[{"id":1358697,"name":"Notorious KIM","trackName":"Notorious KIM","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n[02:59.28] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:01.00] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:02.88] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:05.68] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:07.45] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:11.04] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:12.89] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[03:13.74] (Uh, uh, uh)\n[03:15.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Notorious KIM\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 220000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 3570\n end_ms: 7250\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 7250\n end_ms: 8140\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 8140\n end_ms: 10810\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 10810\n end_ms: 12650\n- text: (Uh-huh uh)\n start_ms: 12650\n end_ms: 13500\n- text: What? Uh!\n start_ms: 13500\n end_ms: 15380\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 15380\n end_ms: 16260\n- text: (Uh-huh)\n start_ms: 16260\n end_ms: 18080\n- text: Uh! 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Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":20516244,"name":"Notorious Kim","trackName":"Notorious Kim","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":176.352653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) 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Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":25280018,"name":"08 - Notorious KIM","trackName":"08 - Notorious KIM","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":220.350875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\nWhat?\nUh, here's another one\n\nLive from N-Y-C it's Q-B\nThe heavyweight champ, female MC\nGirls say they different, but, uh, you see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick runnin' around with her stink-ass gat\nAnd her fake-ass raps, havin' panic attacks\nYou ain't a star, and your record company know\nHow you make all this money, get this far and blow?\nI'm a business woman now, so I'm not concerned\nI bet on Little Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days, I woulda been smacked you\nI'm gettin' money now, my bitches in the hood'll get at you\nStop payin' these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream, I'll write a hot sixteen\nYou better be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit, I'ma make him snitch\n\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nEverybody wanna shine off Big, get it?\nShyne, try to sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer, nigga, please, come off that\nI'm next up to bat, motherfuckers get they jaws tapped\nBum-ass nigga\nDon't even know how to bust a gun-ass nigga\nDumb-ass nigga\nRappers actin' out the late Frank White's past\nOnce they go to jail, they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat, doin' the dead man's float\nWe gangstas, real gangstas, B\nRun up in your green room at BET\nWe gangstas, real gangstas, nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangstas, we gangstas, bitch\nEven more dangerous, now we filthy rich\n\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch, you ain't big dick\nNow I'm pissed, niggas on some ten percent diss\nWell, shit, I'ma break it down like this\nLotta rappers in the game, that's cool\nBut, uh, only one of us could rule\nYou see, it's sorta like bein' in school\nI'm valedictorian, y'all in the audience\nAnd I got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou local, bitch, I'm worldwide\nCan't you see? Open your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad 'cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch, child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real Gs, do the gangsta boogie\n\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 08 - Notorious KIM\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 220351\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n What?\n Here's another one\n What?\n What?\n Uh, here's another one\n\n Live from N-Y-C it's Q-B\n The heavyweight champ, female MC\n Girls say they different, but, uh, you see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick runnin' around with her stink-ass gat\n And her fake-ass raps, havin' panic attacks\n You ain't a star, and your record company know\n How you make all this money, get this far and blow?\n I'm a business woman now, so I'm not concerned\n I bet on Little Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days, I woulda been smacked you\n I'm gettin' money now, my bitches in the hood'll get at you\n Stop payin' these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream, I'll write a hot sixteen\n You better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit, I'ma make him snitch\n\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n Everybody wanna shine off Big, get it?\n Shyne, try to sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer, nigga, please, come off that\n I'm next up to bat, motherfuckers get they jaws tapped\n Bum-ass nigga\n Don't even know how to bust a gun-ass nigga\n Dumb-ass nigga\n Rappers actin' out the late Frank White's past\n Once they go to jail, they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat, doin' the dead man's float\n We gangstas, real gangstas, B\n Run up in your green room at BET\n We gangstas, real gangstas, nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangstas, we gangstas, bitch\n Even more dangerous, now we filthy rich\n\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch, you ain't big dick\n Now I'm pissed, niggas on some ten percent diss\n Well, shit, I'ma break it down like this\n Lotta rappers in the game, that's cool\n But, uh, only one of us could rule\n You see, it's sorta like bein' in school\n I'm valedictorian, y'all in the audience\n And I got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You local, bitch, I'm worldwide\n Can't you see? 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Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) 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lay down slow\n start_ms: 68740\n end_ms: 71460\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 71460\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: (Lil' Kim)\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75020\n- text: Uh, uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 75020\n end_ms: 76030\n- text: Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n start_ms: 76030\n end_ms: 76910\n- text: Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n start_ms: 76910\n end_ms: 79670\n- text: You ain't a murderer\n start_ms: 79670\n end_ms: 81420\n- text: Nigga please come off that\n start_ms: 81420\n end_ms: 82330\n- text: I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n start_ms: 82330\n end_ms: 85030\n- text: Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n start_ms: 85030\n end_ms: 88680\n- text: You dumb ass nigga\n start_ms: 88680\n end_ms: 89550\n- text: Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n start_ms: 89550\n end_ms: 91390\n- text: Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n start_ms: 91390\n end_ms: 94140\n- text: Never snitch, never 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147590\n end_ms: 148470\n- text: Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n start_ms: 148470\n end_ms: 150220\n- text: Lot of rappers in this game\n start_ms: 150220\n end_ms: 152030\n- text: That's cool but uh\n start_ms: 152030\n end_ms: 152950\n- text: Only one of us could rule\n start_ms: 152950\n end_ms: 154700\n- text: You see its sort of like being in school\n start_ms: 154700\n end_ms: 157510\n- text: I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n start_ms: 157510\n end_ms: 160240\n- text: And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n start_ms: 160240\n end_ms: 162000\n- text: You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n start_ms: 162000\n end_ms: 163840\n- text: You know bitch I'm worldwide\n start_ms: 163840\n end_ms: 167520\n- text: Can't you see?\n start_ms: 167520\n end_ms: 168470\n- text: Open your eyes\n start_ms: 168470\n end_ms: 169310\n- text: I got you by a landslide\n start_ms: 169310\n end_ms: 170230\n- text: Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n start_ms: 170230\n 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Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":24495824,"name":"Notorious Kim","trackName":"Notorious Kim","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorius KIM","duration":220.342857,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) 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lay down slow\n start_ms: 68740\n end_ms: 71460\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 71460\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: (Lil' Kim)\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75020\n- text: Uh, uh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 75020\n end_ms: 76030\n- text: Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n start_ms: 76030\n end_ms: 76910\n- text: Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n start_ms: 76910\n end_ms: 79670\n- text: You ain't a murderer\n start_ms: 79670\n end_ms: 81420\n- text: Nigga please come off that\n start_ms: 81420\n end_ms: 82330\n- text: I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n start_ms: 82330\n end_ms: 85030\n- text: Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n start_ms: 85030\n end_ms: 88680\n- text: You dumb ass nigga\n start_ms: 88680\n end_ms: 89550\n- text: Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n start_ms: 89550\n end_ms: 91390\n- text: Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n start_ms: 91390\n end_ms: 94140\n- text: Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n start_ms: 94140\n end_ms: 95990\n- text: I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n start_ms: 95990\n end_ms: 98670\n- text: We gangsters\n start_ms: 98670\n end_ms: 99580\n- text: Real gangsters b\n start_ms: 99580\n end_ms: 101380\n- text: Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n start_ms: 101380\n end_ms: 103100\n- text: We gangsters\n start_ms: 103100\n end_ms: 104930\n- text: Real gangsters nigga\n start_ms: 104930\n end_ms: 105870\n- text: Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n start_ms: 105870\n end_ms: 107660\n- text: We gangsters\n start_ms: 107660\n end_ms: 108560\n- text: We gangsters bitch\n start_ms: 108560\n end_ms: 110410\n- text: Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n start_ms: 110410\n end_ms: 112240\n- text: (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 112240\n end_ms: 113120\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 113120\n end_ms: 114970\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 114970\n end_ms: 117610\n- text: It's the 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147590\n end_ms: 148470\n- text: Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n start_ms: 148470\n end_ms: 150220\n- text: Lot of rappers in this game\n start_ms: 150220\n end_ms: 152030\n- text: That's cool but uh\n start_ms: 152030\n end_ms: 152950\n- text: Only one of us could rule\n start_ms: 152950\n end_ms: 154700\n- text: You see its sort of like being in school\n start_ms: 154700\n end_ms: 157510\n- text: I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n start_ms: 157510\n end_ms: 160240\n- text: And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n start_ms: 160240\n end_ms: 162000\n- text: You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n start_ms: 162000\n end_ms: 163840\n- text: You know bitch I'm worldwide\n start_ms: 163840\n end_ms: 167520\n- text: Can't you see?\n start_ms: 167520\n end_ms: 168470\n- text: Open your eyes\n start_ms: 168470\n end_ms: 169310\n- text: I got you by a landslide\n start_ms: 169310\n end_ms: 170230\n- text: Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n start_ms: 170230\n end_ms: 172020\n- text: Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n start_ms: 172020\n end_ms: 173830\n- text: Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n start_ms: 173830\n end_ms: 176510\n- text: All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n start_ms: 176510\n end_ms: 178340\n- text: (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n start_ms: 178340\n end_ms: 179280\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 179280\n end_ms: 181000\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 181000\n end_ms: 182880\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 182880\n end_ms: 185680\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 185680\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 191040\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 191040\n end_ms: 192890\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 192890\n end_ms: 193740\n- text: (Uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 193740\n end_ms: 195610\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 195610\nplain: |-\n (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n What?\n Here's another one\n What?\n (Uh-huh uh)\n What? Uh!\n Here's another one\n (Uh-huh)\n Uh! Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":25591753,"name":"03 - Lil' Kim - Who's Number One","trackName":"03 - Lil' Kim - Who's Number One","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"The Notorious Kim","duration":253.7796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Puff Daddy]\nLadies and gentleman\n(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)\nOne-two, this thing on right here\n(We ain't gonna stop)\nCan y'all hear me out there?\n(And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)\nLadies and gentleman without further adieu\n(It's our time)\nI'd like to introduce to you, my bitch\n\n[Lil' Kim]\nFuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap\nI'm back, and I'm about to murder cats\nTrying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down\nI cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah\nYou broke hoes need to throw in the towel\nLife's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel\nWho me? That's none of your concern\nLike ashes in the urn, more money to burn\nDamn my ass is firm, stay away from germs\nPussy flawless, get wetted in worms\nIf you only knew like Aaliyah\nHow your man be hawking me and stalking me\nWhen he fucking you he see me\nEvery crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey\nEasy, believe me, my words is credible\nAsk Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable\nDon't let the QB get a hold of your guy\nSex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die\n\n1 - [Lil' Kim]\nI guess you know by now who's number one\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n(Number one)\nSo if you got beef better think again\n(Number one)\nCause you can't win\n(You can't win)\n\nRepeat 1\n\nYour so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers\nEven with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane\nI moved on to bigger and better things\nY'all still making minimum wage\nFirst on stage, like the ever I graze\nLeave you amazed\nAnd keep the fifth by the rib cage\nAll you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes\nStill trying to recoup from the first album ass holes\nYou's a gangster, prove it\nWanna shoot me, do it\nThat's word than Jerry McGuire\nI'll set that ass on fire\nThat's how you work with barbed wire\nCarve my name in your face\nPour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station\nY'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme\nCocoa butter crème\nThat's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine\nLow self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent\nYour's is satisfactory return them to the factory\nI mean practically, the shit is whack for me\nMama bear, finally out of hibernating\nHere to tell you chicks to stop tailgating\n\nRepeat 1 (2x)\n\n[Lil' Kim]\nIt's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A\nOften tipsy, cabin in Percipsy\nI've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two\nNothing left to do\nMove it in there, cathedral ceilings\nDon't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings\nP Diddy introduced me to the business side\nFired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills\nThat's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill\nDoin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels\nStill on tricycles, riding bicycles\nOur diamonds be so white they look like icicles\nI'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts\nOn the countdown, don't make me laugh\nGot my own company, I'm chief of the staff\nThey say we twins then I'm the better half\nI'm nasty worse than Howard Stern\nThis court is adjourned\nAnd now it's your turn bitch\n\nRepeat 1 (2x)\n\n[Puff Daddy]\nCan you feel me?