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Put it right where they back be\nKeep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\nSendin' kites with the Motorola's, yo\n\nGive 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\nBad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\nSince a little dude, eating niggas food buck-50's\nNiggas can kill me but they comin' wit' me\nHow about that? Send the Queen Bee to attack\nOnly a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed\nRock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\nYo, I smile up in your face (uh, uh) though I'm plottin' instead\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nHot damn, ho, here we go again\nLight as a rock, bitch (uh), hard as a cock, bitch (uh)\nThis shit knock for blocks through hardtops\nIn the parking lots where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\nMy Brooklyn style speak for itself\nLike a wrestler, another notch under my belt\nThe embezzler, chrome treasurer\nThe U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya (uh, uh)\n\nI'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit (uh-huh)\nComin' in this game on some modeling shit\nBitches suck cock just to get to the top\nI put a hundred percent in every line I drop (word)\nIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\nQueensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what?\nY'all wish y'all lived the life I live\nAyo, Prodigy (uh, uh), tell 'em what this is Dunn\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut (yo)\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nI could never get enough of it, yo, that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo, rock that shit, that real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it\nMakes the projects love it\nWe come through like, \"Fuck it\"\nY'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nAt the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\n\nIt's gangster how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nWith big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\nTwist niggas fronting, get to running\n'Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\nM-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\nWhen my niggas step in the place (uh-uh), damn, you gotta love it\n\nIt's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nIt's the real (hip-hop, baby)\nHah, it's the real, baby\nHip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] In broad daylight, get right\n[00:11.98] Just been through it all, man\n[00:14.35] Blood, sweat, and tears\n[00:18.23] Niggas is dead and shit\n[00:22.87] What the fuck else can happen, yo?\n[00:25.27] I don't think much more son, word to mother, yo\n[00:31.25] We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo\n[00:34.26] Let y'all niggas know right now\n[00:35.76] Word to mother for real, for real (Queen Bee, baby)\n[00:39.15] That shit is the truth (Lil' Kim, B.I.G), I'm not lyin'\n[00:43.46] Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things\n[00:47.12] Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame\n[00:49.59] Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all\n[00:52.23] Hit 'em with the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n[00:54.85] Get at me, niggas wanna clap me\n[00:56.84] Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be\n[00:59.48] Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n[01:02.13] Sendin' kites with the Motorola's, yo\n[01:04.32] Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n[01:06.84] Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n[01:09.20] Since a little dude, eating niggas food buck-50's\n[01:12.18] Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit' me\n[01:14.37] How about that? Send the Queen Bee to attack\n[01:16.72] Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed\n[01:19.13] Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\n[01:21.52] Yo, I smile up in your face (uh, uh) though I'm plottin' instead\n[01:24.01] Yo, it's the real shit\n[01:25.19] Shit to make you feel shit\n[01:26.11] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[01:27.63] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[01:29.47] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:31.85] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[01:33.92] Yo, it's the real shit\n[01:34.82] Shit to make you feel shit\n[01:35.98] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[01:37.29] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[01:39.20] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:41.23] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[01:44.46] Hot damn, ho, here we go again\n[01:46.56] Light as a rock, bitch (uh), hard as a cock, bitch (uh)\n[01:48.99] This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n[01:51.12] In the parking lots where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\n[01:54.08] My Brooklyn style speak for itself\n[01:56.08] Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n[01:58.46] The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n[02:00.53] The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya (uh, uh)\n[02:03.83] I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit (uh-huh)\n[02:06.34] Comin' in this game on some modeling shit\n[02:08.87] Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n[02:10.75] I put a hundred percent in every line I drop (word)\n[02:13.29] It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n[02:15.98] Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what?\n[02:18.93] Y'all wish y'all lived the life I live\n[02:20.56] Ayo, Prodigy (uh, uh), tell 'em what this is Dunn\n[02:23.00] Yo, it's the real shit\n[02:24.17] Shit to make you feel shit\n[02:25.28] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[02:26.51] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[02:28.47] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[02:30.41] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[02:32.85] Yo, it's the real shit\n[02:33.94] Shit to make you feel shit\n[02:35.25] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[02:36.48] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[02:38.37] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut (yo)\n[02:40.24] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[02:42.37] I could never get enough of it, yo, that's my shit\n[02:45.57] I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n[02:48.08] Yo, rock that shit, that real life shit\n[02:50.73] Makes bitches wanna thug it\n[02:52.13] Makes the projects love it\n[02:53.58] We come through like, \"Fuck it\"\n[02:55.26] Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\n[02:57.62] Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n[03:00.17] At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\n[03:02.92] It's gangster how we rock, while you watch\n[03:05.26] Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n[03:08.00] With