[{"id":9622564,"name":"Lighters Up","trackName":"Lighters Up","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Lighters Up","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I come from Bed-Stuy\nWhere niggas either do or they gon' die\nGotta keep the ratchet close by\nSomeone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it\nJust another funeral service\nNiggas will get at you, come through shinin', they yap you\nIn broad daylight kidnap you\nFeds get clapped too\nPolice stay on us like tattoos\nNiggas only grind 'cause we have to\nMoney is power, sling crack, weed and powder\nFiends come through every hour\nIt's all about that dollar and we no deal with cowards\nWeak lamb get devoured by the lion\nIn the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble\nThe weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble\nBrooklyn, home of the greatest rappers\nB.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after\nNow put your lighters up\nBed-Stuy, put your lighters up\nNew York, put your lighters up\nDC, keep puttin' your lighters up\nPhiladelphia, put your lighters up\nDetroit, put your lighters up\nChi-Town, keep puttin' them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\nNow let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere it's not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggas don't know you\n'Cause people is talkin', the streets is watchin'\nThe D's is lurkin' stash the nine in the garbage\nThe life of a hustler, the life of a gambler\nDice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer\nYou know who you fuck with\nBrooklyn don't run, we run shit\nRoll up and just bumrush shit\nWe don't play that, out in BK, not at all\nFour pound leave your face on the wall\nR.I.P in memory of\nNever show thy enemies love\nWe get it on where we live\nBetter have a pass when you cross that bridge\nWelcome to Brooklyn, put your lighters up\nL.A., put your lighters up\nVA, put your lighters up\nTexas, keep puttin' your lighters up\nNew Orleans, put your lighters up\nSt. Louis, put your lighters up\nATL, keep puttin' them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n(We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n(Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n(Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\nSee, B.I.G. done told you\nI'm the hottest bitch on the planet\nBiggest sex symbol since Janet\nThe Zanotti bandit\nLayin' in the cut like a bandage\nCome through Fulton St. in a Vanquish\nDoin' 'em damage\nAnd if you don't understand it\nThen lemme give it to you in Spanish\nSoy la senorita mas linda del barrios\nY lo es abo tu eres despacio\nStill over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto\nYou must have forgot though\nSo I'ma take it back to the block, yo\nPut you on to how we rock, yo\nSome are boostin'\nTwelve year olds prostitutin'\nHitmen hired for execution, there's no solution\nNiggas still piss in the hallways\nFiends get high in 'em all day\nThe youth them bang at the cops off the roof\nYou don't know my town is the truth\nWelcome to Brooklyn, now put your lighters up\nNew Jersey, put your lighters up\nBoston, put your lighters up\nB'more, keep puttin' your lighters up\nMiami, put your lighters up\nPuerto Rico, put your lighters up\nKingston, Jamaica, keep puttin' them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n(We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n(Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n(Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\nSeen","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.36] I come from Bed-Stuy\n[00:06.92] Where niggas either do or they gon' die\n[00:08.87] Gotta keep the ratchet close by\n[00:10.96] Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it\n[00:14.04] Just another funeral service\n[00:16.29] Niggas will get at you, come through shinin', they yap you\n[00:19.52] In broad daylight kidnap you\n[00:21.56] Feds get clapped too\n[00:22.90] Police stay on us like tattoos\n[00:24.84] Niggas only grind 'cause we have to\n[00:26.88] Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder\n[00:30.12] Fiends come through every hour\n[00:32.10] It's all about that dollar and we no deal with cowards\n[00:35.52] Weak lamb get devoured by the lion\n[00:37.90] In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble\n[00:40.43] The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble\n[00:43.07] Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers\n[00:45.83] B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after\n[00:48.88] Now put your lighters up\n[00:51.16] Bed-Stuy, put your lighters up\n[00:53.61] New York, put your lighters up\n[00:56.47] DC, keep puttin' your lighters up\n[00:59.04] Philadelphia, put your lighters up\n[01:01.41] Detroit, put your lighters up\n[01:04.03] Chi-Town, keep puttin' them lighters up\n[01:06.31] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[01:08.75] Now let me give you a walk through\n[01:10.28] Show you what to do and you don't do\n[01:12.12] Where it's not safe to go to\n[01:13.99] Them boys approach you\n[01:15.45] Better say quick who you close to\n[01:17.27] Don't come through if niggas don't know you\n[01:19.13] 'Cause people is talkin', the streets is watchin'\n[01:21.92] The D's is lurkin' stash the nine in the garbage\n[01:24.53] The life of a hustler, the life of a gambler\n[01:27.33] Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer\n[01:29.64] You know who you fuck with\n[01:31.19] Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n[01:33.04] Roll up and just bumrush shit\n[01:35.04] We don't play that, out in BK, not at all\n[01:38.28] Four pound leave your face on the wall\n[01:40.94] R.I.P in memory of\n[01:43.98] Never show thy enemies love\n[01:46.27] We get it on where we live\n[01:48.39] Better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n[01:50.71] Welcome to Brooklyn, put your lighters up\n[01:53.46] L.A., put your lighters up\n[01:56.34] VA, put your lighters up\n[01:59.05] Texas, keep puttin' your lighters up\n[02:01.71] New Orleans, put your lighters up\n[02:04.32] St. Louis, put your lighters up\n[02:07.00] ATL, keep puttin' them lighters up\n[02:09.78] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[02:12.51] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[02:14.74] And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n[02:17.44] And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n[02:19.90] But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n[02:22.26] (We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[02:24.74] (Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n[02:27.61] (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n[02:29.94] (Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\n[02:33.06] See, B.I.G. done told you\n[02:34.43] I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n[02:36.34] Biggest sex symbol since Janet\n[02:38.26] The Zanotti bandit\n[02:39.59] Layin' in the cut like a bandage\n[02:41.62] Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish\n[02:43.51] Doin' 'em damage\n[02:45.01] And if you don't understand it\n[02:46.94] Then lemme give it to you in Spanish\n[02:48.89] Soy la senorita mas linda del barrios\n[02:51.66] Y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n[02:54.08] Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto\n[02:56.52] You must have forgot though\n[02:57.80] So I'ma take it back to the block, yo\n[02:59.78] Put you on to how we rock, yo\n[03:01.90] Some are boostin'\n[03:03.82] Twelve year olds prostitutin'\n[03:05.34] Hitmen hired for execution, there's no solution\n[03:08.66] Niggas still piss in the hallways\n[03:10.69] Fiends get high in 'em all day\n[03:12.50] The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n[03:15.09] You don't know my town is the truth\n[03:17.63] Welcome to Brooklyn, now put your lighters up\n[03:20.38] New Jersey, put your lighters up\n[03:23.05] Boston, put your lighters up\n[03:25.88] B'more, keep