\nI just wanna know if y'all can feel me\nI just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there\nIt's not a game, we're back\nAnd this time we're not going anywhere\nNumber one, that's my bitch\nRecognize! Ya feel me?\nYeah, yeah, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.08] Ladies and gentleman\n[00:03.87] (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)\n[00:05.64] One-two, this thing on right here\n[00:07.77] (We ain't gonna stop)\n[00:08.68] Can y'all hear me out there?\n[00:10.48] (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)\n[00:14.33] Ladies and gentleman without further adieu\n[00:16.13] (It's our time)\n[00:17.08] I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch\n[00:21.56] Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap\n[00:23.42] I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats\n[00:26.17] Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down\n[00:28.82] I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah\n[00:31.56] You broke hoes need to throw in the towel\n[00:34.21] Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel\n[00:37.07] Who me? That's none of your concern\n[00:39.73] Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn\n[00:41.56] Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs\n[00:45.26] Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms\n[00:47.01] If you only knew like Aaliyah\n[00:49.79] How your man be hawking me and stalking me\n[00:52.53] When he fucking you he see me\n[00:55.22] Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey\n[00:57.97] Easy, believe me, my words is credible\n[01:00.72] Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable\n[01:03.43] Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy\n[01:05.24] Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die\n[01:08.93] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[01:10.79] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[01:13.49] (Number one)\n[01:14.40] So if you got beef better think again\n[01:16.16] (Number one)\n[01:17.06] Cause you can't win\n[01:17.94] (You can't win)\n[01:18.94] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[01:21.64] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[01:23.42] (Number one)\n[01:24.37] So if you got beef better think again\n[01:26.18] (Number one)\n[01:27.10] Cause you can't win\n[01:28.94] (You can't win)\n[01:29.80] Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers\n[01:32.57] Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane\n[01:36.16] I moved on to bigger and better things\n[01:38.07] Y'all still making minimum wage\n[01:39.87] First on stage, like the ever I graze\n[01:42.53] Leave you amazed\n[01:44.30] And keep the fifth by the rib cage\n[01:46.13] All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes\n[01:47.90] Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes\n[01:51.62] You's a gangster, prove it\n[01:52.53] Wanna shoot me, do it\n[01:53.44] That's word than Jerry McGuire\n[01:55.24] I'll set that ass on fire\n[01:56.11] That's how you work with barbed wire\n[01:57.96] Carve my name in your face\n[01:58.98] Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station\n[02:01.66] Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme\n[02:05.29] Cocoa butter creme\n[02:07.07] That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine\n[02:08.95] Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent\n[02:11.69] Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory\n[02:15.24] I mean practically, the shit is whack for me\n[02:17.12] Mama bear, finally out of hibernating\n[02:19.82] Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating\n[02:22.58] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[02:25.27] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[02:27.64] (Number one)\n[02:28.56] So if you got beef better think again\n[02:29.46] (Number one)\n[02:30.34] Cause you can't win\n[02:32.10] (You can't win)\n[02:33.16] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[02:35.81] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[02:37.67] (Number one)\n[02:38.53] So if you got beef better think again\n[02:40.38] (Number one)\n[02:41.21] Cause you can't win\n[02:43.14] (You can't win)\n[02:44.02] It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A\n[02:46.71] Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy\n[02:48.56] I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two\n[02:52.26] Nothing left to do\n[02:54.05] Move it in there, cathedral ceilings\n[02:56.71] Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings\n[02:59.47] P Diddy introduced me to the business side\n[03:02.22] Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills\n[03:04.99] That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill\n[03:07.63] Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels\n[03:10.32] Still on tricycles, riding bicycles\n[03:13.17] Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles\n[03:15.89] I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts\n[03:18.50] On the countdown, don't make me laugh\n[03:20.41] Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff\n[03:23.12] They say we twins then I'm the better half\n[03:25.82] I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern\n[03:28.50] This court is adjourned\n[03:30.49] And now it's your turn bitch\n[03:31.36] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[03:34.06] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[03:35.84] (Number one)\n[03:36.71] So if you got beef better think again\n[03:38.57] (Number one)\n[03:39.51] Cause you can't win\n[03:40.42] (You can't win)\n[03:42.24] I guess you know by now who's number one\n[03:44.04] Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n[03:45.81] (Number one)\n[03:47.65] So if you got beef better think again\n[03:49.58] (Number one)\n[03:50.43] Cause you can't win\n[03:51.36] (You can't win)\n[03:54.05] Can you feel me?\n[03:55.89] I just wanna know if y'all can feel me\n[03:59.32] I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there\n[04:03.06] It's not a game, we're back\n[04:06.67] And this time we're not going anywhere\n[04:07.75] Number one, that's my bitch\n[04:08.66] Recognize! 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Ya feel me?\n start_ms: 248660\n end_ms: 248800\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 248800\n end_ms: 249870\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249870\nplain: |-\n [Puff Daddy]\n Ladies and gentleman\n (Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)\n One-two, this thing on right here\n (We ain't gonna stop)\n Can y'all hear me out there?\n (And we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)\n Ladies and gentleman without further adieu\n (It's our time)\n I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch\n\n [Lil' Kim]\n Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap\n I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats\n Trying to take my crown, I ain't letting that go down\n I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah\n You broke hoes need to throw in the towel\n Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel\n Who me? That's none of your concern\n Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn\n Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs\n Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms\n If you only knew like Aaliyah\n How your man be hawking me and stalking me\n When he fucking you he see me\n Every crack valve or record he sell I get a piecey\n Easy, believe me, my words is credible\n Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable\n Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy\n Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die\n\n 1 - [Lil' Kim]\n I guess you know by now who's number one\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from\n (Number one)\n So if you got beef better think again\n (Number one)\n Cause you can't win\n (You can't win)\n\n Repeat 1\n\n Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers\n Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane\n I moved on to bigger and better things\n Y'all still making minimum wage\n First on stage, like the ever I graze\n Leave you amazed\n And keep the fifth by the rib cage\n All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes\n Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes\n You's a gangster, prove it\n Wanna shoot me, do it\n That's word than Jerry McGuire\n I'll set that ass on fire\n That's how you work with barbed wire\n Carve my name in your face\n Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station\n Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like polyeurotheme\n Cocoa butter crème\n That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine\n Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent\n Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory\n I mean practically, the shit is whack for me\n Mama bear, finally out of hibernating\n Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating\n\n Repeat 1 (2x)\n\n [Lil' Kim]\n It's the B-I-G-M-A-M-A\n Often tipsy, cabin in Percipsy\n I've been in this shit since Biz hit the, one-two\n Nothing left to do\n Move it in there, cathedral ceilings\n Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings\n P Diddy introduced me to the business side\n Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills\n That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill\n Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels\n Still on tricycles, riding bicycles\n Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles\n I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts\n On the countdown, don't make me laugh\n Got my own company, I'm chief of the staff\n They say we twins then I'm the better half\n I'm nasty worse than Howard Stern\n This court is adjourned\n And now it's your turn bitch\n\n Repeat 1 (2x)\n\n [Puff Daddy]\n Can you feel me?\n I just wanna know if y'all can feel me\n I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there\n It's not a game, we're back\n And this time we're not going anywhere\n Number one, that's my bitch\n Recognize! Ya feel me?\n Yeah, yeah, yeah\n"},{"id":33127907,"name":"Notorious Kim","trackName":"Notorious Kim","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n[02:59.28] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:01.00] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:02.88] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:05.68] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:07.45] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:11.04] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:12.89] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[03:13.74] (Uh, uh, uh)\n[03:15.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Notorious Kim\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious\n duration_ms: 220000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 3570\n end_ms: 7250\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 7250\n end_ms: 8140\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 8140\n end_ms: 10810\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 10810\n end_ms: 12650\n- text: (Uh-huh uh)\n start_ms: 12650\n end_ms: 13500\n- text: What? Uh!\n start_ms: 13500\n end_ms: 15380\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 15380\n end_ms: 16260\n- text: (Uh-huh)\n start_ms: 16260\n end_ms: 18080\n- text: Uh! 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Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":11975658,"name":"Notorious Kim","trackName":"Notorious Kim","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious K.I.M.","duration":220.3059968,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.51] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.29] What?\n[00:08.11] Here's another one\n[00:10.82] What?\n[00:12.60] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.53] What? Uh!\n[00:15.35] Here's another one\n[00:16.20] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.02] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.92] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.75] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.36] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.00] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.79] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.49] And your record company know that\n[00:35.29] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.15] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.64] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.24] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.84] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.51] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.37] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.22] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.12] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.04] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.96] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.67] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.39] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.08] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.72] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.42] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.18] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.08] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.00] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.90] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.66] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.43] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.36] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.02] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.65] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.38] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.17] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.96] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.56] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.32] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.11] We gangsters\n[01:44.95] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.84] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.68] We gangsters\n[01:48.55] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.49] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.22] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.68] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.13] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.77] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.65] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.46] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.32] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.20] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.03] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.76] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.54] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.49] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.23] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.02] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.94] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.58] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.27] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.02] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.83] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.41] Open your eyes\n[02:49.39] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.21] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.03] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.87] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.55] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.32] (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n[02:59.22] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:01.08] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:02.89] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:05.60] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:07.43] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[03:11.06] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[03:12.86] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[03:13.79] (Uh, uh, uh)\n[03:15.