big jewelry and big guns\n[03:09.77] We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\n[03:12.73] Twist niggas fronting, get to running\n[03:14.76] 'Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\n[03:17.46] M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\n[03:19.71] When my niggas step in the place (uh-uh), damn, you gotta love it\n[03:22.19] It's the real shit\n[03:23.13] Shit to make you feel shit\n[03:24.42] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[03:25.77] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[03:27.52] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[03:29.53] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[03:32.14] Yo, it's the real shit\n[03:33.13] Shit to make you feel shit\n[03:34.19] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[03:35.59] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[03:37.29] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[03:39.46] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[03:42.16] It's the real (hip-hop, baby)\n[03:43.93] Hah, it's the real, baby\n[03:45.84] Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop\n[03:48.74] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quiet Storm (feat. 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It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. (yo)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It go one, two, three to the fourth\n  That nigga P-Double got that shit\n  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n  To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n  Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n  My new edition's way bitch\n  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n  generic rap's just not potent like P's\n  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n  I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n  and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n  So I can put, more product out on the street\n  Get respect and love, all across the board\n  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n  I score everytime for sure\n  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n  (To the real)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":24842189,"name":"Quiet Storm (feat. 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It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. (yo)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It go one, two, three to the fourth\n  That nigga P-Double got that shit\n  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n  To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n  Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n  My new edition's way bitch\n  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n  generic rap's just not potent like P's\n  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n  I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n  and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n  So I can put, more product out on the street\n  Get respect and love, all across the board\n  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n  I score everytime for sure\n  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n  (To the real)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":25088784,"name":"Quiet Storm (feat. 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It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. (yo)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It go one, two, three to the fourth\n  That nigga P-Double got that shit\n  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n  To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n  Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n  My new edition's way bitch\n  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n  generic rap's just not potent like P's\n  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n  I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n  and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n  So I can put, more product out on the street\n  Get respect and love, all across the board\n  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n  I score everytime for sure\n  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n  (To the real)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":23671824,"name":"Quiet Storm (feat. 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It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nwastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. 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It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. (yo)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It go one, two, three to the fourth\n  That nigga P-Double got that shit\n  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n  To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n  Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n  My new edition's way bitch\n  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n  generic rap's just not potent like P's\n  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n  I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n  and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n  So I can put, more product out on the street\n  Get respect and love, all across the board\n  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n  I score everytime for sure\n  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n  (To the real)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":6301628,"name":"Quiet Storm Remix (feat. 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It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(Hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(Hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nWastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. (yo)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nIt go one, two, three to the fourth\nThat nigga P-Double got that shit\nFor y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\nIn hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\nTo serve hot plates all across the unified states\nSit down and sup with top rap reps\nWe the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\nYou better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\nInfamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\nFirst assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\nMy new edition's way bitch\nThose that listen, get addicted to my diction\nFuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\nGeneric rap's just not potent like P's\nOne-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\nI peel off chest naked on Katanas\nSpaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\nFully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\nAnd verses, but thirst for worse beats\nSo I can put, more product out on the street\nGet respect and love, all across the board\nWe've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\nI score everytime for sure\nWhile the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n(To the real)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(Hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n(The real... hip hop)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] In broad daylight, get right\n[00:11.95] Just been through it all, man\n[00:14.39] Blood, sweat, and tears\n[00:18.23] Niggas is dead and shit\n[00:22.87] What the fuck else can happen, yo?