puttin' your lighters up\n[03:28.49] Miami, put your lighters up\n[03:31.25] Puerto Rico, put your lighters up\n[03:33.43] Kingston, Jamaica, keep puttin' them lighters up\n[03:36.18] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[03:39.37] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[03:41.45] And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n[03:43.88] And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n[03:46.54] But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n[03:49.08] (We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[03:51.69] (Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n[03:54.41] (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n[03:56.84] (Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\n[03:59.79] Seen","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lighters Up\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Lighters Up\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I come from Bed-Stuy\n  start_ms: 5360\n  end_ms: 6920\n- text: Where niggas either do or they gon' die\n  start_ms: 6920\n  end_ms: 8870\n- text: Gotta keep the ratchet close by\n  start_ms: 8870\n  end_ms: 10960\n- text: Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it\n  start_ms: 10960\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: Just another funeral service\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 16290\n- text: Niggas will get at you, come through shinin', they yap you\n  start_ms: 16290\n  end_ms: 19520\n- text: In broad daylight kidnap you\n  start_ms: 19520\n  end_ms: 21560\n- text: Feds get clapped too\n  start_ms: 21560\n  end_ms: 22900\n- text: Police stay on us like tattoos\n  start_ms: 22900\n  end_ms: 24840\n- text: Niggas 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too\n  Police stay on us like tattoos\n  Niggas only grind 'cause we have to\n  Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder\n  Fiends come through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar and we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured by the lion\n  In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble\n  The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers\n  B.I.G. comes first, then the Queen comes after\n  Now put your lighters up\n  Bed-Stuy, put your lighters up\n  New York, put your lighters up\n  DC, keep puttin' your lighters up\n  Philadelphia, put your lighters up\n  Detroit, put your lighters up\n  Chi-Town, keep puttin' them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  Now let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where it's not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if niggas don't know you\n  'Cause people is talkin', the streets is watchin'\n  The D's is lurkin' stash the nine in the garbage\n  The life of a hustler, the life of a gambler\n  Dice games kill' mo' niggas than cancer\n  You know who you fuck with\n  Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n  Roll up and just bumrush shit\n  We don't play that, out in BK, not at all\n  Four pound leave your face on the wall\n  R.I.P in memory of\n  Never show thy enemies love\n  We get it on where we live\n  Better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n  Welcome to Brooklyn, put your lighters up\n  L.A., put your lighters up\n  VA, put your lighters up\n  Texas, keep puttin' your lighters up\n  New Orleans, put your lighters up\n  St. Louis, put your lighters up\n  ATL, keep puttin' them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n  But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n  (We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  (Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n  (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n  (Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\n  See, B.I.G. done told you\n  I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n  Biggest sex symbol since Janet\n  The Zanotti bandit\n  Layin' in the cut like a bandage\n  Come through Fulton St. in a Vanquish\n  Doin' 'em damage\n  And if you don't understand it\n  Then lemme give it to you in Spanish\n  Soy la senorita mas linda del barrios\n  Y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n  Still over in Brazil sippin' Mascoto\n  You must have forgot though\n  So I'ma take it back to the block, yo\n  Put you on to how we rock, yo\n  Some are boostin'\n  Twelve year olds prostitutin'\n  Hitmen hired for execution, there's no solution\n  Niggas still piss in the hallways\n  Fiends get high in 'em all day\n  The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n  You don't know my town is the truth\n  Welcome to Brooklyn, now put your lighters up\n  New Jersey, put your lighters up\n  Boston, put your lighters up\n  B'more, keep puttin' your lighters up\n  Miami, put your lighters up\n  Puerto Rico, put your lighters up\n  Kingston, Jamaica, keep puttin' them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n  But fuck it, bartender you can give me one more\n  (We in the club like) Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  (Lightin' the Dutch like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna smoke no more\n  (Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more\n  (Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more\n  Seen\n"},{"id":34439500,"name":"Lighters Up","trackName":"Lighters Up","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Lighters 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shinin', they yap you\n\n  In broad daylight kidnap you\n  Best get clap through\n  Police stay on us like tattoos\n  Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\n  Money is power\n  Sling crack, weed and powder\n  Fiends come through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar\n\n  And we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured\n  By the lion in the concrete jungle\n  The strong stand and rumble\n\n  The weak fold and crumble\n  It's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Now, let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where its not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n\n  Better say 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So I'mma take you back to the block yo\n[03:00.41] Put you on to how we rock yo\n[03:02.32] Some are boosting\n[03:03.90] 12-year olds prostituting\n[03:05.73] Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\n[03:09.06] Niggaz, still piss in the hallways\n[03:10.71] Fiends get high on em' all day\n[03:12.93] The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n[03:15.62] If you don't know my town is the truth\n[03:18.35] Welcome to Brooklyn\n[03:19.63] Now put your lighters up, New Jersey\n[03:22.06] Put your lighters up, Boston\n[03:24.61] Put your lighters up, B-More\n[03:27.20] Keep putting your lighters up, Miami\n[03:30.26] Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico\n[03:34.29] Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\n[03:36.09] Keep putting them lighters up\n[03:37.06] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[03:39.84] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[03:42.15] And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[03:44.75] And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[03:47.45] But fuck it, 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 I come from Bed-Stuy\n  Where niggaz either do or they gone die\n  Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n  Someone murdered\n\n  Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n  Just another funeral service\n  Niggaz will get at you\n  Come through shinin', they yap you\n\n  In broad daylight kidnap you\n  Best get clap through\n  Police stay on us like tattoos\n  Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\n  Money is power\n  Sling crack, weed and powder\n  Fiends come through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar\n\n  And we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured\n  By the lion in the concrete