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Notorious Kim\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious K.I.M.\n duration_ms: 220306\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 3510\n end_ms: 7290\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 7290\n end_ms: 8110\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 8110\n end_ms: 10820\n- text: What?\n start_ms: 10820\n end_ms: 12600\n- text: (Uh-huh uh)\n start_ms: 12600\n end_ms: 13530\n- text: What? Uh!\n start_ms: 13530\n end_ms: 15350\n- text: Here's another one\n start_ms: 15350\n end_ms: 16200\n- text: (Uh-huh)\n start_ms: 16200\n end_ms: 18020\n- text: Uh! 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Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":1358696,"name":"Notorious Kim","trackName":"Notorious Kim","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious K.I.M.","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\nWhat?\nHere's another one\nWhat?\n(Uh-huh uh)\nWhat? Uh!\nHere's another one\n(Uh-huh)\nUh! Uh!\n\nLive from NYC it's Q.B.\nThe heavy weight champ female emcee\nGirls say they different but uh see\nIn all actuality they wanna be me\nThis chick running around with this stink ass gap\nAnd them fake ass raps having panic attacks\nYou ain't a star\nAnd your record company know that\nHow you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\nI'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\nI'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\nIf this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\nI'm getting money now\nThem bitches in the hood they can have you\nStop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\nFor the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\nBetter be careful what you say to me\nThat same shit you shit\nI'mma make you sniff\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh, uh\nEverybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\nGet it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\nYou ain't a murderer\nNigga please come off that\nI'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\nBum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\nYou dumb ass nigga\nRappers acting out the late Frank White's path\nOnce they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\nNever snitch, never send a nigga to jail\nI'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters b\nGun in the greenroom up at BET\nWe gangsters\nReal gangsters nigga\nKill you and cut the head off your babysitter\nWe gangsters\nWe gangsters bitch\nEven more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n(Lil' Kim)\nUh, uh, uh\nThe moral of the story is this\nYou ain't queen bitch\nAnd you ain't BIG dick\nNow I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\nWell shit I'mma break it down like this\nLot of rappers in this game\nThat's cool but uh\nOnly one of us could rule\nYou see its sort of like being in school\nI'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\nAnd I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\nYou got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\nYou know bitch I'm worldwide\nCan't you see?\nOpen your eyes\nI got you by a landslide\nY'all mad cause niggas love my style\nColgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\nCats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\nAll my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nIt's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\nU-S, you just lay down slow\nUh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n(Uh, uh, uh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.57] (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:07.25] What?\n[00:08.14] Here's another one\n[00:10.81] What?\n[00:12.65] (Uh-huh uh)\n[00:13.50] What? Uh!\n[00:15.38] Here's another one\n[00:16.26] (Uh-huh)\n[00:18.08] Uh! Uh!\n[00:18.94] Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n[00:20.78] The heavy weight champ female emcee\n[00:23.52] Girls say they different but uh see\n[00:25.35] In all actuality they wanna be me\n[00:28.06] This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n[00:30.71] And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n[00:32.55] You ain't a star\n[00:33.46] And your record company know that\n[00:35.23] How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n[00:37.18] I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n[00:39.84] I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n[00:41.69] If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n[00:45.22] I'm getting money now\n[00:46.14] Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n[00:47.08] Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n[00:48.85] For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n[00:51.53] Better be careful what you say to me\n[00:53.33] That same shit you shit\n[00:55.28] I'mma make you sniff\n[00:56.15] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:57.05] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[00:57.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:00.62] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:03.31] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:06.01] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:08.74] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:11.46] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[01:14.12] (Lil' Kim)\n[01:15.02] Uh, uh, uh, uh\n[01:16.03] Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n[01:16.91] Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n[01:19.67] You ain't a murderer\n[01:21.42] Nigga please come off that\n[01:22.33] I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n[01:25.03] Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n[01:28.68] You dumb ass nigga\n[01:29.55] Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n[01:31.39] Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n[01:34.14] Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n[01:35.99] I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n[01:38.67] We gangsters\n[01:39.58] Real gangsters b\n[01:41.38] Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n[01:43.10] We gangsters\n[01:44.93] Real gangsters nigga\n[01:45.87] Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n[01:47.66] We gangsters\n[01:48.56] We gangsters bitch\n[01:50.41] Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n[01:52.24] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:53.12] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[01:54.97] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[01:57.61] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:00.35] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:02.18] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:04.93] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:06.79] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:09.45] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:11.26] It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n[02:13.92] U-S, you just lay down slow\n[02:16.68] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n[02:18.47] (Lil' Kim)\n[02:19.39] Uh, uh, uh\n[02:21.12] The moral of the story is this\n[02:23.00] You ain't queen bitch\n[02:25.73] And you ain't BIG dick\n[02:27.59] Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n[02:28.47] Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n[02:30.22] Lot of rappers in this game\n[02:32.03] That's cool but uh\n[02:32.95] Only one of us could rule\n[02:34.70] You see its sort of like being in school\n[02:37.51] I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n[02:40.24] And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n[02:42.00] You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n[02:43.84] You know bitch I'm worldwide\n[02:47.52] Can't you see?\n[02:48.47] Open your eyes\n[02:49.31] I got you by a landslide\n[02:50.23] Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n[02:52.02] Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n[02:53.83] Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n[02:56.51] All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n[02:58.34] (Notorious B.I.G.) 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end_ms: 172020\n- text: Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n start_ms: 172020\n end_ms: 173830\n- text: Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n start_ms: 173830\n end_ms: 176510\n- text: All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n start_ms: 176510\n end_ms: 178340\n- text: (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n start_ms: 178340\n end_ms: 179280\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 179280\n end_ms: 181000\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 181000\n end_ms: 182880\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 182880\n end_ms: 185680\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 185680\n end_ms: 187450\n- text: It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n start_ms: 187450\n end_ms: 191040\n- text: U-S, you just lay down slow\n start_ms: 191040\n end_ms: 192890\n- text: Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n start_ms: 192890\n end_ms: 193740\n- text: (Uh, uh, uh)\n start_ms: 193740\n end_ms: 195610\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 195610\nplain: |-\n (Lil' Kim) (Notorious B.I.G.)\n What?\n Here's another one\n What?\n (Uh-huh uh)\n What? Uh!\n Here's another one\n (Uh-huh)\n Uh! Uh!\n\n Live from NYC it's Q.B.\n The heavy weight champ female emcee\n Girls say they different but uh see\n In all actuality they wanna be me\n This chick running around with this stink ass gap\n And them fake ass raps having panic attacks\n You ain't a star\n And your record company know that\n How you make all this money you just fart and blow it?\n I'm a business woman now so I'm not concerned\n I'd bet on Lil' Cease before you and your firm\n If this was back in the days I would've been snatched you\n I'm getting money now\n Them bitches in the hood they can have you\n Stop paying these niggas to write y'all shit\n For the right cream I'd write a hot sixteen\n Better be careful what you say to me\n That same shit you shit\n I'mma make you sniff\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh, uh\n Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG\n Get it, Shyne try-na sound like him when they rhyme\n You ain't a murderer\n Nigga please come off that\n I'm next up to bat motherfuckers get their jaws tapped\n Bum ass nigga don't even know how to bust a gun ass nigga\n You dumb ass nigga\n Rappers acting out the late Frank White's path\n Once they get in jail they get fucked in the ass\n Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail\n I'd rather find him by a boat doing the deadman's float\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters b\n Gun in the greenroom up at BET\n We gangsters\n Real gangsters nigga\n Kill you and cut the head off your babysitter\n We gangsters\n We gangsters bitch\n Even more dangerous now we're filthy rich\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n\n (Lil' Kim)\n Uh, uh, uh\n The moral of the story is this\n You ain't queen bitch\n And you ain't BIG dick\n Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10% diss\n Well shit I'mma break it down like this\n Lot of rappers in this game\n That's cool but uh\n Only one of us could rule\n You see its sort of like being in school\n I'm valedictorian y'all in the audience\n And I've got nine hundred and ninety-nine votes\n You got nine hundred and ninety-nine notes\n You know bitch I'm worldwide\n Can't you see?\n Open your eyes\n I got you by a landslide\n Y'all mad cause niggas love my style\n Colgate smile, I'm a bad bitch child\n Cats be frontin' like they one tough cookie\n All my real g's do the gangsta boogie\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.) (Kim)\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n It's the N-O-T-O-R-I-O\n U-S, you just lay down slow\n Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh\n (Uh, uh, uh)\n"},{"id":35237046,"name":"Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\nHeh, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nFivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\nThen she handed me the note\n\n\"Here, read this\"\nI just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\nThen I opened it, it said\n\"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\nI'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\nBesides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\nWhat's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\nIt's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\nAsking me for money day in, day out\nAnd last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n\"I wanna go with you\"\n\"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n\"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\nSix hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\nCrazy baguettes in my burettes\nAnd H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\nFuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\nDiamonds on my toes, X and O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\nMake 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\nI'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\nEver seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n\"You know what? I like you, you little big person\nRule number one, no cursing\nAnyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\nWhen I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nHmm, 917-582-122\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\nI mean, what's this all about?\"\n\"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\nThe other day when I was coming out the grocery store\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\nTied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\nOoh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\nIt's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\nShe have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\nAnd when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (featurin' Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n \"Who are you?\"\n \"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n \"Who sent you?\"\n \"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\n Heh, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Fivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\n Then she handed me the note\n\n \"Here, read this\"\n I just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\n Then I opened it, it said\n \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\n I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\n Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\n What's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\n It's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\n Asking me for money day in, day out\n And last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n \"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n \"I wanna go with you\"\n \"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n \"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\n Six hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\n Crazy baguettes in my burettes\n And H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n Diamonds on my toes, X and O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\n Make 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\n I'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\n Ever seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n \"You know what? I like you, you little big person\n Rule number one, no cursing\n Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\n When I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Hmm, 917-582-122\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\n I mean, what's this all about?