\n[00:25.26] I don't think much more son, word to mother, yo\n[00:31.25] We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo\n[00:34.23] Let y'all niggas know right now\n[00:35.75] Word to mother for real, for real (Queen Bee, baby)\n[00:39.14] That shit is the truth (Lil' Kim, B.I.G), I'm not lyin'\n[00:43.40] Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things\n[00:47.16] Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame\n[00:49.57] Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all\n[00:52.21] Hit 'em with the four, don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n[00:54.88] Get at me, niggas wanna clap me\n[00:56.85] Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be\n[00:59.41] Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n[01:02.13] Sendin' kites with the Motorola's, yo\n[01:04.31] Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n[01:06.87] Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n[01:09.29] Since a little dude, eating niggas food buck-50's\n[01:12.19] Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit' me\n[01:14.39] How about that? Send the Queen Bee to attack\n[01:16.72] Only a fly bitch like that can leave 'em relaxed\n[01:19.13] Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\n[01:21.58] Yo, I smile up in your face (uh, uh) though I'm plottin' instead\n[01:24.05] Yo, it's the real shit\n[01:25.14] Shit to make you feel shit\n[01:26.10] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[01:27.69] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[01:29.42] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:31.88] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[01:33.95] Yo, it's the real shit\n[01:34.82] Shit to make you feel shit\n[01:35.91] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[01:37.22] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[01:39.29] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:41.27] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[01:44.45] Hot damn, ho, here we go again\n[01:46.54] Light as a rock, bitch (uh), hard as a cock, bitch (uh)\n[01:48.91] This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n[01:51.15] In the parking lots where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\n[01:54.00] My Brooklyn style speak for itself\n[01:56.08] Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n[01:58.46] The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n[02:00.58] The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya (uh, uh)\n[02:03.84] I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit (uh-huh)\n[02:06.38] Comin' in this game on some modeling shit\n[02:08.82] Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n[02:10.75] I put a hundred percent in every line I drop (word)\n[02:13.26] It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n[02:15.91] Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P, what?\n[02:18.95] Y'all wish y'all lived the life I live\n[02:20.55] Ayo, Prodigy (uh, uh), tell 'em what this is Dunn\n[02:23.03] Yo, it's the real shit\n[02:24.18] Shit to make you feel shit\n[02:25.24] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[02:26.59] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[02:28.42] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[02:30.45] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[02:32.88] Yo, it's the real shit\n[02:33.95] Shit to make you feel shit\n[02:35.23] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[02:36.44] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[02:38.38] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut (yo)\n[02:40.25] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[02:42.35] I could never get enough of it, yo, that's my shit\n[02:45.57] I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n[02:48.02] Yo, rock that shit, that real life shit\n[02:50.71] Makes bitches wanna thug it\n[02:52.11] Makes the projects love it\n[02:53.54] We come through like, \"Fuck it\"\n[02:55.26] Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\n[02:57.62] Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n[03:00.12] At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\n[03:02.93] It's gangster how we rock, while you watch\n[03:05.21] Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n[03:08.07] With big jewelry and big guns\n[03:09.72] We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\n[03:12.73] Twist niggas fronting, get to running\n[03:14.73] 'Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\n[03:17.48] M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\n[03:19.75] When my niggas step in the place (uh-uh), damn, you gotta love it\n[03:22.19] It's the real shit\n[03:23.14] Shit to make you feel shit\n[03:24.49] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[03:25.77] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[03:27.58] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[03:29.58] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[03:32.10] Yo, it's the real shit\n[03:33.13] Shit to make you feel shit\n[03:34.17] Thump 'em in the club shit\n[03:35.56] Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop) when you bump this\n[03:37.26] Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[03:39.41] Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n[03:42.14] It's the real (hip-hop, baby)\n[03:43.92] Hah, it's the real, baby\n[03:45.87] Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop\n[03:48.71] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quiet Storm Remix (feat. 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who fight rhyme\n  P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\n  Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\n  Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men\n  Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right\n  Fuck your life\n  Hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\n  You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\n  Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\n  Now here come the mack 10\n  You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\n  What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (Hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (Hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. 