jungle\n  The strong stand and rumble\n\n  The weak fold and crumble\n  It's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep 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then the Queen comes after\n\n  Now put ya lighters up\n  Bed Stuy, put ya lighters up\n  New York, put ya lighters up\n  DC, keep puttin' ya lighters up\n  Philadelphia, put ya lighters up\n  Detroit, put ya lighters up\n  Chi-Town, keep puttin' dem lighters up\n  No matter where you from put ya lighters up\n\n  Now lemme give you a walk through\n  Show ya what to do and ya don't do\n  Where it's not safe to go to\n  Dem boys approach you\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if - don't know you\n  Cuz people is talkin', the streets is watchin'\n  The thieves is lurkin' stash da - in the garbage\n  The life of a hustla, the life of a gambler\n\n  Dice games kill' mo'- than cancer\n  Ya know who ya - with\n  Brooklyn don't run we run -\n  Roll up and just bum rush shit\n  We don't play that out in B.K not at all\n  4 pound leave ya face on the wall\n\n  R.I.P in memory of\n  Never show thy enemies love\n  We get it on where we live\n  Better have a pass when you 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Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Now, let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where its not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n  'Cuz people is talking\n  The streets is watching\n\n  The G's is lurking\n  Stash the nine in the garbage\n  The life of a hustla\n  The life of a gambler\n\n  Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\n  You know who you fuck with\n  Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n  Roll up and just bumrush shit\n\n  We don't play that\n  Out in Bk, not at all\n  For a pound leave your face on the 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get clap through\nPolice stay on us like tattoos\nNiggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\nMoney is power\nSling crack, weed and powder\nFiends come through every hour\nIt's all about that dollar\n\nAnd we no deal with cowards\nWeak lamb get devoured\nBy the lion in the concrete jungle\nThe strong stand and rumble\n\nThe weak fold and crumble\nIt's the land of trouble\nBrooklyn home of the greatest rappers\nBIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\nNow put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\nPut your lighters up, New York\nPut your lighters up, D.C.\nKeep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\nPut your lighters up, Detroit\nPut your lighters up, Chi-town\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nNow, let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere its not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\n\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggaz don't know you\n'Cuz people is talking\nThe streets is 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end_ms: 135580\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  start_ms: 135580\n  end_ms: 137570\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  start_ms: 137570\n  end_ms: 140260\n- text: But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n  start_ms: 140260\n  end_ms: 142710\n- text: We in the club like\n  start_ms: 142710\n  end_ms: 143630\n- text: (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  start_ms: 143630\n  end_ms: 145340\n- text: Lighting the dutch like\n  start_ms: 145340\n  end_ms: 146270\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 146270\n  end_ms: 148100\n- text: Passing the bub like\n  start_ms: 148100\n  end_ms: 149180\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n  start_ms: 149180\n  end_ms: 150400\n- text: Back at the bar like\n  start_ms: 150400\n  end_ms: 152300\n- text: (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n  start_ms: 152300\n  end_ms: 153260\n- text: See, BIG done told you\n  start_ms: 153260\n  end_ms: 154940\n- 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or they gone die\nGotta keep the Ratchett close by\nSomeone murdered\n\nNobody seen, nobody heard it\nJust another funeral service\nNiggaz will get at you\nCome through shinin', they yap you\n\nIn broad daylight kidnap you\nBest get clap through\nPolice stay on us like tattoos\nNiggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\nMoney is power\nSling crack, weed and powder\nFiends come through every hour\nIt's all about that dollar\n\nAnd we no deal with cowards\nWeak lamb get devoured\nBy the lion in the concrete jungle\nThe strong stand and rumble\n\nThe weak fold and crumble\nIt's the land of trouble\nBrooklyn home of the greatest rappers\nBIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\nNow put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\nPut your lighters up, New York\nPut your lighters up, D.C.\nKeep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\nPut your lighters up, Detroit\nPut your lighters up, Chi-town\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nNow, let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere its not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\n\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggaz don't know you\n'Cuz people is talking\nThe streets is watching\n\nThe G's is lurking\nStash the nine in the garbage\nThe life of a hustla\nThe life of a gambler\n\nDice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\nYou know who you fuck with\nBrooklyn don't run, we run shit\nRoll up and just bumrush shit\n\nWe don't play that\nOut in Bk, not at all\nFor a pound leave your face on the wall\nR.I.P in memory of\n\nNever show thy enemies love\nWe get it on where we live\nYou better have a pass when you cross that bridge\nWelcome to Brooklyn\n\nPut your lighters up, LA\nPut your lighters up, VA\nPut your lighters up, Texas\nKeep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\nPut your lighters up, St. Louis\nPut your lighters up, A-T-L\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\nWe in the club like\n(Damn homie, I'm so tore)\nLighting the dutch like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nPassing the bub like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\nBack at the bar like\n(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\nSee, BIG done told you\nI'm the hottest bitch on the planet\nBiggest sex symbol, since Janet\nThere's a Nolte bandit\n\nLaying in the cut like a bandage\nCome through Fulton St. in the vanquish\nDoing them damage\nAnd if you don't understand it\n\nThen let me give it to you in Spanish\nSoy la senorita mas Linda del\nBarrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\nStill over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n\nYou must of forgot though\nSo I'mma take you back to the block yo\nPut you on to how we rock yo\nSome are boosting\n\n12-year olds prostituting\nHit-men hired for execution, there's no 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at the cops off the roof\n[03:15.62]If you don't know my town is the truth\n[03:18.35]Welcome to Brooklyn\n[03:19.63]Now put your lighters up, New Jersey\n[03:22.06]Put your lighters up, Boston\n[03:24.61]Put your lighters up, B-More\n[03:27.20]Keep putting your lighters up, Miami\n[03:30.26]Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico\n[03:34.29]Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\n[03:36.09]Keep putting them lighters up\n[03:37.06]No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[03:39.84]Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[03:42.15]And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[03:44.75]And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[03:47.45]But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n[03:49.98]We in the club like\n[03:51.34](Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n[03:52.22]Lighting the dutch like\n[03:53.17](And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[03:54.72]Passing the bub like\n[03:55.62](And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[03:57.24]Back