\"\n \"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\n The other day when I was coming out the grocery store\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\n Tied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\n Ooh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\n It's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\n She have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\n And when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n 'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n"},{"id":35172212,"name":"Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n\"Who are you?\"\n\"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\nHeh, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nFivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\nThen she handed me the note\n\n\"Here, read this\"\nI just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\nThen I opened it, it said\n\"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\nI'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\nBesides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\nWhat's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\nIt's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\nAsking me for money day in, day out\nAnd last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n\"I wanna go with you\"\n\"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n\"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\nSix hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\nCrazy baguettes in my burettes\nAnd H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\nFuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\nDiamonds on my toes, X and O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\nMake 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\nI'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\nEver seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n\"You know what? I like you, you little big person\nRule number one, no cursing\nAnyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\nWhen I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nHmm, 917-582-122\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\nI mean, what's this all about?\"\n\"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\nThe other day when I was coming out the grocery store\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n\"Hello?\"\n\n\"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\nTied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\nOoh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\nIt's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\nShe have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\nAnd when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\nGirls be acting stink and mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\nI know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot (featuring Lil' Shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a Glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise, I saw these two familiar eyes\n \"Who are you?\"\n \"What up? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\"\n\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n\n \"Who sent you?\"\n \"My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack and warned for a shotty\"\n\n Heh, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Fivari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my mink ski suit\n Then she handed me the note\n\n \"Here, read this\"\n I just stared her up and down 'cause I couldn't believe it\n Then I opened it, it said\n \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends put a bomb in your Benz\n I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\n Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get gone\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waiting for? Come on, let's get it on\n What's taking you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n\n It's snowing and I'm trying to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n\n Asking me for money day in, day out\n And last but not least, the grimiest one, Taisha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n \"Come on, Shanice, I'm taking you to my house in El Con\"\n \"I wanna go with you\"\n \"Uh, be quiet, we will get along fine\"\n \"Come on, please, I wanna be just like you\n\n Six hundred Mercedes and 380s in my doll babies\n Crazy baguettes in my burettes\n And H-Class rocks inside my baby G-Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lambchops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n Diamonds on my toes, X and O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Little Neek and dust, then take the toys I rust\n Make 'em spend they cheese, then kick 'em out to take the bus\n I'm the S, the H, the A, the N, the I, the C, the E\n\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n\n Ever seen a professional? Uh-huh, well I'm the queen\n \"You know what? I like you, you little big person\n Rule number one, no cursing\n Anyway, what you know about that? You too young for that\n When I was your age, I would've got hung for that\"\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Hmm, 917-582-122\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yo, what's the deal? Why these bitches bugging out?\n\n I mean, what's this all about?\"\n \"See, it's sort of like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why I ain't your friends no more\n The other day when I was coming out the grocery store\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\n \"Hello?\"\n\n \"Yep, then I choked the bitch out, at least one to the heart\n Tied up her hands and feet, threw her in my back seat\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you let me fail, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n\n Ooh, when Aunt Dot comes, oh brother\n It's like five Bloody Marys one after another\n\n She have you stressed, no wearing white, no sex\n And when she get vexed, guess what happens next?\n 'Cause them other two girls that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n Girls be acting stink and mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain and pop a Humphrey\n I know it hurts (I'm killing y'all)\n"},{"id":33013628,"name":"Lil' Drummer Boy (Featuring Cee-lo of Goodie Mob & Redman)","trackName":"Lil' Drummer Boy (Featuring Cee-lo of Goodie Mob & Redman)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"Notorious Kim","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Will the court please rise?\nJudge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n\nYour honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\nShe has shown a blatant disregard for the law\nAnd has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\nFor the vicious acts\nShe should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n\nPardon me your honor\nMay I address the bench?\nThey try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\nExcuse my persona\nI may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\nEver since I killed 'em\nI ain't been in trouble since\nIt wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\nHe killed my best friend\n(Who's him?)\nI mean them\nThey was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\nThey had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\nAnd a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\nSee them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\nI was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\nI heard (Stop!) three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\nThey sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n(Oh she's lying!)\nLying? Blood was gushing on the floor\nFingerprints all on the door\nNeed I say more?\nPulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\nPloom! Queen off her toes\nThey fell down like dominoes\nI think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\nWhat was I do?\nSit back and just take this?\nYo I tell you now\nIf I lose this debate\nLike in Dead Presidents\nI'm going out like Lorenz Tate\nSee I ain't gon be stupid\nI'm gon take all y'all to the shift\nI should be able to say what I want\nWhat the fuck I plead the fifth (Now Kim, Kim)\nFuck that Cee-lo\nI got to save the world\nThe first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n\nUh with all due respect your honor\nExcuse my client's temperament\nWho has had social intelligence?\nWith so much innocence we have to implement\nShe was slightly out of place\nBut if you grant us a grain of your grace\nI'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\nImagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\nThe same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\nYour children, your lovely wife\nI mean look at her\nThe only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things that I've seen (That I've seen)\nAnd Lord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things I've seen, ooh\nIf you only knew the things I've been through\nOh yeah\nYou'd know why (Order! Order! Order!)\nYou'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry (Order! Order! Order!)\n\nOrder in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\nAnd the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\nThe men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\nHungry to see another black motherfucker shot\nThey ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\nEven Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n(He was in on it too!)\nYeah (Yeah guess I should've known)\nYeah, objection your honor\nYo objection overruled\nI know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\nTo give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\nNow that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\nFuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State\nAngela Bobbett's cake compared to you\nAnd Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\nSo they took precautions\nGrenades from all force and\nProfessional marksman with four fours of war hymn\nBut you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\nShot back other bitches would've folded up\nNow that's my kind of bitch\nI know I'm the judge\nBut I love that bitch\nAnd I'm coming with her\nCreme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\nResign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\nLook it's a setup\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right behind you baby)\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right here with you man)\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things I've seen, ooh\nIf you only knew the things I've been through","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.19] Will the court please rise?\n[00:38.93] Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n[00:44.23] Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\n[00:48.64] She has shown a blatant disregard for the law\n[00:51.99] And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\n[00:57.13] For the vicious acts\n[00:59.11] She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n[01:04.83] Pardon me your honor\n[01:06.14] May I address the bench?\n[01:07.69] They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\n[01:10.88] Excuse my persona\n[01:13.35] I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\n[01:16.40] Ever since I killed 'em\n[01:17.64] I ain't been in trouble since\n[01:19.18] It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\n[01:22.07] He killed my best friend\n[01:23.46] (Who's him?)\n[01:24.04] I mean them\n[01:24.96] They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\n[01:27.74] They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\n[01:30.61] And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\n[01:33.37] See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\n[01:36.48] I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\n[01:39.12] I heard (Stop!) three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\n[01:42.38] They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n[01:44.96] (Oh she's lying!)\n[01:46.12] Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor\n[01:48.14] Fingerprints all on the door\n[01:49.52] Need I say more?\n[01:51.08] Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\n[01:53.90] Ploom! Queen off her toes\n[01:55.50] They fell down like dominoes\n[01:56.99] I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\n[01:59.82] What was I do?\n[02:01.13] Sit back and just take this?\n[02:02.98] Yo I tell you now\n[02:04.36] If I lose this debate\n[02:05.55] Like in Dead Presidents\n[02:06.80] I'm going out like Lorenz Tate\n[02:08.49] See I ain't gon be stupid\n[02:09.83] I'm gon take all y'all to the shift\n[02:11.29] I should be able to say what I want\n[02:13.15] What the fuck I plead the fifth (Now Kim, Kim)\n[02:14.43] Fuck that Cee-lo\n[02:15.92] I got to save the world\n[02:17.23] The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n[02:20.19] Uh with all due respect your honor\n[02:21.48] Excuse my client's temperament\n[02:22.95] Who has had social intelligence?\n[02:24.55] With so much innocence we have to implement\n[02:26.11] She was slightly out of place\n[02:27.66] But if you grant us a grain of your grace\n[02:29.10] I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\n[02:31.99] Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\n[02:34.57] The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\n[02:37.59] Your children, your lovely wife\n[02:39.75] I mean look at her\n[02:40.79] The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n[02:42.83] Lord I cry, I cry\n[02:45.26] From the things that I've seen (That I've seen)\n[02:48.76] And Lord I cry, I cry\n[02:50.41] From the things I've seen, ooh\n[02:53.86] If you only knew the things I've been through\n[02:58.56] Oh yeah\n[02:59.94] You'd know why (Order! Order! Order!)\n[03:02.69] You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry (Order! Order! Order!)\n[03:07.05] Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\n[03:09.70] And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\n[03:12.53] The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\n[03:15.54] Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot\n[03:18.28] They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\n[03:21.16] Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n[03:24.13] (He was in on it too!)\n[03:25.24] Yeah (Yeah guess I should've known)\n[03:26.68] Yeah, objection your honor\n[03:28.65] Yo objection overruled\n[03:29.95] I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\n[03:32.88] To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\n[03:35.62] Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\n[03:38.52] Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State\n[03:41.51] Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you\n[03:44.24] And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\n[03:47.07] So they took precautions\n[03:48.62] Grenades from all force and\n[03:50.33] Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn\n[03:53.54] But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\n[03:55.81] Shot back other bitches would've folded up\n[03:58.87] Now that's my kind of bitch\n[04:00.52] I know I'm the judge\n[04:01.73] But I love that bitch\n[04:03.33] And I'm coming with her\n[04:04.58] Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\n[04:07.45] Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\n[04:10.89] Look it's a setup\n[04:12.15] Yo Kim come on\n[04:13.69] (I'm right behind you baby)\n[04:14.18] Yo Kim come on\n[04:15.58] (I'm right here with you man)\n[04:16.19] Lord I cry, I cry\n[04:18.01] From the things I've seen, ooh\n[04:21.34] If you only knew the things I've been through\n[04:26.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lil' Drummer Boy (Featuring Cee-lo of Goodie Mob & Redman)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: Notorious Kim\n duration_ms: 272000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Will the court please rise?\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38930\n- text: Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n start_ms: 38930\n end_ms: 44230\n- text: Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\n start_ms: 44230\n end_ms: 48640\n- text: She has shown a blatant disregard for the law\n start_ms: 48640\n end_ms: 51990\n- text: And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\n start_ms: 51990\n end_ms: 57130\n- text: For the vicious acts\n start_ms: 57130\n end_ms: 59110\n- text: She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n start_ms: 59110\n end_ms: 64830\n- text: Pardon me your honor\n start_ms: 64830\n end_ms: 66140\n- text: May I address the bench?