566594,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Hard Core","duration":169.16898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\nUh, uh\nThe Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\nI keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\nwatch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\n'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\nReady to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us, we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\nI be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI gotta reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\nFaggot-ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\n'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\nNiggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shooting kids\nCribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\nMalicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three, don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you?\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Hard Core\n  duration_ms: 169169\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\n  But don't sling pizza, pizza\n  The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n  '96 Blake Carrington\n  I brings the most dangerous diseases\n  Trife please MC's of all types\n  Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n  Wifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\n  Style never switches\n  Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n  For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n  Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n  Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n  Lexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\n  Who the best is? M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":35392253,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"Ms. G.O.A.T.","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Cease-a\nBut don't sling pizza, pizza\nThe gat carryin', rap barbarian\n'96 Blake Carrington\nI brings the most dangerous diseases\nTrife please MC's of all types\nHomosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\nWifey on the arm and stay fucking other bitches\nStyle never switches\nInhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\nFor shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\nRumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\nNiggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\nLexus GS', chicks in iceberg dresses\nWho the best is? 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M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy, mama proud of me\n  'Cause I stopped killing niggas for free\n  Uh, uh\n  The Anne Klein sportin', coke snortin', niggas love me\n  I keep my pussy Fresh like Doug E.\n  watch the show as my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  'Cause Frank don't play with the lye money, get high money\n  Ready to die crazy, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady, put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bumped into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin' in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us, we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted, we too dime for that\n  I be flirtin' for certain, wearing short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin', see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I gotta reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uh, motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands stepping up\n  Faggot-ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged, my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catching cases, niggas pull they Macs out\n  Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shooting kids\n  Cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges\n  Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three, don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you?\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":21593283,"name":"Fuck You (Feat. 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M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me\nCause I stopped killin' niggas for free\nUhh, uhh\nThe Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggas lovely\nI keep my pussy fresh like Dougie; watch the show\nAs my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\nCause Frank don't play with the la money, get high money\nReady to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady; put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted; we too dime for that\nI be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI got a reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUhhh... motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up\nFaggot ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\nCause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatchin' cases, niggas pull they macs out\nNiggas gettin' mad cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shootin' kids\nCribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin bridges\nMalicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three: don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck You (Feat. 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M.A.F.I.A\n  But faggot niggas wanna spoil it\n  Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\n  I force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me\n  Cause I stopped killin' niggas for free\n  Uhh, uhh\n  The Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggas lovely\n  I keep my pussy fresh like Dougie; watch the show\n  As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\n  Ain't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal\n  Dream accounts, large amounts\n  Cause Frank don't play with the la money, get high money\n  Ready to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's\n  I'm not your average lady; put that on my 380\n  Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas\n  Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis\n  Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\n  Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\n  Uh, who us?\n  We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban\n  Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser\n  Police'll never chase us we too fly for that\n  Processed and fingerprinted; we too dime for that\n  I be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and\n  But ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference\n  Between me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\n  I fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\n  I got a reputation to look out for\n  Plus my boss is a outlaw\n  Uhhh... motherfuckers think they tough guys\n  Motherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up\n  Faggot ass motherfuckers\n  They ain't no true players\n  Death comes to those that oppose the clique\n  Dick-riders get off the dick\n  Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all\n  And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\n  Catchin' cases, niggas pull they macs out\n  Niggas gettin' mad cause I dug they backs out\n  Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids\n  Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin bridges\n  Malicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious\n  Rule number three: don't take love from no bitches\n  You know what makes me much stronger than you\n  I can take pain much longer than you\n  So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease\n  How you wanna spit a grease?\n"},{"id":9698717,"name":"Fuck You","trackName":"Fuck You","artistName":"Lil’ Kim feat. 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M.A.F.I.A\nBut faggot niggas wanna spoil it\nStop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets\nI force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me\nCause I stopped killin' niggas for free\nUhh, uhh\nThe Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggas lovely\nI keep my pussy fresh like Dougie; watch the show\nAs my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's\nAin't scared to bust my pist-al, sippin' hard on Cristal\nDream accounts, large amounts\nCause Frank don't play with the la money, get high money\nReady to die Grady, no if's, and's, or maybe's\nI'm not your average lady; put that on my 380\nMe and my bitch catch flights to Texas\nNiggas call us Crystal and Alexis\nBump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'\nTrunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron\nUh, who us?\nWe just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban\nDrinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser\nPolice'll never chase us we too fly for that\nProcessed and fingerprinted; we too dime for that\nI be, flirtin for certain, wearin short skirts and\nBut ain't no dicks insertin' see, that's the difference\nBetween me and other bitches, they fuck to get they riches\nI fuck to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut\nI got a reputation to look out for\nPlus my boss is a outlaw\nUhhh... motherfuckers think they tough guys\nMotherfuckers better hold hands steppin' up\nFaggot ass motherfuckers\nThey ain't no true players\nDeath comes to those that oppose the clique\nDick-riders get off the dick\nCause, Larceny got guns for y'all\nAnd if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all\nCatchin' cases, niggas pull they macs out\nNiggas gettin' mad cause I dug they backs out\nThen I blacks out, start shootin' kids\nCribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin bridges\nMalicious - sometimes the danger taste delicious\nRule number three: don't take love from no bitches\nYou know what makes me much stronger than you\nI can take pain much longer than you\nSo what you gon' do when I run up in that ass-crease\nHow you wanna spit a grease?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.93] Nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with Lil' Cease-ah\n[00:02.99] But don't sling pizza, pizza\n[00:04.78] The gat carryin', rap barbarian\n[00:07.37] '96 Blake Carrington\n[00:09.25] I brings the most dangerous diseases\n[00:11.90] Trife please MC's of all types\n[00:14.33] Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm\n[00:18.75] Wifey on the arm\n[00:19.76] And stay fuckin other bitches\n[00:21.49] Style never switches\n[00:22.58] Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out\n[00:25.60] For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled\n[00:28.79] Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques\n[00:32.26] Niggas don't want shit, Trife impresses\n[00:34.84] Lexus GS's, chicks in iceberg dresses\n[00:38.19] Who the best is? 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