at the bar like\n[03:58.37](Fuck it, 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through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar\n\n  And we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured\n  By the lion in the concrete jungle\n  The strong stand and rumble\n\n  The weak fold and crumble\n  It's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Now, let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where its not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n  'Cuz people is talking\n  The streets is watching\n\n  The G's is lurking\n  Stash the nine in the garbage\n  The life of a hustla\n  The life of a 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or they gone die\nGotta keep the Ratchett close by\nSomeone murdered\n\nNobody seen, nobody heard it\nJust another funeral service\nNiggaz will get at you\nCome through shinin', they yap you\n\nIn broad daylight kidnap you\nBest get clap through\nPolice stay on us like tattoos\nNiggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\nMoney is power\nSling crack, weed and powder\nFiends come through every hour\nIt's all about that dollar\n\nAnd we no deal with cowards\nWeak lamb get devoured\nBy the lion in the concrete jungle\nThe strong stand and rumble\n\nThe weak fold and crumble\nIt's the land of trouble\nBrooklyn home of the greatest rappers\nBIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\nNow put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\nPut your lighters up, New York\nPut your lighters up, D.C.\nKeep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\nPut your lighters up, Detroit\nPut your lighters up, Chi-town\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nNow, let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere its not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\n\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggaz don't know you\n'Cuz people is talking\nThe streets is watching\n\nThe G's is lurking\nStash the nine in the garbage\nThe life of a hustla\nThe life of a gambler\n\nDice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\nYou know who you fuck with\nBrooklyn don't run, we run shit\nRoll up and just bumrush shit\n\nWe don't play that\nOut in Bk, not at all\nFor a pound leave your face on the wall\nR.I.P in memory of\n\nNever show thy enemies love\nWe get it on where we live\nYou better have a pass when you cross that bridge\nWelcome to Brooklyn\n\nPut your lighters up, LA\nPut your lighters up, VA\nPut your lighters up, Texas\nKeep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\nPut your lighters up, St. Louis\nPut your lighters up, A-T-L\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\nWe in the club like\n(Damn homie, I'm so tore)\nLighting the dutch like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nPassing the bub like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\nBack at the bar like\n(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\nSee, BIG done told you\nI'm the hottest bitch on the planet\nBiggest sex symbol, since Janet\nThere's a Nolte bandit\n\nLaying in the cut like a bandage\nCome through Fulton St. in the vanquish\nDoing them damage\nAnd if you don't understand it\n\nThen let me give it to you in Spanish\nSoy la senorita mas Linda del\nBarrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\nStill over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n\nYou must of forgot though\nSo I'mma take you back to the block yo\nPut you on to how we rock yo\nSome are boosting\n\n12-year olds prostituting\nHit-men hired for execution, there's no 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or they gone die\n[00:08.99] Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n[00:11.05] Someone murdered\n[00:12.21] Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n[00:14.29] Just another funeral service\n[00:16.06] Niggaz will get at you\n[00:17.53] Come through shinin', they yap you\n[00:19.52] In broad daylight kidnap you\n[00:21.45] Best get clap through\n[00:22.88] Police stay on us like tattoos\n[00:24.85] Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n[00:27.08] Money is power\n[00:28.25] Sling crack, weed and powder\n[00:29.94] Fiends come through every hour\n[00:32.10] It's all about that dollar\n[00:33.59] And we no deal with cowards\n[00:35.35] Weak lamb get devoured\n[00:37.45] By the lion in the concrete jungle\n[00:39.41] The strong stand and rumble\n[00:41.04] The weak fold and crumble\n[00:41.87] It's the land of trouble\n[00:43.35] Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n[00:45.95] BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n[00:48.70] Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n[00:52.06] Put your lighters up, New 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Bk, not at all\n[01:38.61] For a pound leave your face on the wall\n[01:41.36] R.I.P in memory of\n[01:44.06] Never show thy enemies love\n[01:46.96] We get it on where we live\n[01:48.63] You better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n[01:51.35] Welcome to Brooklyn\n[01:52.54] Put your lighters up, LA\n[01:55.23] Put your lighters up, VA\n[01:57.94] Put your lighters up, Texas\n[02:00.40] Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n[02:03.11] Put your lighters up, St. Louis\n[02:05.51] Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n[02:08.33] Keep putting them lighters up\n[02:10.03] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[02:12.79] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[02:15.58] And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[02:17.57] And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[02:20.26] But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n[02:22.71] We in the club like\n[02:23.63] (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n[02:25.34] Lighting the dutch like\n[02:26.27] (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no 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Philadelphia\n\nPut your lighters up, Detroit\nPut your lighters up, Chi-town\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nNow, let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere its not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\n\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggaz don't know you\n'Cuz people is talking\nThe streets is watching\n\nThe G's is lurking\nStash the nine in the garbage\nThe life of a hustla\nThe life of a gambler\n\nDice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\nYou know who you fuck with\nBrooklyn don't run, we run shit\nRoll up and just bumrush shit\n\nWe don't play that\nOut in Bk, not at all\nFor a pound leave your face on the wall\nR.I.P in memory of\n\nNever show thy enemies love\nWe get it on where we live\nYou better have a pass when you cross that bridge\nWelcome to Brooklyn\n\nPut your lighters up, LA\nPut your lighters up, VA\nPut your lighters up, Texas\nKeep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\nPut your lighters up, St. Louis\nPut your lighters up, A-T-L\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\nWe in the club like\n(Damn homie, I'm so tore)\nLighting the dutch like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nPassing the bub like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\nBack at the bar like\n(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\nSee, BIG done told you\nI'm the hottest bitch on the planet\nBiggest sex symbol, since Janet\nThere's a Nolte bandit\n\nLaying in the cut like a bandage\nCome through Fulton St. in the vanquish\nDoing them damage\nAnd if you don't understand it\n\nThen let me give it to you in Spanish\nSoy la senorita mas Linda del\nBarrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\nStill over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n\nYou must of forgot though\nSo I'mma take you back to the block yo\nPut you on to how we rock yo\nSome are boosting\n\n12-year olds