\n start_ms: 66140\n end_ms: 67690\n- text: They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\n start_ms: 67690\n end_ms: 70880\n- text: Excuse my persona\n start_ms: 70880\n end_ms: 73350\n- text: I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\n start_ms: 73350\n end_ms: 76400\n- text: Ever since I killed 'em\n start_ms: 76400\n end_ms: 77640\n- text: I ain't been in trouble since\n start_ms: 77640\n end_ms: 79180\n- text: It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\n start_ms: 79180\n end_ms: 82070\n- text: He killed my best friend\n start_ms: 82070\n end_ms: 83460\n- text: (Who's him?)\n start_ms: 83460\n end_ms: 84040\n- text: I mean them\n start_ms: 84040\n end_ms: 84960\n- text: They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\n start_ms: 84960\n end_ms: 87740\n- text: They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\n start_ms: 87740\n end_ms: 90610\n- text: And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\n start_ms: 90610\n end_ms: 93370\n- text: See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\n start_ms: 93370\n end_ms: 96480\n- text: I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\n start_ms: 96480\n end_ms: 99120\n- text: I heard (Stop!) three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\n start_ms: 99120\n end_ms: 102380\n- text: They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n start_ms: 102380\n end_ms: 104960\n- text: (Oh she's lying!)\n start_ms: 104960\n end_ms: 106120\n- text: Lying? 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Now you're the new Enemy of the State\n Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you\n And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\n So they took precautions\n Grenades from all force and\n Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn\n But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\n Shot back other bitches would've folded up\n Now that's my kind of bitch\n I know I'm the judge\n But I love that bitch\n And I'm coming with her\n Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\n Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\n Look it's a setup\n Yo Kim come on\n (I'm right behind you baby)\n Yo Kim come on\n (I'm right here with you man)\n\n Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things I've seen, ooh\n If you only knew the things I've been through\n"},{"id":3736804,"name":"Lil’ Drummer Boy","trackName":"Lil’ Drummer Boy","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Will the court please rise?\nJudge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n\nYour honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\nShe has shown a blatant disregard for the law\nAnd has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\nFor the vicious acts\nShe should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n\nPardon me your honor\nMay I address the bench?\nThey try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\nExcuse my persona\nI may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\nEver since I killed 'em\nI ain't been in trouble since\nIt wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\nHe killed my best friend\n(Who's him?)\nI mean them\nThey was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\nThey had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\nAnd a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\nSee them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\nI was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\n(Stop!)\nI heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\nThey sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n(Oh she's lying!)\nLying? Blood was gushing on the floor\nFingerprints all on the door\nNeed I say more?\nPulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\nPloom! Queen off her toes\nThey fell down like dominoes\nI think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\nWhat was I do?\nSit back and just take this?\nYo I tell you now\nIf I lose this debate\nLike in Dead Presidents\nI'm going out like Lorenz Tate\nSee I ain't gon be stupid\nI'm gon take all y'all to the shift\nI should be able to say what I want\nWhat the fuck I plead the fifth\n(Now Kim, Kim)\nFuck that Cee-lo\nI got to save the world\nThe first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n\nUh with all due respect your honor\nExcuse my client's temperament\nWho has had social intelligence?\nWith so much innocence we have to implement\nShe was slightly out of place\nBut if you grant us a grain of your grace\nI'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\nImagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\nThe same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\nYour children, your lovely wife\nI mean look at her\nThe only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things that I've seen\nThat I've seen\nAnd Lord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things I've seen, ooh\nIf you only knew the things I've been through\nOh yeah\nYou'd know why\nYou'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry\n\nOrder! Order! Order!\nOrder! Order! Order!\nOrder in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\nAnd the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\nThe men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\nHungry to see another black motherfucker shot\nThey ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\nEven Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n(He was in on it too!)\nYeah\n(I should've known)\nYeah\n(Objection your honor)\nYo objection overruled\nI know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\nTo give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\nNow that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\nFuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State\nAngela Bobbett's cake compared to you\nAnd Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\nSo they took precautions\nGrenades from all force and\nProfessional marksman with four fours of war hymn\nBut you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\nShot back other bitches would've folded up\nNow that's my kind of bitch\nI know I'm the judge\nBut I love that bitch\nAnd I'm coming with her\nCreme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\nResign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\nLook it's a setup\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right behind you baby)\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right here with you man)\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things that I've seen\nThat I've seen...","syncedLyrics":"[00:36.19] Will the court please rise?\n[00:38.93] Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n[00:44.23] Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\n[00:48.64] She has shown a blatant disregard for the law\n[00:51.99] And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\n[00:57.13] For the vicious acts\n[00:59.11] She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n[01:04.83] Pardon me your honor\n[01:06.14] May I address the bench?\n[01:07.69] They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\n[01:10.88] Excuse my persona\n[01:13.35] I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\n[01:16.40] Ever since I killed 'em\n[01:17.64] I ain't been in trouble since\n[01:19.18] It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\n[01:22.07] He killed my best friend\n[01:23.46] (Who's him?)\n[01:24.04] I mean them\n[01:24.96] They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\n[01:27.74] They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\n[01:30.61] And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\n[01:33.37] See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\n[01:36.48] I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\n[01:39.12] I heard (Stop!) three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\n[01:42.38] They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n[01:44.96] (Oh she's lying!)\n[01:46.12] Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor\n[01:48.14] Fingerprints all on the door\n[01:49.52] Need I say more?\n[01:51.08] Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\n[01:53.90] Ploom! Queen off her toes\n[01:55.50] They fell down like dominoes\n[01:56.99] I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\n[01:59.82] What was I do?\n[02:01.13] Sit back and just take this?\n[02:02.98] Yo I tell you now\n[02:04.36] If I lose this debate\n[02:05.55] Like in Dead Presidents\n[02:06.80] I'm going out like Lorenz Tate\n[02:08.49] See I ain't gon be stupid\n[02:09.83] I'm gon take all y'all to the shift\n[02:11.29] I should be able to say what I want\n[02:13.15] What the fuck I plead the fifth (Now Kim, Kim)\n[02:14.43] Fuck that Cee-lo\n[02:15.92] I got to save the world\n[02:17.23] The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n[02:20.19] Uh with all due respect your honor\n[02:21.48] Excuse my client's temperament\n[02:22.95] Who has had social intelligence?\n[02:24.55] With so much innocence we have to implement\n[02:26.11] She was slightly out of place\n[02:27.66] But if you grant us a grain of your grace\n[02:29.10] I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\n[02:31.99] Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\n[02:34.57] The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\n[02:37.59] Your children, your lovely wife\n[02:39.75] I mean look at her\n[02:40.79] The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n[02:42.83] Lord I cry, I cry\n[02:45.26] From the things that I've seen (That I've seen)\n[02:48.76] And Lord I cry, I cry\n[02:50.41] From the things I've seen, ooh\n[02:53.86] If you only knew the things I've been through\n[02:58.56] Oh yeah\n[02:59.94] You'd know why (Order! Order! Order!)\n[03:02.69] You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry (Order! Order! Order!)\n[03:07.05] Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\n[03:09.70] And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\n[03:12.53] The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\n[03:15.54] Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot\n[03:18.28] They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\n[03:21.16] Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n[03:24.13] (He was in on it too!)\n[03:25.24] Yeah (Yeah guess I should've known)\n[03:26.68] Yeah, objection your honor\n[03:28.65] Yo objection overruled\n[03:29.95] I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\n[03:32.88] To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\n[03:35.62] Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\n[03:38.52] Fuck Will! 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Blood was gushing on the floor\n Fingerprints all on the door\n Need I say more?\n Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\n Ploom! Queen off her toes\n They fell down like dominoes\n I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\n What was I do?\n Sit back and just take this?\n Yo I tell you now\n If I lose this debate\n Like in Dead Presidents\n I'm going out like Lorenz Tate\n See I ain't gon be stupid\n I'm gon take all y'all to the shift\n I should be able to say what I want\n What the fuck I plead the fifth\n (Now Kim, Kim)\n Fuck that Cee-lo\n I got to save the world\n The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n\n Uh with all due respect your honor\n Excuse my client's temperament\n Who has had social intelligence?\n With so much innocence we have to implement\n She was slightly out of place\n But if you grant us a grain of your grace\n I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\n Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\n The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\n Your children, your lovely wife\n I mean look at her\n The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n\n Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things that I've seen\n That I've seen\n And Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things I've seen, ooh\n If you only knew the things I've been through\n Oh yeah\n You'd know why\n You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry\n\n Order! Order! Order!\n Order! Order! Order!\n Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\n And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\n The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\n Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot\n They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\n Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n (He was in on it too!)\n Yeah\n (I should've known)\n Yeah\n (Objection your honor)\n Yo objection overruled\n I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\n To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\n Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\n Fuck Will! 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Blood was gushing on the floor\nFingerprints all on the door\nNeed I say more?\nPulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\nPloom! Queen off her toes\nThey fell down like dominoes\nI think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\nWhat was I do?\nSit back and just take this?\nYo I tell you now\nIf I lose this debate\nLike in Dead Presidents\nI'm going out like Lorenz Tate\nSee I ain't gon be stupid\nI'm gon take all y'all to the shift\nI should be able to say what I want\nWhat the fuck I plead the fifth\n(Now Kim, Kim)\nFuck that Cee-lo\nI got to save the world\nThe first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n\nUh with all due respect your honor\nExcuse my client's temperament\nWho has had social intelligence?\nWith so much innocence we have to implement\nShe was slightly out of place\nBut if you grant us a grain of your grace\nI'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\nImagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\nThe same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\nYour children, your lovely wife\nI mean look at her\nThe only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things that I've seen\nThat I've seen\nAnd Lord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things I've seen, ooh\nIf you only knew the things I've been through\nOh yeah\nYou'd know why\nYou'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry\n\nOrder! Order! Order!\nOrder! Order! Order!\nOrder in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\nAnd the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\nThe men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\nHungry to see another black motherfucker shot\nThey ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\nEven Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n(He was in on it too!)\nYeah\n(I should've known)\nYeah\n(Objection your honor)\nYo objection overruled\nI know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\nTo give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\nNow that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\nFuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State\nAngela Bobbett's cake compared to you\nAnd Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\nSo they took precautions\nGrenades from all force and\nProfessional marksman with four fours of war hymn\nBut you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\nShot back other bitches would've folded up\nNow that's my kind of bitch\nI know I'm the judge\nBut I love that bitch\nAnd I'm coming with her\nCreme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\nResign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\nLook it's a setup\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right behind you baby)\nYo Kim come on\n(I'm right here with you man)\n\nLord I cry, I cry\nFrom the things that I've seen\nThat I've seen...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Lil' Drummer Boy\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 240219\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Will the court please rise?\n Judge Funk Doctor Spock residing\n\n Your honor Lil' Kim is a threat to society\n She has shown a blatant disregard for the law\n And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty\n For the vicious acts\n She should be punished to the fullest extent of the law\n\n Pardon me your honor\n May I address the bench?\n They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt\n Excuse my persona\n I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer\n Ever since I killed 'em\n I ain't been in trouble since\n It wasn't my fault I acted out of self-defense\n He killed my best friend\n (Who's him?)