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It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nwastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. 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It ain't bangin\n[01:16.56] You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n[01:17.76] Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n[01:20.21] You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n[01:21.99] Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n[01:24.03] Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n[01:26.32] Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n[01:29.27] (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:31.62] Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n[01:34.03] It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n[01:36.24] Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n[01:38.63] (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:41.49] Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n[01:43.69] Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n[01:45.99] My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n[01:47.16] Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n[01:48.36] A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n[01:49.63] Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n[01:51.04] Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n[01:52.24] Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n[01:53.72] He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n[01:55.07] I used to bust shots crazy\n[01:56.28] I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n[01:57.80] I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n[01:59.04] I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n[02:01.00] And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n[02:02.17] All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n[02:03.26] I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n[02:05.47] wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n[02:07.17] Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n[02:09.23] Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n[02:11.00] Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n[02:13.94] CBR's and VCR's\n[02:14.50] ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n[02:17.02] Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n[02:18.03] We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n[02:21.45] For real. 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It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nwastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. (yo)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nIt go one, two, three to the fourth\nThat nigga P-Double got that shit\nfor y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\nin hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\nTo serve hot plates all across the unified states\nSit down and sup with top rap reps\nWe the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\nYou better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\nInfamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\nFirst assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\nMy new edition's way bitch\nThose that listen, get addicted to my diction\nFuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\ngeneric rap's just not potent like P's\nOne-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\nI peel off chest naked on Katanas\nSpaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\nFully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\nand verses, but thirst for worse beats\nSo I can put, more product out on the street\nGet respect and love, all across the board\nWe've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\nI score everytime for sure\nwhile the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n(To the real)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n(the real... hip hop)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quiet Storm Remix\n  artist: Mobb Deep ft. 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It ain't bangin\n  You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n  Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n  You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n  Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n  My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n  Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n  A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n  Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n  Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n  Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n  He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n  I used to bust shots crazy\n  I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n  I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n  I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n  And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n  All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n  I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n  wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n  Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n  Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n  Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n  CBR's and VCR's\n  ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n  Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n  We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n  For real. (yo)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It go one, two, three to the fourth\n  That nigga P-Double got that shit\n  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n  in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n  To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n  Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n  We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n  You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n  Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n  First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n  My new edition's way bitch\n  Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n  Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n  generic rap's just not potent like P's\n  One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n  I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n  Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n  Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n  and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n  So I can put, more product out on the street\n  Get respect and love, all across the board\n  We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n  I score everytime for sure\n  while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n  (To the real)\n\n  Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n  Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n  (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n  (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":3197186,"name":"Quiet","trackName":"Quiet","artistName":"Lil' Kim","albumName":"The Naked Truth","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"When the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\n\nDo you see what I see, can you hear what I hear\nAll these stu-di-o gangsters, year after year\nWith these gimicks I can't take it they ain't real so they fakin it\nHow did they make it in this game for so long\nI know what's right from what's\nWrong, I know what's soft from what's hard\nI know a federal case, from a publicity charge\nMan I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail\nBut hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for they nails\nWho you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me\nMy man spent guap and bought me my Continental T\nYou spent your advance on your Continental T\nI know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee\nAnd we see you a liar, tryin to deny her\nJackie O. proved you far from a fighter\nComin at me bitch you playin with fire\nI ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin at your ghostwriters\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\n\nI hear 'em talkin like they gangster material\nBut I don't see it man their gangster's invisible\nThe hot iron's what them gangsters put into you\n'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical\nShots get into you bleedin like my men-e-straul\nAnd if I don't like you then I will pretend to\nIt's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you\nIn the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do\nSupposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya\nChump muh'fuckers start confessin like Usher\nI cut you off cause I knew I couldn't trust ya\nLame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers\nYou fake phony, you always was lil' homey\nBig lil' son baby' boy like Jody\nI put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley\nNigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)\n\nYou see it always be them ones talkin this and that\nHow they knife game ill and they gun go clap\nThem niggas rats, they run and they trap\n'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin back\nIt be the same ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin\nThe dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin\nA whole lotta growlin 'til the wolves start howlin\nThey pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards\nGot 'em scared to death, pissin in they trousers\nAlways was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers\nThanks to the queen he can share 'em with his team\nYou can run top speed but you can't dodge the\nGot a clean 16 and my spit game mean\nDon't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems\nYou act like you don't know what side of town this realer\nNiggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin, bodies start droppin\n(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin on cotton)","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.20]When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[00:25.29]Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[00:27.92]When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[00:31.18]It's so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' cock\n[00:33.65]When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[00:36.52]Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[00:39.21]When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[00:42.22]It's so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' cock\n[00:44.99]Do you see what I see? 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Damn, you gotta love it\n\n  Yo, it's the real shit\n  Shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump 'em in the club shit\n  Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo, it's the real shit\n  Shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump 'em in the club shit\n  Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n  It's the real\n  Hah, it's the real baby\n  Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.\n"},{"id":31243943,"name":"Quiet Storm ( Lil' Kim )","trackName":"Quiet Storm ( Lil' Kim )","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Murda Muzik","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\n\nJust been through it all man\nBlood sweat and tears\nNiggaz is dead and shit\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nI dont think much more son, word to mother yo\nWe done seen it all, 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Y'all wish I lived the life I live\n  Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn\n  Uhh, uhh\n\n  Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump em in the club shit\n  Have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump em in the club shit\n  Have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\n  I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n  Yo rock that shit, that real life shit\n  Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it\n  We come through like, \"Fuck it\"\n  Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it\n  Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n  at the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost\n  It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch\n  Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n  wit big jewelry and big guns\n  We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody\n  Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin\n  'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin\n  M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin\n  When my niggaz step in the place\n  Damn, you gotta luv it\n\n  Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump em in the club shit\n  Have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n  Thump em in the club shit\n  Have you wildin out when you bump this\n  Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n  Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n  It's the real\n  Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.\n"},{"id":31705416,"name":"Quiet / The Game","trackName":"Quiet / The Game","artistName":"Lil Kim","albumName":"Naked Truth","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nDo you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?\nAll these studio gangstas, year after year\nWith these gimmicks, I can't take it\nThey ain't real, so they fakin' it\nHow did they make it in this game for so long?\nI know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard\nI know a federal case from a publicity charge\nMan, I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail\nBut hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails\n\nWho you tryin' to be? 