prostituting\nHit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\nNiggaz, still piss in the hallways\nFiends get high on em' all day\n\nThe youth them bang at the cops off the roof\nIf you don't know my town is the truth\nWelcome to Brooklyn\n\nNow put your lighters up, New Jersey\nPut your lighters up, Boston\nPut your lighters up, B-More\nKeep putting your lighters up, Miami\n\nPut your lighters up, Puerto Rico\nPut your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\nWe in the club like\n(Damn homie, I'm so tore)\nLighting the dutch like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nPassing the bub like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nBack at the bar like\n(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.46] I come from Bed-Stuy\n[00:07.04] Where niggaz either do or they gone die\n[00:08.99] Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n[00:11.05] Someone murdered\n[00:12.21] Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n[00:14.29] Just another funeral service\n[00:16.06] Niggaz will get at you\n[00:17.53] Come through shinin', they yap you\n[00:19.52] In broad daylight kidnap you\n[00:21.45] Best get clap through\n[00:22.88] Police stay on us like tattoos\n[00:24.85] Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n[00:27.08] Money is power\n[00:28.25] Sling crack, weed and powder\n[00:29.94] Fiends come through every hour\n[00:32.10] It's all about that dollar\n[00:33.59] And we no deal with cowards\n[00:35.35] Weak lamb get devoured\n[00:37.45] By the lion in the concrete jungle\n[00:39.41] The strong stand and rumble\n[00:41.04] The weak fold and crumble\n[00:41.87] It's the land of trouble\n[00:43.35] Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n[00:45.95] BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n[00:48.70] Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n[00:52.06] Put your lighters up, New York\n[00:55.00] Put your lighters up, D.C.\n[00:56.10] Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n[00:59.77] Put your lighters up, Detroit\n[01:02.59] Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n[01:05.08] Keep putting them lighters up\n[01:06.73] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[01:09.43] Now, let me give you a walk through\n[01:10.47] Show you what to do and you don't do\n[01:12.26] Where its not safe to go to\n[01:14.24] Them boys approach you\n[01:15.47] Better say quick who you close to\n[01:17.32] Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n[01:19.47] 'Cuz people is talking\n[01:21.08] The streets is watching\n[01:22.46] The G's is lurking\n[01:23.65] Stash the nine in the garbage\n[01:24.93] The life of a hustla\n[01:26.34] The life of a gambler\n[01:28.00] Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\n[01:29.88] You know who you fuck with\n[01:31.34] Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n[01:33.20] Roll up and just bumrush shit\n[01:35.33] We don't play that\n[01:36.68] Out in Bk, not at all\n[01:38.61] For a pound leave your face on the wall\n[01:41.36] R.I.P in memory of\n[01:44.06] Never show thy enemies love\n[01:46.96] We get it on where we live\n[01:48.63] You better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n[01:51.35] Welcome to Brooklyn\n[01:52.54] Put your lighters up, LA\n[01:55.23] Put your lighters up, VA\n[01:57.94] Put your lighters up, Texas\n[02:00.40] Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n[02:03.11] Put your lighters up, St. Louis\n[02:05.51] Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n[02:08.33] Keep putting them lighters up\n[02:10.03] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[02:12.79] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[02:15.58] And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[02:17.57] And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[02:20.26] But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n[02:22.71] We in the club like\n[02:23.63] (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n[02:25.34] Lighting the dutch like\n[02:26.27] (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[02:28.10] Passing the bub like\n[02:29.18] (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n[02:30.40] Back at the bar like\n[02:32.30] (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n[02:33.26] See, BIG done told you\n[02:34.94] I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n[02:36.79] Biggest sex symbol, since Janet\n[02:38.79] There's a Nolte bandit\n[02:40.44] Laying in the cut like a bandage\n[02:42.00] Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish\n[02:44.16] Doing them damage\n[02:45.70] And if you don't understand it\n[02:47.38] Then let me give it to you in Spanish\n[02:49.50] Soy la senorita mas Linda del\n[02:52.14] Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n[02:54.71] Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n[02:57.11] You must of forgot though\n[02:58.59] So I'mma take you back to the block yo\n[03:00.41] Put you on to how we rock yo\n[03:02.32] Some are boosting\n[03:03.90] 12-year olds prostituting\n[03:05.73] Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\n[03:09.06] Niggaz, still piss in the hallways\n[03:10.71] Fiends get high on em' all day\n[03:12.93] The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n[03:15.62] If you don't know my town is the truth\n[03:18.35] Welcome to Brooklyn\n[03:19.63] Now put your lighters up, New Jersey\n[03:22.06] Put your lighters up, Boston\n[03:24.61] Put your lighters up, B-More\n[03:27.20] Keep putting your lighters up, Miami\n[03:30.26] Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico\n[03:34.29] Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\n[03:36.09] Keep putting them lighters up\n[03:37.06] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[03:39.84] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[03:42.15] And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[03:44.75] And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[03:47.45] But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n[03:49.98] We in the club like\n[03:51.34] (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n[03:52.22] Lighting the dutch like\n[03:53.17] (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[03:54.72] Passing the bub like\n[03:55.62] (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[03:57.24] Back at the bar like\n[03:58.37] (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n[04:00.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lighters Up - Edit\n  artist: Lil' Kim\n  album: Lighters Up (U.K. 2 Track Slimline)\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I come from Bed-Stuy\n  start_ms: 5460\n  end_ms: 7040\n- text: Where niggaz either do or they gone die\n  start_ms: 7040\n  end_ms: 8990\n- text: Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n  start_ms: 8990\n  end_ms: 11050\n- text: Someone murdered\n  start_ms: 11050\n  end_ms: 12210\n- text: Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n  start_ms: 12210\n  end_ms: 14290\n- text: Just another funeral service\n  start_ms: 14290\n  end_ms: 16060\n- text: Niggaz will get at you\n  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And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  start_ms: 224750\n  end_ms: 227450\n- text: But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n  start_ms: 227450\n  end_ms: 229980\n- text: We in the club like\n  start_ms: 229980\n  end_ms: 231340\n- text: (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  start_ms: 231340\n  end_ms: 232220\n- text: Lighting the dutch like\n  start_ms: 232220\n  end_ms: 233170\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 233170\n  end_ms: 234720\n- text: Passing the bub like\n  start_ms: 234720\n  end_ms: 235620\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 235620\n  end_ms: 237240\n- text: Back at the bar like\n  start_ms: 237240\n  end_ms: 238370\n- text: (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n  start_ms: 238370\n  end_ms: 