\n I mean them\n They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too\n They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms\n And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms\n See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm\n I was getting my ass licked by this cat named Tom\n (Stop!)\n I heard three guns cocked that's when Tom dropped\n They sent the bow and arrow right through his tank top\n (Oh she's lying!)\n Lying? Blood was gushing on the floor\n Fingerprints all on the door\n Need I say more?\n Pulled out the remote can and shot blows after blow\n Ploom! Queen off her toes\n They fell down like dominoes\n I think it was the Matrix, I mean it was the Matrix\n What was I do?\n Sit back and just take this?\n Yo I tell you now\n If I lose this debate\n Like in Dead Presidents\n I'm going out like Lorenz Tate\n See I ain't gon be stupid\n I'm gon take all y'all to the shift\n I should be able to say what I want\n What the fuck I plead the fifth\n (Now Kim, Kim)\n Fuck that Cee-lo\n I got to save the world\n The first female king and they mad cause I'm a girl\n\n Uh with all due respect your honor\n Excuse my client's temperament\n Who has had social intelligence?\n With so much innocence we have to implement\n She was slightly out of place\n But if you grant us a grain of your grace\n I'll assure you it's only stress due to the severity of the case\n Imagine for a minute, yourself in the same shoes\n The same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose\n Your children, your lovely wife\n I mean look at her\n The only thing she's guilty of is having no choice in the matter\n\n Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things that I've seen\n That I've seen\n And Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things I've seen, ooh\n If you only knew the things I've been through\n Oh yeah\n You'd know why\n You'd know why I cry, I cry, I cry\n\n Order! Order! Order!\n Order! Order! Order!\n Order in the courts, I'm examining her thoughts\n And the notes on why you started slaughtering the fort\n The men dressed in blue they were undercover cops\n Hungry to see another black motherfucker shot\n They ran up in your spot and no one gave the orders\n Even Tom was tapped with a mic and a tape recorder\n (He was in on it too!)\n Yeah\n (I should've known)\n Yeah\n (Objection your honor)\n Yo objection overruled\n I know the news they tried to pay the grand jury\n To give you life sentence with parole up in thirty\n Now that's dirty, surveillance and you debate\n Fuck Will! Now you're the new Enemy of the State\n Angela Bobbett's cake compared to you\n And Junior Mafia that clique ain't scared to move\n So they took precautions\n Grenades from all force and\n Professional marksman with four fours of war hymn\n But you stopped, dropped, rolled and duck\n Shot back other bitches would've folded up\n Now that's my kind of bitch\n I know I'm the judge\n But I love that bitch\n And I'm coming with her\n Creme of crop and me I'mma hold her down\n Resign with A-K's so we blowing the trial\n Look it's a setup\n Yo Kim come on\n (I'm right behind you baby)\n Yo Kim come on\n (I'm right here with you man)\n\n Lord I cry, I cry\n From the things that I've seen\n That I've seen...\n"},{"id":1343507,"name":"Aunt Dot (f\u0000Lil' Shanice)","trackName":"Aunt Dot (f\u0000Lil' Shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":326.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":"[00:24.11] My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n[00:27.52] Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n[00:30.03] Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n[00:32.79] Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n[00:35.48] What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n[00:38.27] Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n[00:40.85] I heard a knock at the door\n[00:42.60] To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n[00:45.23] Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n[00:48.24] She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n[00:51.16] Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n[00:54.89] She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n[00:58.28] Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n[01:00.70] She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n[01:03.79] Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n[01:06.57] And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n[01:09.14] Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n[01:12.29] I just stared her up and down\n[01:13.69] 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n[01:16.03] It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n[01:17.80] Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n[01:20.76] \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n[01:23.59] They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n[01:26.37] And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n[01:28.89] Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n[01:31.94] \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n[01:34.30] And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n[01:37.21] And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n[01:40.19] Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n[01:43.31] Damn, what went wrong?\n[01:46.02] Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n[01:48.90] Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n[01:51.23] If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n[01:54.15] 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n[01:57.10] What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n[01:59.72] What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n[02:03.22] To bring back your head like Medusa\n[02:06.35] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:08.62] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:11.86] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:14.30] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:17.49] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[02:19.85] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[02:23.19] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[02:25.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[02:28.85] Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n[02:31.34] It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n[02:34.24] How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n[02:37.04] And dress like me and look like me\n[02:39.94] And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n[02:42.78] Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n[02:45.64] And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n[02:48.41] She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n[02:51.37] C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n[02:53.92] I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n[02:57.02] C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n[02:59.84] 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n[03:03.06] Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n[03:05.57] H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n[03:08.29] Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n[03:11.18] But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n[03:13.92] Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n[03:16.62] Versace hottie in designer clothes\n[03:19.58] Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n[03:22.48] Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n[03:25.20] I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n[03:28.00] But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n[03:30.86] What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n[03:33.73] Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n[03:36.76] You know what? I like you, little big person\n[03:39.62] Rule number one, no cursin'\n[03:41.85] Anyway, what you know about that?\n[03:43.75] You too young for that, when I was your age\n[03:46.58] I woulda got hung for that\n[03:48.27] Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n[03:50.96] So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n[03:55.07] Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n[03:59.26] \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n[04:01.62] Why these bitches buggin' out\n[04:03.41] I mean, what's this all about?\n[04:04.85] \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n[04:08.04] They don't want you to win no more\n[04:09.88] Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n[04:12.65] And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n[04:15.39] The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n[04:18.13] I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n[04:21.08] For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n[04:23.33] At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n[04:26.18] Through her in my backseat\n[04:27.65] Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n[04:29.54] The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n[04:32.07] But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n[04:34.68] So just pray I come home\n[04:36.26] And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n[04:38.86] Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n[04:41.36] It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n[04:44.65] Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n[04:47.46] And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n[04:50.42] 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n[04:53.09] Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n[04:56.33] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[04:58.75] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:01.85] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:04.38] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:07.53] Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n[05:10.02] Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n[05:13.25] Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n[05:15.70] I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n[05:23.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: \"Aunt Dot (f\\0Lil' Shanice)\"\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 326000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n start_ms: 24110\n end_ms: 27520\n- text: Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n start_ms: 27520\n end_ms: 30030\n- text: Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n start_ms: 30030\n end_ms: 32790\n- text: Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n start_ms: 32790\n end_ms: 35480\n- text: What? 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I like the green, know what I mean?\n start_ms: 210860\n end_ms: 213730\n- text: Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n start_ms: 213730\n end_ms: 216760\n- text: You know what? I like you, little big person\n start_ms: 216760\n end_ms: 219620\n- text: Rule number one, no cursin'\n start_ms: 219620\n end_ms: 221850\n- text: Anyway, what you know about that?\n start_ms: 221850\n end_ms: 223750\n- text: You too young for that, when I was your age\n start_ms: 223750\n end_ms: 226580\n- text: I woulda got hung for that\n start_ms: 226580\n end_ms: 228270\n- text: Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n start_ms: 228270\n end_ms: 230960\n- text: So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n start_ms: 230960\n end_ms: 235070\n- text: Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n start_ms: 235070\n end_ms: 239260\n- text: '\"Hello?\" Yo, what''s the deal?'\n start_ms: 239260\n end_ms: 241620\n- text: Why these bitches buggin' out\n start_ms: 241620\n end_ms: 243410\n- text: I mean, what's this all about?\n start_ms: 243410\n end_ms: 244850\n- text: '\"See it''s sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy'\n start_ms: 244850\n end_ms: 248040\n- text: They don't want you to win no more\n start_ms: 248040\n end_ms: 249880\n- text: Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n start_ms: 249880\n end_ms: 252650\n- text: And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n start_ms: 252650\n end_ms: 255390\n- text: The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n start_ms: 255390\n end_ms: 258130\n- text: I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n start_ms: 258130\n end_ms: 261080\n- text: For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n start_ms: 261080\n end_ms: 263330\n- text: At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n start_ms: 263330\n end_ms: 266180\n- text: Through her in my backseat\n start_ms: 266180\n end_ms: 267650\n- text: Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n start_ms: 267650\n end_ms: 269540\n- text: The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n start_ms: 269540\n end_ms: 272070\n- text: But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n start_ms: 272070\n end_ms: 274680\n- text: So just pray I come home\n start_ms: 274680\n end_ms: 276260\n- text: And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n start_ms: 276260\n end_ms: 278860\n- text: Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n start_ms: 278860\n end_ms: 281360\n- text: It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n start_ms: 281360\n end_ms: 284650\n- text: Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n start_ms: 284650\n end_ms: 287460\n- text: And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n start_ms: 287460\n end_ms: 290420\n- text: '''Cause them other two girls, that''s still on the menu'\n start_ms: 290420\n end_ms: 293090\n- text: Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n start_ms: 293090\n end_ms: 296330\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 296330\n end_ms: 298750\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 298750\n end_ms: 301850\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 301850\n end_ms: 304380\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 304380\n end_ms: 307530\n- text: Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n start_ms: 307530\n end_ms: 310020\n- text: Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n start_ms: 310020\n end_ms: 313250\n- text: Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n start_ms: 313250\n end_ms: 315700\n- text: I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n start_ms: 315700\n end_ms: 323380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 323380\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":16425207,"name":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","trackName":"Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":325.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Aunt Dot feat. Lil' Shanice\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 325773\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":13240652,"name":"aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)","trackName":"aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":325.825306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\nTold me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\nEven though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\nWack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\nWhat? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\nLike my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\nI heard a knock at the door\nTo my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\nWho are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\nShe called me by my government name, Kimberly\nWho sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\nShe packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\nHmmph, she was cute and mad fly\nShe had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\nBavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\nAnd I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\nThen she handed me the note, here, read this\n\nI just stared her up and down\n'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\nIt said, \"Bitches is out to get you\nYour so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n\"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\nThey know where you live, so evacuate the crib\nAnd oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\nSince I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n\"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\nAnd tomorrow is her first violin recital\nAnd she would be more than happy if you could take her\nPeace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\nDamn, what went wrong?