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'Til them boys touch ya\n[02:18.46] Chump motherfuckers start confessin' like Usher\n[02:21.39] I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya\n[02:24.27] Lame-ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers\n[02:27.05] You fake phony, you always was lil' homey\n[02:29.88] Big lil' son baby boy like Jody\n[02:32.54] I put you under my wing, bought you your first Rollie\n[02:35.42] Nigga, I helped raised you, why would I play you?\n[02:37.72] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[02:40.58] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[02:43.37] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[02:46.54] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[02:49.06] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[02:52.05] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[02:54.64] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[02:57.80] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[03:00.36] You see, it always be them ones talkin' this and that\n[03:03.11] How they knife game ill and they gun go clap\n[03:06.67] Them niggas rats, they run and they trap\n[03:08.83] 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back\n[03:11.78] It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin'\n[03:14.61] The dogs never bite, but do a whole lotta barkin'\n[03:17.64] A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'\n[03:20.52] They pitbull shit, man, them niggas straight cowards\n[03:23.31] Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers\n[03:26.36] Always was a bitch, that's why I sent his ass flowers\n[03:29.16] Thanks to the queen, he can share 'em with his team\n[03:31.65] You can run top speed, but you can't dodge the beam\n[03:34.31] Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean\n[03:37.27] Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems\n[03:40.22] You act like you don't know what side of town is realer\n[03:42.79] Niggas softer than chinchillas, but on wax, they killers\n[03:45.53] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[03:48.22] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[03:51.17] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[03:54.39] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[04:01.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quiet\n  artist: The Game/Lil' Kim\n  album: Stop Snitchin', Stop Lyin'\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30960\n- text: (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n  start_ms: 30960\n  end_ms: 33610\n- text: When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  start_ms: 33610\n  end_ms: 36490\n- text: Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  start_ms: 36490\n  end_ms: 39230\n- text: When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  start_ms: 39230\n  end_ms: 42120\n- text: (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n  start_ms: 42120\n  end_ms: 44970\n- text: Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?\n  start_ms: 44970\n  end_ms: 47520\n- text: All these studio gangstas, year after year\n  start_ms: 47520\n  end_ms: 50630\n- text: With these gimmicks, I can't take it\n  start_ms: 50630\n  end_ms: 52140\n- text: They ain't real, so they fakin' it\n  start_ms: 52140\n  end_ms: 53530\n- text: How did they make it in this game for so long?\n  start_ms: 53530\n  end_ms: 56090\n- text: I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard\n  start_ms: 56090\n  end_ms: 59090\n- text: I know a federal case from a publicity charge\n  start_ms: 59090\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Man, I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 64770\n- text: But hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails\n  start_ms: 64770\n  end_ms: 67470\n- text: Who you tryin' to be? 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Man, it couldn't be me\n  My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T\n  You spent your advance on your Continental T\n  I know you sick when you clean your rims, you still see a Bee\n  And we see you a liar, tryna deny her\n  Jackie O proved you far from a fighter\n  Comin' at me, bitch, you playin' with fire\n  I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters\n\n  When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\n  When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\n  I hear 'em talkin' like they gangsta material\n  But I don't see it, man, their gangsta's invisible\n  That hot iron's what them gangstas put into you\n  'Til you laid up, and your gangsta's on critical\n  Shots get into you, bleedin' like my menstrual\n  And if I don't like you, then I will pretend to\n  It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you\n  In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do\n\n  Supposed to be tough, huh? 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Man, it couldn't be me\nMy man spent guap and bought me my Continental T\nYou spent your advance on your Continental T\nI know you sick when you clean your rims, you still see a Bee\nAnd we see you a liar, tryna deny her\nJackie O proved you far from a fighter\nComin' at me, bitch, you playin' with fire\nI ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nI hear 'em talkin' like they gangsta material\nBut I don't see it, man, their gangsta's invisible\nThat hot iron's what them gangstas put into you\n'Til you laid up, and your gangsta's on critical\nShots get into you, bleedin' like my menstrual\nAnd if I don't like you, then I will pretend to\nIt's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you\nIn the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do\n\nSupposed to be tough, huh? 'Til them boys touch ya\nChump motherfuckers start confessin' like Usher\nI cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya\nLame-ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers\nYou fake phony, you always was lil' homey\nBig lil' son baby boy like Jody\nI put you under my wing, bought you your first Rollie\nNigga, I helped raised you, why would I play you?\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n\nYou see, it always be them ones talkin' this and that\nHow they knife game ill and they gun go clap\nThem niggas rats, they run and they trap\n'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back\nIt be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin'\nThe dogs never bite, but do a whole lotta barkin'\nA whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'\nThey pitbull shit, man, them niggas straight cowards\n\nGot 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers\nAlways was a bitch, that's why I sent his ass flowers\nThanks to the queen, he can share 'em with his team\nYou can run top speed, but you can't dodge the beam\nGot a clean 16 and my spit game mean\nDon't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems\nYou act like you don't know what side of town is realer\nNiggas softer than chinchillas, but on wax, they killers\n\nWhen the sun goes down and them guns come out\nThem niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\nWhen them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n(It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)","syncedLyrics":"[00:21.77] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[00:25.13] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[00:27.96] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[00:30.96] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[00:33.61] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[00:36.49] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[00:39.23] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[00:42.12] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[00:44.97] Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?