240770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 240770\nplain: |-\n  I come from Bed-Stuy\n  Where niggaz either do or they gone die\n  Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n  Someone murdered\n\n  Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n  Just another funeral service\n  Niggaz will get at you\n  Come through shinin', they yap you\n\n  In broad daylight kidnap you\n  Best get clap through\n  Police stay on us like tattoos\n  Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\n  Money is power\n  Sling crack, weed and powder\n  Fiends come through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar\n\n  And we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured\n  By the lion in the concrete jungle\n  The strong stand and rumble\n\n  The weak fold and crumble\n  It's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Now, let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where its not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n  'Cuz people is talking\n  The streets is watching\n\n  The G's is lurking\n  Stash the nine in the garbage\n  The life of a hustla\n  The life of a gambler\n\n  Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\n  You know who you fuck with\n  Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n  Roll up and just bumrush shit\n\n  We don't play that\n  Out in Bk, not at all\n  For a pound leave your face on the wall\n  R.I.P in memory of\n\n  Never show thy enemies love\n  We get it on where we live\n  You better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n  Welcome to Brooklyn\n\n  Put your lighters up, LA\n  Put your lighters up, VA\n  Put your lighters up, Texas\n  Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\n  Put your lighters up, St. Louis\n  Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\n  We in the club like\n  (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  Lighting the dutch like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  Passing the bub like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n  Back at the bar like\n  (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\n  See, BIG done told you\n  I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n  Biggest sex symbol, since Janet\n  There's a Nolte bandit\n\n  Laying in the cut like a bandage\n  Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish\n  Doing them damage\n  And if you don't understand it\n\n  Then let me give it to you in Spanish\n  Soy la senorita mas Linda del\n  Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n  Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n\n  You must of forgot though\n  So I'mma take you back to the block yo\n  Put you on to how we rock yo\n  Some 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at all, for a pound leave your face on the wall\n\n  R.I.P in memory of, never show thy enemies love\n  We get it on where we live you better have a pass\n  When you cross that, welcome to Brooklyn\n\n  Put your lighters up\n  (L.A.)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (V.A.)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (Texas)\n  Keep putting your lighters up\n  (New Orleans)\n\n  Put your lighters up\n  (St. Louis)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (A T L)\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Damn, homie I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  But fuck it bartender you can give me one more\n\n  (We in the club like)\n  Damn homie I'm so tore\n  (Lighting the dutch like)\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n\n  (Passing the bub like)\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  (Back at the bar like)\n  Fuck it bartender you can give me one more\n\n  See, BIG done told you, I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n  Biggest sex symbol, since Janet there's a Nolte bandit\n  Laying in the cut like a bandage come through\n  Fulton St. in the vanquish doing them damage\n  And if you don't understand it then let me give it to you in Spanish\n\n  Soy la senorita mas Linda del barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n  Still over in Brazil, Sipping Mescotto\n  You must of forgot though, so Imma' take you back\n  To the block yo put you on to how we rock yo\n  Some are boosting 12-year olds prostituting\n  Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\n\n  Niggaz still piss in the hallways, fiends get high on em' all day\n  The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n  If you don't know my town is the truth, welcome to Brooklyn\n\n  Now put your lighters up\n  (New Jersey)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (Boston)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (B-More)\n  Keep putting your lighters up\n  (Miami)\n\n  Put your lighters up\n  (Puerto Rico)\n  Put your lighters up\n  (Kingston, Jamaica)\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Damn, homie I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  But fuck it bartender you can give me one more\n\n  (We in the club like)\n  Damn homie I'm so tore\n  (Lighting the dutch like)\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n\n  (Passing the bub like)\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  (Back at the bar like)\n  Fuck it bartender you can give me one more\n"},{"id":37910762,"name":"Came Back For You (Non Album Track)","trackName":"Came Back For You (Non Album Track)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Lighters Up","duration":261.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Intro)\nGood evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee\nAfter me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White\nMost people know me as\nLil Kim the head of the La Bella Mafia\nOh, shoutout to my girl Victoria Gotti\nAnd the whole Gotti family stay up\n\nThis time around I ain't takin no shit\nThis time around I never get bit\nThis time around I switched up my flow\nGot rid of the pits and put rotts by the do'\nThis time around it ain't like befo'\nThis time around I'm gon' crack ya jo'\nThe feds is watchin me so I can't do much\nSpeak the wrong words bitch and you will get touched\nI'm back on the scene my favorite color is green\nI'm buildin a empire got a whole new team\nPimp game is strong, raps is just harder than they ever been\nYou can never win\nMade my way through Hollywood fashion world adores me\nMusic's my first love a nine to five bores me\nLove me or hate me Lil Kim come through\nMy fans across the world I came back for you\n\nI came back for you\nAll incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases\nI came back for you, all my fans across the world holla at your girl\nI came back for you\nEverybody's waitin on me all these ho's hatin on me\nI came back for you\nThe mink rockin Benz coppin keep the bottles poppin\n\nIt's the real hip hop mami check the facts\nI'm sick of all you acts with your bubble gum raps\nLike the sand in the hour glass you out of your time\nTried to go against the queen is you out of your mind?