\nCan't we all just get along and make hit songs?\nBitches all up in my ass like a thong\nIf this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\nWhat the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\nWhat? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\nTo bring back your head like Medusa\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nUh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\nIt's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\nHow Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\nAnd dress like me and look like me\n\nAnd Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\nAskin' me for money, day in, day out\nAnd last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\nShe planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\nC'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\nI wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\nC'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\nCrazy baguettes in my barrettes and\nH-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\nFuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\nBut anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\nDiamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\nVersace hottie in designer clothes\nScoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\nMake 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\nI'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\nBut all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\nWhat, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\nEver seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\nYou know what? I like you, little big person\nRule number one, no cursin'\nAnyway, what you know about that?\nYou too young for that, when I was your age\n\nI woulda got hung for that\nThen I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\nSo she could fill me in a little more about the plot\nNine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n\"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\nWhy these bitches buggin' out\nI mean, what's this all about?\n\"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\nThey don't want you to win no more\nSoul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\nAnd I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\nThe other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\nI saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\nFor real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\nAt least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\nThrough her in my backseat\n\nThen I dumped her on a dead-end street\nThe other two? Yeah, they still linger\nBut don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\nSo just pray I come home\n\nAnd when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\nWhoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\nIt's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\nHmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\nAnd when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\nIs the reason why the story is to be continued\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\nGirls be actin' stink, mad funny\nY'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\nCan't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\nI know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: aunt dot (ft. lil' shanice)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 325825\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n My Aunt Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets\n Told me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets\n Even though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece\n Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer\n\n What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?\n Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies\n I heard a knock at the door\n To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes\n\n Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?\n She called me by my government name, Kimberly\n Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie\n She packed a note in my knapsack along with a shottie\n\n Hmmph, she was cute and mad fly\n She had the Prada knapsack with the hat to match\n Bavari hiking boots with the mink bubble goose\n And I could see she was admiring my Minski suit\n Then she handed me the note, here, read this\n\n I just stared her up and down\n 'Cause I couldn't believe it, then I opened it\n It said, \"Bitches is out to get you\n Your so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz\"\n\n \"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your friends\n They know where you live, so evacuate the crib\n And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin Shanice\n Since I can't be with her, I need you to babysit her\"\n\n \"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her idol\n And tomorrow is her first violin recital\n And she would be more than happy if you could take her\n Peace, my number's on the back of the paper, hit me later\"\n\n Damn, what went wrong?\n Can't we all just get along and make hit songs?\n Bitches all up in my ass like a thong\n If this was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'\n\n 'Cause if it's on, then it's on, bring it on\n What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, let's get it on\n What? What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future\n To bring back your head like Medusa\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather\n It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole shit together\n How Laverne, she always wanted to be like me\n And dress like me and look like me\n\n And Nicole, it's like she lived in my house\n Askin' me for money, day in, day out\n And last but not least the grimiest one Tayesha\n She planned it all, come to find out her name is Keisha\n\n C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.\n I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along fine\n C'mon please, I wanna be just like you\n 600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll babies\n\n Crazy baguettes in my barrettes and\n H-class rocks inside my Baby G Shock\n Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them hoes\n But anything goes when it comes to bankrolls\n\n Diamonds on my toes, X-and-O's\n Versace hottie in designer clothes\n Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us\n Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus\n\n I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E\n But all my friends call me Miss Little Queen Bee\n What, what? I like the green, know what I mean?\n Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can clean\n\n You know what? I like you, little big person\n Rule number one, no cursin'\n Anyway, what you know about that?\n You too young for that, when I was your age\n\n I woulda got hung for that\n Then I picked up the phone to call my Aunt Dot\n So she could fill me in a little more about the plot\n Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two\n\n \"Hello?\" Yo, what's the deal?\n Why these bitches buggin' out\n I mean, what's this all about?\n \"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to Nancy\n\n They don't want you to win no more\n Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no more\n And I guess that's why, they ain't your friends no more\n The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery store\n\n I saw the bitch Nicole in front of the salon next door\"\n For real? \"Yup, then I choked the bitch out\n At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and feet\n Through her in my backseat\n\n Then I dumped her on a dead-end street\n The other two? Yeah, they still linger\n But don't you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em\n So just pray I come home\n\n And when we hang up, get rid of your phone\"\n Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother\n It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after another\n Hmmph, she have you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex\n\n And when she get vexed, you guess what happens next\n 'Cause them other two girls, that's still on the menu\n Is the reason why the story is to be continued\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n\n Girls be actin' stink, mad funny\n Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the monthly\n Can't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'\n I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all\n"},{"id":1358801,"name":"Off The Wall (f\u0000Lil' Cease)","trackName":"Off The Wall (f\u0000Lil' Cease)","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nQueen Bee, Bad Boy baby\nLet's go\n\nReady or not, here I come\nI'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\nWin more skins than crack without dunja\nTasty like a sundae\n\nEat it like a Kit Kat\nBe forge a climax, replay back\nLil' Kim records hit the streets\nDJs wanna spend that back like\n\nMe and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\nWhile most of y'all broads is just drag queens\nIt's gonna take years before you match our cream\nAnd only in your dreams can you see what we see\n\nNow lend me your ear, listen closely\nI wear these jewels like a rosary\nThis is how the rap game is supposed to be\nOne king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nIt's the year 2G and things about to change\nTrade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\nYour girl is lame, what?\nWant a bitch like me, what?\n\nIf it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\nMoney in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\nBe a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\nI'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n\nHouse by the bay so what do you say?\nMe and you, nigga like running Roulette\nThe game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\nMake it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n\nPut your money and your jewels up one at a time\nAnd if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\nWhat you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings\nRoyal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nWhen it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth\nI ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth\nDicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle\nHard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle\n\nNiggas mention me for a sexual reference\nLil Kim's everybody's sexual preference\nA bitch like me gives it on the first date\nWhy hesitate? I ain't got time to wait\n\n'Cause y'all know how I get down\nNiggas from the East know how I get down\nCats from the West know how I get down\nFrom the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n\nNow lend me your ear, listen closely\nI wear these jewels like a rosary\nThis is how the rap game is supposed to be\nOne king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nQueen Bee, 2000\nGet your backs up off the wall\nDance, come on\nDance, come on\nDance, come on\n\nNotorious K.I.M.\nJ.M., come on, come on\nB.I.G. come on, forever come on\n\nCome on\nCome on\nI see you, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Now get your back up off the wall\n[00:02.56] Dance, come on\n[00:04.63] Now get your back up off the wall\n[00:07.54] Dance, come on\n[00:09.30] Now do it\n[00:09.88] Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby\n[00:14.24] Let's go\n[00:18.79] Ready or not, here I come\n[00:20.53] I'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\n[00:23.18] Win more skins than crack without dunja\n[00:25.21] Tasty like a sundae\n[00:28.76] Eat it like a Kit Kat\n[00:30.05] Be forge a climax, replay back\n[00:32.16] Lil' Kim records hit the streets\n[00:34.22] DJs wanna spend that back like\n[00:35.85] Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\n[00:39.03] While most of y'all broads is just drag queens\n[00:41.32] It's gonna take years before you match our cream\n[00:43.64] And only in your dreams can you see what we see\n[00:46.00] Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n[00:48.10] I wear these jewels like a rosary\n[00:50.21] This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n[00:52.82] One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n[00:54.93] Now get your back up off the wall\n[00:57.29] Dance, come on\n[00:59.48] Now get your back up off the wall\n[01:01.47] Dance, come on\n[01:04.05] Now do it\n[01:04.90] Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n[01:08.73] Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n[01:22.74] It's the year 2G and things about to change\n[01:25.06] Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\n[01:27.09] Your girl is lame, what?\n[01:29.18] Want a bitch like me, what?\n[01:31.40] If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\n[01:33.89] Money in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\n[01:36.36] Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\n[01:38.54] I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n[01:40.89] House by the bay so what do you say?\n[01:43.49] Me and you, nigga like running Roulette\n[01:45.33] The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\n[01:47.80] Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n[01:49.96] Put your money and your jewels up one at a time\n[01:52.59] And if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\n[01:54.67] What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings\n[01:56.79] Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up\n[01:59.14] Now get your back up off the wall\n[02:01.60] Dance, come on\n[02:03.41] Now get your back up off the wall\n[02:06.49] Dance, come on\n[02:08.01] Now do it\n[02:08.52] Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n[02:13.00] Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n[02:27.13] When it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth\n[02:28.96] I ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth\n[02:31.00] Dicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle\n[02:33.22] Hard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle\n[02:35.72] Niggas mention me for a sexual reference\n[02:37.85] Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference\n[02:40.43] A bitch like me gives it on the first date\n[02:42.76] Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait\n[02:44.90] 'Cause y'all know how I get down\n[02:47.29] Niggas from the East know how I get down\n[02:49.05] Cats from the West know how I get down\n[02:51.18] From the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n[02:53.79] Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n[02:55.95] I wear these jewels like a rosary\n[02:58.44] This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n[03:00.74] One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n[03:03.14] Now get your back up off the wall\n[03:05.54] Dance, come on\n[03:07.08] Now get your back up off the wall\n[03:10.44] Dance, come on\n[03:12.01] Now do it\n[03:12.67] Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n[03:16.72] Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n[03:22.32] Queen Bee, 2000\n[03:31.04] Get your backs up off the wall\n[03:32.86] Dance, come on\n[03:35.27] Dance, come on\n[03:37.29] Dance, come on\n[03:39.18] Notorious K.I.M.\n[03:40.92] J.M., come on, come on\n[03:45.12] B.I.G. come on, forever come on\n[03:50.68] Come on\n[03:52.98] Come on\n[03:55.00] I see you, yeah\n[03:58.