\n[00:47.52] All these studio gangstas, year after year\n[00:50.63] With these gimmicks, I can't take it\n[00:52.14] They ain't real, so they fakin' it\n[00:53.53] How did they make it in this game for so long?\n[00:56.09] I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard\n[00:59.09] I know a federal case from a publicity charge\n[01:01.99] Man, I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail\n[01:04.77] But hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails\n[01:07.47] Who you tryin' to be? Man, it couldn't be me\n[01:10.23] My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T\n[01:13.34] You spent your advance on your Continental T\n[01:15.84] I know you sick when you clean your rims, you still see a Bee\n[01:18.92] And we see you a liar, tryna deny her\n[01:21.97] Jackie O proved you far from a fighter\n[01:24.88] Comin' at me, bitch, you playin' with fire\n[01:27.30] I ain't gon' come back at you, I'm comin' at your ghostwriters\n[01:29.84] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[01:32.80] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[01:35.87] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[01:38.76] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[01:41.37] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[01:44.17] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[01:47.03] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[01:50.10] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[01:53.33] I hear 'em talkin' like they gangsta material\n[01:56.00] But I don't see it, man, their gangsta's invisible\n[01:58.52] That hot iron's what them gangstas put into you\n[02:01.73] 'Til you laid up, and your gangsta's on critical\n[02:04.54] Shots get into you, bleedin' like my menstrual\n[02:07.04] And if I don't like you, then I will pretend to\n[02:09.81] It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you\n[02:12.86] In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do\n[02:15.68] Supposed to be tough, huh? 'Til them boys touch ya\n[02:18.46] Chump motherfuckers start confessin' like Usher\n[02:21.39] I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya\n[02:24.27] Lame-ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers\n[02:27.05] You fake phony, you always was lil' homey\n[02:29.88] Big lil' son baby boy like Jody\n[02:32.54] I put you under my wing, bought you your first Rollie\n[02:35.42] Nigga, I helped raised you, why would I play you?\n[02:37.72] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[02:40.58] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[02:43.37] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[02:46.54] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[02:49.06] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[02:52.05] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[02:54.64] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[02:57.80] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[03:00.36] You see, it always be them ones talkin' this and that\n[03:03.11] How they knife game ill and they gun go clap\n[03:06.67] Them niggas rats, they run and they trap\n[03:08.83] 'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back\n[03:11.78] It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin'\n[03:14.61] The dogs never bite, but do a whole lotta barkin'\n[03:17.64] A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'\n[03:20.52] They pitbull shit, man, them niggas straight cowards\n[03:23.31] Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers\n[03:26.36] Always was a bitch, that's why I sent his ass flowers\n[03:29.16] Thanks to the queen, he can share 'em with his team\n[03:31.65] You can run top speed, but you can't dodge the beam\n[03:34.31] Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean\n[03:37.27] Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems\n[03:40.22] You act like you don't know what side of town is realer\n[03:42.79] Niggas softer than chinchillas, but on wax, they killers\n[03:45.53] When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n[03:48.22] Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n[03:51.17] When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n[03:54.39] (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n[04:01.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Quiet\n  artist: The Game, Lil' Kim,\n  album: The Naked Truth\n  duration_ms: 242051\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  start_ms: 21770\n  end_ms: 25130\n- text: Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  start_ms: 25130\n  end_ms: 27960\n- text: When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  start_ms: 27960\n  end_ms: 30960\n- text: (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n  start_ms: 30960\n  end_ms: 33610\n- text: When the sun goes down and them guns come out\n  start_ms: 33610\n  end_ms: 36490\n- text: Them niggas that was talkin', they won't run they mouth\n  start_ms: 36490\n  end_ms: 39230\n- text: When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'\n  start_ms: 39230\n  end_ms: 42120\n- text: (It's so quiet, you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton)\n  start_ms: 42120\n  end_ms: 44970\n- text: Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear?\n  start_ms: 44970\n  end_ms: 47520\n- text: All these studio gangstas, year after year\n  start_ms: 47520\n  end_ms: 50630\n- text: With these gimmicks, I can't take it\n  start_ms: 50630\n  end_ms: 52140\n- text: They ain't real, so they fakin' it\n  start_ms: 52140\n  end_ms: 53530\n- text: How did they make it in this game for so long?\n  start_ms: 53530\n  end_ms: 56090\n- text: I know what's right from what's wrong, I know what's soft from what's hard\n  start_ms: 56090\n  end_ms: 59090\n- text: I know a federal case from a publicity charge\n  start_ms: 59090\n  end_ms: 61990\n- text: Man, I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail\n  start_ms: 61990\n  end_ms: 64770\n- text: But hoes wanna go to court for not payin' for their nails\n  start_ms: 64770\n  end_ms: 67470\n- text: Who you tryin' to be? 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