\nEven be at number two, your chances is slim\nCause when God made Adam, he should've made Kim\nI gave a few passes but I never forget\nIt's enough I got to put up with this Doo Doo Brown chick\nNow you and you wanna come at me from all sides\nI'm gettin money, don't think I just be lettin shit slide\nI'm very concerned with fashion ain't my fault y'all don't know how ta\nRock this Hollyhood thang y'all need to let me style ya\nCome back, to the light ma, I started the shit\nHow soon we forget I'm the heart of the shit\nSo keep your tacky ways and go back to your stripper days\nAs long as I'm around, you gon' bow down\n\nI came back for you\nAll incarcerated scarfaces gangstas with the fed cases\nI came 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team up or get it together\n  Or you, you and her can get it whenever\n  Huh, I got a army y'all can't harm me\n  If the shoe was on the other foot you probably try to starve me\n  Don't get your life tooken I know I got you shooken\n  This Bed Stuy fly girl came back for Brooklyn\n"},{"id":7969204,"name":"Lighters Up","trackName":"Lighters Up","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Naked Truth","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I come from Bed-Stuy\nWhere niggaz either do or they gone die\nGotta keep the Ratchett close by\nSomeone murdered\n\nNobody seen, nobody heard it\nJust another funeral service\nNiggaz will get at you\nCome through shinin', they yap you\n\nIn broad daylight kidnap you\nBest get clap through\nPolice stay on us like tattoos\nNiggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\nMoney is power\nSling crack, weed and powder\nFiends come through every hour\nIt's all about that dollar\n\nAnd we no deal with cowards\nWeak lamb get devoured\nBy the lion in the concrete jungle\nThe strong stand and rumble\n\nThe weak fold and crumble\nIt's the land of trouble\nBrooklyn home of the greatest rappers\nBIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\nNow put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\nPut your lighters up, New York\nPut your lighters up, D.C.\nKeep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\nPut your lighters up, Detroit\nPut your lighters up, Chi-town\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nNow, let me give you a walk through\nShow you what to do and you don't do\nWhere its not safe to go to\nThem boys approach you\n\nBetter say quick who you close to\nDon't come through if niggaz don't know you\n'Cuz people is talking\nThe streets is watching\n\nThe G's is lurking\nStash the nine in the garbage\nThe life of a hustla\nThe life of a gambler\n\nDice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\nYou know who you fuck with\nBrooklyn don't run, we run shit\nRoll up and just bumrush shit\n\nWe don't play that\nOut in Bk, not at all\nFor a pound leave your face on the wall\nR.I.P in memory of\n\nNever show thy enemies love\nWe get it on where we live\nYou better have a pass when you cross that bridge\nWelcome to Brooklyn\n\nPut your lighters up, LA\nPut your lighters up, VA\nPut your lighters up, Texas\nKeep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\nPut your lighters up, St. Louis\nPut your lighters up, A-T-L\nKeep putting them lighters up\nNo matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\nDamn homie, I'm so tore\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\nAnd I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\nBut fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\nWe in the club like\n(Damn homie, I'm so tore)\nLighting the dutch like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\nPassing the bub like\n(And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\nBack at the bar like\n(Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\nSee, BIG done told you\nI'm the hottest bitch on the planet\nBiggest 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Louis\n[01:41.52] Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n[01:42.03] Keep putting them lighters up\n[01:42.98] No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n[01:43.50] Damn homie, I'm so tore\n[01:43.91] And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n[01:44.53] And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n[01:44.96] But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n[01:45.47] We in the club like\n[01:45.99] (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n[01:46.32] Lighting the dutch like\n[01:46.89] (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n[01:47.28] Passing the bub like\n[01:47.66] (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n[01:48.14] Back at the bar like\n[01:48.94] (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n[01:49.34] See, BIG done told you\n[01:49.78] I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n[01:50.16] Biggest sex symbol, since Janet\n[01:50.70] There's a Nolte bandit\n[01:51.19] Laying in the cut like a bandage\n[01:51.63] Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish\n[01:52.07] Doing them 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81360\n  end_ms: 81900\n- text: Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  start_ms: 81900\n  end_ms: 82830\n- text: Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n  start_ms: 82830\n  end_ms: 83480\n- text: Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  start_ms: 83480\n  end_ms: 83940\n- text: Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  start_ms: 83940\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: Keep putting them lighters up\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 85250\n- text: No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  start_ms: 85250\n  end_ms: 85740\n- text: Now, let me give you a walk through\n  start_ms: 85740\n  end_ms: 86380\n- text: Show you what to do and you don't do\n  start_ms: 86380\n  end_ms: 86880\n- text: Where its not safe to go to\n  start_ms: 86880\n  end_ms: 87660\n- text: Them boys approach you\n  start_ms: 87660\n  end_ms: 88160\n- text: Better say quick who you close to\n  start_ms: 88160\n  end_ms: 88660\n- text: Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n  start_ms: 88660\n  end_ms: 89150\n- text: '''Cuz people is talking'\n  start_ms: 89150\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: The streets is watching\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 90120\n- text: The G's is lurking\n  start_ms: 90120\n  end_ms: 90700\n- text: Stash the nine in the garbage\n  start_ms: 90700\n  end_ms: 91040\n- text: The life of a hustla\n  start_ms: 91040\n  end_ms: 91550\n- text: The life of a gambler\n  start_ms: 91550\n  end_ms: 92050\n- text: Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\n  start_ms: 92050\n  end_ms: 93080\n- text: You know who you fuck with\n  start_ms: 93080\n  end_ms: 93440\n- text: Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n  start_ms: 93440\n  end_ms: 93930\n- text: Roll up and just bumrush shit\n  start_ms: 93930\n  end_ms: 94950\n- text: We don't play that\n  start_ms: 94950\n  end_ms: 95500\n- text: Out in Bk, not at all\n  start_ms: 95500\n  end_ms: 96080\n- text: For a pound leave your face on the wall\n  start_ms: 96080\n  end_ms: 96570\n- text: R.I.P in memory of\n  start_ms: 96570\n  end_ms: 97320\n- text: Never show thy enemies love\n  start_ms: 97320\n  end_ms: 97840\n- text: We get it on where we live\n  start_ms: 97840\n  end_ms: 98320\n- text: You better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n  start_ms: 98320\n  end_ms: 98720\n- text: Welcome to Brooklyn\n  start_ms: 98720\n  end_ms: 99300\n- text: Put your lighters up, LA\n  start_ms: 99300\n  end_ms: 99620\n- text: Put your lighters up, VA\n  start_ms: 99620\n  end_ms: 100140\n- text: Put your lighters up, Texas\n  start_ms: 100140\n  end_ms: 100580\n- text: Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n  start_ms: 100580\n  end_ms: 100950\n- text: Put your lighters up, St. Louis\n  start_ms: 100950\n  end_ms: 101520\n- text: Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n  start_ms: 101520\n  end_ms: 102030\n- text: Keep putting them lighters up\n  start_ms: 102030\n  end_ms: 102980\n- text: No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  start_ms: 102980\n  end_ms: 103500\n- text: Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  start_ms: 103500\n  end_ms: 103910\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  start_ms: 103910\n  end_ms: 104530\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  start_ms: 104530\n  end_ms: 104960\n- text: But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n  start_ms: 104960\n  end_ms: 105470\n- text: We in the club like\n  start_ms: 105470\n  end_ms: 105990\n- text: (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  start_ms: 105990\n  end_ms: 106320\n- text: Lighting the dutch like\n  start_ms: 106320\n  end_ms: 106890\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 106890\n  end_ms: 107280\n- text: Passing the bub like\n  start_ms: 107280\n  end_ms: 107660\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n  start_ms: 107660\n  end_ms: 108140\n- text: Back at the bar like\n  start_ms: 108140\n  end_ms: 108940\n- text: (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n  start_ms: 108940\n  end_ms: 109340\n- text: See, BIG done told you\n  start_ms: 109340\n  end_ms: 109780\n- text: I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n  start_ms: 109780\n  end_ms: 110160\n- text: Biggest sex symbol, since Janet\n  start_ms: 110160\n  end_ms: 110700\n- text: There's a Nolte bandit\n  start_ms: 110700\n  end_ms: 111190\n- text: Laying in the cut like a bandage\n  start_ms: 111190\n  end_ms: 111630\n- text: Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish\n  start_ms: 111630\n  end_ms: 112070\n- text: Doing them damage\n  start_ms: 112070\n  end_ms: 112910\n- text: And if you don't understand it\n  start_ms: 112910\n  end_ms: 113480\n- text: Then let me give it to you in Spanish\n  start_ms: 113480\n  end_ms: 113880\n- text: Soy la senorita mas Linda del\n  start_ms: 113880\n  end_ms: 114420\n- text: Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n  start_ms: 114420\n  end_ms: 114880\n- text: Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n  start_ms: 114880\n  end_ms: 115210\n- text: You must of forgot though\n  start_ms: 115210\n  end_ms: 115750\n- text: So I'mma take you back to the block yo\n  start_ms: 115750\n  end_ms: 116250\n- text: Put you on to how we rock yo\n  start_ms: 116250\n  end_ms: 116660\n- text: Some are boosting\n  start_ms: 116660\n  end_ms: 117280\n- text: 12-year olds prostituting\n  start_ms: 117280\n  end_ms: 117670\n- text: Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\n  start_ms: 117670\n  end_ms: 118050\n- text: Niggaz, still piss in the hallways\n  start_ms: 118050\n  end_ms: 118470\n- text: Fiends get high on em' all day\n  start_ms: 118470\n  end_ms: 119380\n- text: The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n  start_ms: 119380\n  end_ms: 119780\n- text: If you don't know my town is the truth\n  start_ms: 119780\n  end_ms: 120140\n- text: Welcome to Brooklyn\n  start_ms: 120140\n  end_ms: 120540\n- text: Now put your lighters up, New Jersey\n  start_ms: 120540\n  end_ms: 121080\n- text: Put your lighters up, Boston\n  start_ms: 121080\n  end_ms: 121470\n- text: Put your lighters up, B-More\n  start_ms: 121470\n  end_ms: 121830\n- text: Keep putting your lighters up, Miami\n  start_ms: 121830\n  end_ms: 122370\n- text: Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico\n  start_ms: 122370\n  end_ms: 122830\n- text: Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\n  start_ms: 122830\n  end_ms: 123670\n- text: Keep putting them lighters up\n  start_ms: 123670\n  end_ms: 124000\n- text: No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n  start_ms: 124000\n  end_ms: 127970\n- text: Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  start_ms: 127970\n  end_ms: 128740\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  start_ms: 128740\n  end_ms: 129170\n- text: And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  start_ms: 129170\n  end_ms: 129670\n- text: But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n  start_ms: 129670\n  end_ms: 130110\n- text: We in the club like\n  start_ms: 130110\n  end_ms: 130590\n- text: (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  start_ms: 130590\n  end_ms: 131040\n- text: Lighting the dutch like\n  start_ms: 131040\n  end_ms: 131430\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 131430\n  end_ms: 132280\n- text: Passing the bub like\n  start_ms: 132280\n  end_ms: 132720\n- text: (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  start_ms: 132720\n  end_ms: 133130\n- text: Back at the bar like\n  start_ms: 133130\n  end_ms: 133850\n- text: (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n  start_ms: 133850\n  end_ms: 134240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 134240\nplain: |-\n  I come from Bed-Stuy\n  Where niggaz either do or they gone die\n  Gotta keep the Ratchett close by\n  Someone murdered\n\n  Nobody seen, nobody heard it\n  Just another funeral service\n  Niggaz will get at you\n  Come through shinin', they yap you\n\n  In broad daylight kidnap you\n  Best get clap through\n  Police stay on us like tattoos\n  Niggaz only grind 'cuz we have to\n\n  Money is power\n  Sling crack, weed and powder\n  Fiends come through every hour\n  It's all about that dollar\n\n  And we no deal with cowards\n  Weak lamb get devoured\n  By the lion in the concrete jungle\n  The strong stand and rumble\n\n  The weak fold and crumble\n  It's the land of trouble\n  Brooklyn home of the greatest rappers\n  BIG comes first then the queen comes after\n\n  Now put your lighters up, Bed-Stuy\n  Put your lighters up, New York\n  Put your lighters up, D.C.\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Philadelphia\n\n  Put your lighters up, Detroit\n  Put your lighters up, Chi-town\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Now, let me give you a walk through\n  Show you what to do and you don't do\n  Where its not safe to go to\n  Them boys approach you\n\n  Better say quick who you close to\n  Don't come through if niggaz don't know you\n  'Cuz people is talking\n  The streets is watching\n\n  The G's is lurking\n  Stash the nine in the garbage\n  The life of a hustla\n  The life of a gambler\n\n  Dice game, kill more niggaz than cancer\n  You know who you fuck with\n  Brooklyn don't run, we run shit\n  Roll up and just bumrush shit\n\n  We don't play that\n  Out in Bk, not at all\n  For a pound leave your face on the wall\n  R.I.P in memory of\n\n  Never show thy enemies love\n  We get it on where we live\n  You better have a pass when you cross that bridge\n  Welcome to Brooklyn\n\n  Put your lighters up, LA\n  Put your lighters up, VA\n  Put your lighters up, Texas\n  Keep putting your lighters up, New Orleans\n\n  Put your lighters up, St. Louis\n  Put your lighters up, A-T-L\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\n  We in the club like\n  (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  Lighting the dutch like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  Passing the bub like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more)\n  Back at the bar like\n  (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n\n  See, BIG done told you\n  I'm the hottest bitch on the planet\n  Biggest sex symbol, since Janet\n  There's a Nolte bandit\n\n  Laying in the cut like a bandage\n  Come through Fulton St. in the vanquish\n  Doing them damage\n  And if you don't understand it\n\n  Then let me give it to you in Spanish\n  Soy la senorita mas Linda del\n  Barrios y lo es abo tu eres despacio\n  Still over in Brazil, sipping Mescotto\n\n  You must of forgot though\n  So I'mma take you back to the block yo\n  Put you on to how we rock yo\n  Some are boosting\n\n  12-year olds prostituting\n  Hit-men hired for execution, there's no solution\n  Niggaz, still piss in the hallways\n  Fiends get high on em' all day\n\n  The youth them bang at the cops off the roof\n  If you don't know my town is the truth\n  Welcome to Brooklyn\n\n  Now put your lighters up, New Jersey\n  Put your lighters up, Boston\n  Put your lighters up, B-More\n  Keep putting your lighters up, Miami\n\n  Put your lighters up, Puerto Rico\n  Put your lighters up, Kingston, Jamaica\n  Keep putting them lighters up\n  No matter where you from, put your lighters up\n\n  Damn homie, I'm so tore\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more\n  And I don't think I'm ever gone drink no more\n  But fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more\n\n  We in the club like\n  (Damn homie, I'm so tore)\n  Lighting the dutch like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  Passing the bub like\n  (And I don't think I'm ever gone smoke no more)\n  Back at the bar like\n  (Fuck it, bartender, you can give me one more)\n"}]