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: \"Off The Wall (f\\0Lil' Cease)\"\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 245000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 160\n end_ms: 2560\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 2560\n end_ms: 4630\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 4630\n end_ms: 7540\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 7540\n end_ms: 9300\n- text: Now do it\n start_ms: 9300\n end_ms: 9880\n- text: Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby\n start_ms: 9880\n end_ms: 14240\n- text: Let's go\n start_ms: 14240\n end_ms: 18790\n- text: Ready or not, here I come\n start_ms: 18790\n end_ms: 20530\n- text: I'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\n start_ms: 20530\n end_ms: 23180\n- text: Win more skins than crack without dunja\n start_ms: 23180\n end_ms: 25210\n- text: Tasty like a sundae\n start_ms: 25210\n end_ms: 28760\n- text: Eat it like a Kit Kat\n start_ms: 28760\n end_ms: 30050\n- text: Be forge a climax, replay back\n start_ms: 30050\n end_ms: 32160\n- text: Lil' Kim records hit the streets\n start_ms: 32160\n end_ms: 34220\n- text: DJs wanna spend that back like\n start_ms: 34220\n end_ms: 35850\n- text: Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\n start_ms: 35850\n end_ms: 39030\n- text: While most of y'all broads is just drag queens\n start_ms: 39030\n end_ms: 41320\n- text: It's gonna take years before you match our cream\n start_ms: 41320\n end_ms: 43640\n- text: And only in your dreams can you see what we see\n start_ms: 43640\n end_ms: 46000\n- text: Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n start_ms: 46000\n end_ms: 48100\n- text: I wear these jewels like a rosary\n start_ms: 48100\n end_ms: 50210\n- text: This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n start_ms: 50210\n end_ms: 52820\n- text: One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n start_ms: 52820\n end_ms: 54930\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 54930\n end_ms: 57290\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 57290\n end_ms: 59480\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 59480\n end_ms: 61470\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 61470\n end_ms: 64050\n- text: Now do it\n start_ms: 64050\n end_ms: 64900\n- text: Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n start_ms: 64900\n end_ms: 68730\n- text: Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n start_ms: 68730\n end_ms: 82740\n- text: It's the year 2G and things about to change\n start_ms: 82740\n end_ms: 85060\n- text: Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\n start_ms: 85060\n end_ms: 87090\n- text: Your girl is lame, what?\n start_ms: 87090\n end_ms: 89180\n- text: Want a bitch like me, what?\n start_ms: 89180\n end_ms: 91400\n- text: If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\n start_ms: 91400\n end_ms: 93890\n- text: Money in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\n start_ms: 93890\n end_ms: 96360\n- text: Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\n start_ms: 96360\n end_ms: 98540\n- text: I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n start_ms: 98540\n end_ms: 100890\n- text: House by the bay so what do you say?\n start_ms: 100890\n end_ms: 103490\n- text: Me and you, nigga like running Roulette\n start_ms: 103490\n end_ms: 105330\n- text: The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\n start_ms: 105330\n end_ms: 107800\n- text: Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n start_ms: 107800\n end_ms: 109960\n- text: Put your money and your jewels up one at a time\n start_ms: 109960\n end_ms: 112590\n- text: And if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\n start_ms: 112590\n end_ms: 114670\n- text: What you got? 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I ain't got time to wait\n start_ms: 162760\n end_ms: 164900\n- text: '''Cause y''all know how I get down'\n start_ms: 164900\n end_ms: 167290\n- text: Niggas from the East know how I get down\n start_ms: 167290\n end_ms: 169050\n- text: Cats from the West know how I get down\n start_ms: 169050\n end_ms: 171180\n- text: From the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n start_ms: 171180\n end_ms: 173790\n- text: Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n start_ms: 173790\n end_ms: 175950\n- text: I wear these jewels like a rosary\n start_ms: 175950\n end_ms: 178440\n- text: This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n start_ms: 178440\n end_ms: 180740\n- text: One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n start_ms: 180740\n end_ms: 183140\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 183140\n end_ms: 185540\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 185540\n end_ms: 187080\n- text: Now get your back up off the wall\n start_ms: 187080\n end_ms: 190440\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 190440\n end_ms: 192010\n- text: Now do it\n start_ms: 192010\n end_ms: 192670\n- text: Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n start_ms: 192670\n end_ms: 196720\n- text: Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n start_ms: 196720\n end_ms: 202320\n- text: Queen Bee, 2000\n start_ms: 202320\n end_ms: 211040\n- text: Get your backs up off the wall\n start_ms: 211040\n end_ms: 212860\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 212860\n end_ms: 215270\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 215270\n end_ms: 217290\n- text: Dance, come on\n start_ms: 217290\n end_ms: 219180\n- text: Notorious K.I.M.\n start_ms: 219180\n end_ms: 220920\n- text: J.M., come on, come on\n start_ms: 220920\n end_ms: 225120\n- text: B.I.G. come on, forever come on\n start_ms: 225120\n end_ms: 230680\n- text: Come on\n start_ms: 230680\n end_ms: 232980\n- text: Come on\n start_ms: 232980\n end_ms: 235000\n- text: I see you, yeah\n start_ms: 235000\n end_ms: 238400\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 238400\nplain: |-\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby\n Let's go\n\n Ready or not, here I come\n I'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\n Win more skins than crack without dunja\n Tasty like a sundae\n\n Eat it like a Kit Kat\n Be forge a climax, replay back\n Lil' Kim records hit the streets\n DJs wanna spend that back like\n\n Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\n While most of y'all broads is just drag queens\n It's gonna take years before you match our cream\n And only in your dreams can you see what we see\n\n Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n I wear these jewels like a rosary\n This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n It's the year 2G and things about to change\n Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\n Your girl is lame, what?\n Want a bitch like me, what?\n\n If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\n Money in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\n Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\n I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n\n House by the bay so what do you say?\n Me and you, nigga like running Roulette\n The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\n Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n\n Put your money and your jewels up one at a time\n And if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\n What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings\n Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n When it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth\n I ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth\n Dicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle\n Hard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle\n\n Niggas mention me for a sexual reference\n Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference\n A bitch like me gives it on the first date\n Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait\n\n 'Cause y'all know how I get down\n Niggas from the East know how I get down\n Cats from the West know how I get down\n From the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n\n Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n I wear these jewels like a rosary\n This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n Queen Bee, 2000\n Get your backs up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Dance, come on\n Dance, come on\n\n Notorious K.I.M.\n J.M., come on, come on\n B.I.G. come on, forever come on\n\n Come on\n Come on\n I see you, yeah\n"},{"id":19404707,"name":"Off the Wall feat. Lil’ Cease","trackName":"Off the Wall feat. Lil’ Cease","artistName":"Lil’ Kim","albumName":"The Notorious KIM","duration":245.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Now get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nQueen Bee, Bad Boy baby\nLet's go\n\nReady or not, here I come\nI'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\nWin more skins than crack without dunja\nTasty like a sundae\n\nEat it like a Kit Kat\nBe forge a climax, replay back\nLil' Kim records hit the streets\nDJs wanna spend that back like\n\nMe and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\nWhile most of y'all broads is just drag queens\nIt's gonna take years before you match our cream\nAnd only in your dreams can you see what we see\n\nNow lend me your ear, listen closely\nI wear these jewels like a rosary\nThis is how the rap game is supposed to be\nOne king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nIt's the year 2G and things about to change\nTrade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\nYour girl is lame, what?\nWant a bitch like me, what?\n\nIf it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\nMoney in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\nBe a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\nI'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n\nHouse by the bay so what do you say?\nMe and you, nigga like running Roulette\nThe game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\nMake it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n\nPut your money and your jewels up one at a time\nAnd if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\nWhat you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings\nRoyal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nWhen it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth\nI ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth\nDicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle\nHard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle\n\nNiggas mention me for a sexual reference\nLil Kim's everybody's sexual preference\nA bitch like me gives it on the first date\nWhy hesitate? I ain't got time to wait\n\n'Cause y'all know how I get down\nNiggas from the East know how I get down\nCats from the West know how I get down\nFrom the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n\nNow lend me your ear, listen closely\nI wear these jewels like a rosary\nThis is how the rap game is supposed to be\nOne king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow get your back up off the wall\nDance, come on\nNow do it\n\nNiggas lean left, bitches lean right\nCome on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\nQueen Bee, 2000\nGet your backs up off the wall\nDance, come on\nDance, come on\nDance, come on\n\nNotorious K.I.M.\nJ.M., come on, come on\nB.I.G. come on, forever come on\n\nCome on\nCome on\nI see you, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Off the Wall feat. Lil’ Cease\n artist: Lil’ Kim\n album: The Notorious KIM\n duration_ms: 245067\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Queen Bee, Bad Boy baby\n Let's go\n\n Ready or not, here I come\n I'm a Bentley, y'all something like a Hyundai\n Win more skins than crack without dunja\n Tasty like a sundae\n\n Eat it like a Kit Kat\n Be forge a climax, replay back\n Lil' Kim records hit the streets\n DJs wanna spend that back like\n\n Me and Lil' Cease is the real tag-team\n While most of y'all broads is just drag queens\n It's gonna take years before you match our cream\n And only in your dreams can you see what we see\n\n Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n I wear these jewels like a rosary\n This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n It's the year 2G and things about to change\n Trade in that Range, get a motherfuckin' plane\n Your girl is lame, what?\n Want a bitch like me, what?\n\n If it's diamonds you want, baby I got 'em\n Money in a briefcase who needs a wallet?\n Be a pigeon nigga you sound retarded\n I'm the girl with more cream than St. Patrick's Day\n\n House by the bay so what do you say?\n Me and you, nigga like running Roulette\n The game is strip poker, is you ready to play?\n Make it last all night and I'm ready to stay\n\n Put your money and your jewels up one at a time\n And if you lose this game, all this shit is mine\n What you got? Full house, triple ace and two kings\n Royal flush beats ten jack, here give me, I win, give it up\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n When it comes to status, call me Dr. Ruth\n I ain't a prostitute, I just speak the truth\n Dicks, I like 'em fat like a pickle\n Hard like a nickel, juicy like a Popsicle\n\n Niggas mention me for a sexual reference\n Lil Kim's everybody's sexual preference\n A bitch like me gives it on the first date\n Why hesitate? I ain't got time to wait\n\n 'Cause y'all know how I get down\n Niggas from the East know how I get down\n Cats from the West know how I get down\n From the North to South say, \"Can you get down\"\n\n Now lend me your ear, listen closely\n I wear these jewels like a rosary\n This is how the rap game is supposed to be\n One king, one queen, things supposed to be\n\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now get your back up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Now do it\n\n Niggas lean left, bitches lean right\n Come on, you gotta ride 'em, baby\n\n Queen Bee, 2000\n Get your backs up off the wall\n Dance, come on\n Dance, come on\n Dance, come on\n\n Notorious K.I.M.\n J.M., come on, come on\n B.I.G. come on, forever come on\n\n Come on\n Come on\n I see you, yeah\n"},{"id":22211915,"name":"Revolution (feat. Grace Jones & Lil' Cease)","trackName":"Revolution (feat. 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Slow Down Bab' Bro\nYou With The Rap Rambo, Tony Montana\nHere's A Hammer, A Camera And A Life After Death Bandana\nHere Take It - In Case I Don't Make It\nCause If My Life Don't End, I'm Damn Sure Gon' Fake It\nThe Way I See It, Mmm, Sexual\nIn The Gunfight, Two On Three, You On Me\nDawg, I Got Shit To Make The World Shake\nOne Mistake, Blaow, Start A Earthquake\nFuck Them Niggaz, Them Niggaz Dust To Me\nAnd If I Knock Cyrus Off That's A Plus To Me\nAnd The Funny Thing About It, I'm A Bitch\nAnd Got Niggaz Runnin From Me, Like The Olympics\nAnd I'm Told My Man Gutter I'ma Get Him\nAnd Every Shell I Spit, Is Guaranteed To Hit Him, Blaka\nGrace Jones\nPre-Ssure Down Below. Fire In De Hole.\nLose Control. Got Nowhere To Go.\n[Lil' Kim\nI Heard Cease And Puff Callin Like The Holy Tabernacle\nI'll Be - Down In A Minute, I'm Drinkin A Snapple\n[Lil' Cease\nA Snapple? Bitch I Got Bombs And Shit\nGrenades And Razor Blades And Alarms And Shit\nYou Better Come On, Girl, Throw A Hat On That Weave\nI'm Tryin To Catch This Nigga Cyrus, 'Fore Him N His Boys Leave\nThey At This Resteraunt That Serve African Food\nWhere You Allowed To Smoke Weed And The Waiters Is Type Rude\nYou See, I Used To Date This Bitch From Botswana\nHalf-African But She Looked Like Madonna\nAiyyo Check It, She Had A Tiger For A Pet","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Revolution (feat. Grace Jones & Lil' Cease)\n artist: Lil' Kim\n album: The Notorious Kim\n duration_ms: 295000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Lil' Kim\n S-W Nine Millimeter, Check\n Long-Nose Double Barreled Rifle, Check\n Semi-Automatic Infrared Laser Beam Shot, Check\n Alright Puff, I'm Ready To Go\n Threw The Clips Around The Shoulders, Toasters In The Holster\n (Kim Let's Go!) Slow Down Bab' Bro\n You With The Rap Rambo, Tony Montana\n Here's A Hammer, A Camera And A Life After Death Bandana\n Here Take It - In Case I Don't Make It\n Cause If My Life Don't End, I'm Damn Sure Gon' Fake It\n The Way I See It, Mmm, Sexual\n In The Gunfight, Two On Three, You On Me\n Dawg, I Got Shit To Make The World Shake\n One Mistake, Blaow, Start A Earthquake\n Fuck Them Niggaz, Them Niggaz Dust To Me\n And If I Knock Cyrus Off That's A Plus To Me\n And The Funny Thing About It, I'm A Bitch\n And Got Niggaz Runnin From Me, Like The Olympics\n And I'm Told My Man Gutter I'ma Get Him\n And Every Shell I Spit, Is Guaranteed To Hit Him, Blaka\n Grace Jones\n Pre-Ssure Down Below. Fire In De Hole.\n Lose Control. Got Nowhere To Go.\n [Lil' Kim\n I Heard Cease And Puff Callin Like The Holy Tabernacle\n I'll Be - Down In A Minute, I'm Drinkin A Snapple\n [Lil' Cease\n A Snapple? Bitch I Got Bombs And Shit\n Grenades And Razor Blades And Alarms And Shit\n You Better Come On, Girl, Throw A Hat On That Weave\n I'm Tryin To Catch This Nigga Cyrus, 'Fore Him N His Boys Leave\n They At This Resteraunt That Serve African Food\n Where You Allowed To Smoke Weed And The Waiters Is Type Rude\n You See, I Used To Date This Bitch From Botswana\n Half-African But She Looked Like Madonna\n Aiyyo Check It, She Had A Tiger For A Pet\n"}]