[{"id":10548544,"name":"Make It Reign","trackName":"Make It Reign","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Lord Tariq\nYea, yea, One more time\nSeventies shit, got the lean\nShit is leanin, it's to the left\nIt's just leanin, dribblin\nLike he gave it a bag of dugy\nOr a bag of that Tango and Cash\nIt's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\nVerse 1: Lord Tariq\nAyo I been through many places\nDone many things\nSeen the eyes of many faces\nFrom New York to Texas\nTo the faces on Rolexes\nNot a racist or sexist\nAnd the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\nNothin less than a Lexus\nBubble eye with B-B-S's\nTrouble minds and troubled times\nStacks, I'm tryin to double mine\nI'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\nMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\nAnd we searchin for this nigga to try\nI'm bubblin mine\nIf we don't get him now then we will in due time\nI bust enough shots to kill him two times\nI do crimes\nI get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\nCause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\nI been through it under the influence\nBustin off I'm runnin into it\nSee me say he didn't do it\nPut the nine to his mind and blew it\nCause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\nPuffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\nMakin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\nBut I'm on some new shit\nAnd it's too late the fuse lit\nI treat my nine like a new bitch\nAnd the shit do kick, word\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nSoundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\nRose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nCommonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\nOmestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\nVerse 2: Fat Joe\nPlay rap loud, politicin business\nWit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\nMy last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\nBut still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\nFuckin with me's worse than duckin police\nAfter puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\nMurderin beats since the days of permanent crease\nBeen around the block seen grams converted to keys\nAah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\nMy misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\nTerror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\nAnd takin over City Hall\nMy shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\nIf the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\nCan't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\nMy state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\nBet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\nReal Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\nRegardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\nThat's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\nChorus: Fat Joe\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nForrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\nMadison, Broadland\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nBrook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\nTrinity, Creston, Walton\n\nVerse 3: Peter Gunz\nI had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\nOn my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\nNow I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\nRun nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\nGunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\nAnd feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\nCop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\nSo fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\nFar from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\nAnd I shine like sun\nRhyme like none\nFind my gun\nGot beef with this nigga with hits and shit\nChips and shit, run around here switchin shit\nTellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\nTellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\nYou can't wear that, you gotta wear this\nWell hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\nThe only thing between us if you stop my cream\nIs a glock nineteen\nAnd I'ma pop like steam\nTryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\nWith a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\nAnd a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\nAnd words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\nThere's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\nThat's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\nChorus: Peter Gunz\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\nPlatona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\nLambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\nVerse 4: Big Punisher\nYo we the Bronx avengers\nPartners in these peelan adventures\nWe the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\nSo be conscious of us, if you march against us\nI'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\nConsequences\nWe large placentas and you small change\nHittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\nLeavin niggas John Blaze\nCrime pays if you nice with yours\nThe Bronx is where you fight for yours\nIce across, slice cigars, light cigars\nAll day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\nBroadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\nThis ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\nSome nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\nMy brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\nChevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\nJoey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\nYou could save the best for us\nBut you still better place your bets on us\nThe Bronx baby, where the best get blown\nMy restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\nI'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\nI don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nPure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\nPulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nA-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make It Reign\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Lord Tariq\n  Yea, yea, One more time\n  Seventies shit, got the lean\n  Shit is leanin, it's to the left\n  It's just leanin, dribblin\n  Like he gave it a bag of dugy\n  Or a bag of that Tango and Cash\n  It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\n  Verse 1: Lord Tariq\n  Ayo I been through many places\n  Done many things\n  Seen the eyes of many faces\n  From New York to Texas\n  To the faces on Rolexes\n  Not a racist or sexist\n  And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\n  Nothin less than a Lexus\n  Bubble eye with B-B-S's\n  Trouble minds and troubled times\n  Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine\n  I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\n  Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\n  And we searchin for this nigga to try\n  I'm bubblin mine\n  If we don't get him now then we will in due time\n  I bust enough shots to kill him two times\n  I do crimes\n  I get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\n  Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\n  I been through it under the influence\n  Bustin off I'm runnin into it\n  See me say he didn't do it\n  Put the nine to his mind and blew it\n  Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\n  Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\n  Makin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\n  But I'm on some new shit\n  And it's too late the fuse lit\n  I treat my nine like a new bitch\n  And the shit do kick, word\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\n  Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\n  Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\n  Verse 2: Fat Joe\n  Play rap loud, politicin business\n  Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\n  My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\n  But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\n  Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police\n  After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\n  Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease\n  Been around the block seen grams converted to keys\n  Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\n  My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\n  Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\n  And takin over City Hall\n  My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\n  If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\n  Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\n  My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\n  Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\n  Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\n  Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\n  That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\n  Chorus: Fat Joe\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Forrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\n  Madison, Broadland\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\n  Trinity, Creston, Walton\n\n  Verse 3: Peter Gunz\n  I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\n  On my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\n  Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\n  Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\n  Gunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\n  And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\n  Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\n  So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\n  Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\n  And I shine like sun\n  Rhyme like none\n  Find my gun\n  Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit\n  Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit\n  Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\n  Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\n  You can't wear that, you gotta wear this\n  Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\n  The only thing between us if you stop my cream\n  Is a glock nineteen\n  And I'ma pop like steam\n  Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\n  With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\n  And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\n  And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\n  There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\n  That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\n  Chorus: Peter Gunz\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\n  Platona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  Lambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n  3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\n  Verse 4: Big Punisher\n  Yo we the Bronx avengers\n  Partners in these peelan adventures\n  We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\n  So be conscious of us, if you march against us\n  I'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\n  Consequences\n  We large placentas and you small change\n  Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\n  Leavin niggas John Blaze\n  Crime pays if you nice with yours\n  The Bronx is where you fight for yours\n  Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars\n  All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\n  Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\n  This ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\n  Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\n  My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\n  Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\n  Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\n  You could save the best for us\n  But you still better place your bets on us\n  The Bronx baby, where the best get blown\n  My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\n  I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\n  I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\n  Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y\n"},{"id":10548543,"name":"Make It Reign","trackName":"Make It Reign","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Lord Tariq\nYea, yea, One more time\nSeventies shit, got the lean\nShit is leanin, it's to the left\nIt's just leanin, dribblin\nLike he gave it a bag of dugy\nOr a bag of that Tango and Cash\nIt's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\nVerse 1: Lord Tariq\nAyo I been through many places\nDone many things\nSeen the eyes of many faces\nFrom New York to Texas\nTo the faces on Rolexes\nNot a racist or sexist\nAnd the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\nNothin less than a Lexus\nBubble eye with B-B-S's\nTrouble minds and troubled times\nStacks, I'm tryin to double mine\nI'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\nMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\nAnd we searchin for this nigga to try\nI'm bubblin mine\nIf we don't get him now then we will in due time\nI bust enough shots to kill him two times\nI do crimes\nI get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\nCause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\nI been through it under the influence\nBustin off I'm runnin into it\nSee me say he didn't do it\nPut the nine to his mind and blew it\nCause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\nPuffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\nMakin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\nBut I'm on some new shit\nAnd it's too late the fuse lit\nI treat my nine like a new bitch\nAnd the shit do kick, word\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nSoundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\nRose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nCommonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\nOmestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\nVerse 2: Fat Joe\nPlay rap loud, politicin business\nWit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\nMy last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\nBut still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\nFuckin with me's worse than duckin police\nAfter puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\nMurderin beats since the days of permanent crease\nBeen around the block seen grams converted to keys\nAah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\nMy misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\nTerror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\nAnd takin over City Hall\nMy shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\nIf the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\nCan't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\nMy state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\nBet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\nReal Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\nRegardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\nThat's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\nChorus: Fat Joe\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nForrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\nMadison, Broadland\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nBrook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\nTrinity, Creston, Walton\n\nVerse 3: Peter Gunz\nI had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\nOn my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\nNow I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\nRun nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\nGunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\nAnd feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\nCop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\nSo fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\nFar from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\nAnd I shine like sun\nRhyme like none\nFind my gun\nGot beef with this nigga with hits and shit\nChips and shit, run around here switchin shit\nTellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\nTellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\nYou can't wear that, you gotta wear this\nWell hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\nThe only thing between us if you stop my cream\nIs a glock nineteen\nAnd I'ma pop like steam\nTryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\nWith a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\nAnd a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\nAnd words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\nThere's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\nThat's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\nChorus: Peter Gunz\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\nPlatona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\nLambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\nVerse 4: Big Punisher\nYo we the Bronx avengers\nPartners in these peelan adventures\nWe the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\nSo be conscious of us, if you march against us\nI'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\nConsequences\nWe large placentas and you small change\nHittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\nLeavin niggas John Blaze\nCrime pays if you nice with yours\nThe Bronx is where you fight for yours\nIce across, slice cigars, light cigars\nAll day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\nBroadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\nThis ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\nSome nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\nMy brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\nChevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\nJoey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\nYou could save the best for us\nBut you still better place your bets on us\nThe Bronx baby, where the best get blown\nMy restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\nI'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\nI don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nPure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\nPulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nA-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make It Reign\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 181000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Lord Tariq\n  Yea, yea, One more time\n  Seventies shit, got the lean\n  Shit is leanin, it's to the left\n  It's just leanin, dribblin\n  Like he gave it a bag of dugy\n  Or a bag of that Tango and Cash\n  It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\n  Verse 1: Lord Tariq\n  Ayo I been through many places\n  Done many things\n  Seen the eyes of many faces\n  From New York to Texas\n  To the faces on Rolexes\n  Not a racist or sexist\n  And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\n  Nothin less than a Lexus\n  Bubble eye with B-B-S's\n  Trouble minds and troubled times\n  Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine\n  I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\n  Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\n  And we searchin for this nigga to try\n  I'm bubblin mine\n  If we don't get him now then we will in due time\n  I bust enough shots to kill him two times\n  I do crimes\n  I get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\n  Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\n  I been through it under the influence\n  Bustin off I'm runnin into it\n  See me say he didn't do it\n  Put the nine to his mind and blew it\n  Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\n  Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\n  Makin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\n  But I'm on some new shit\n  And it's too late the fuse lit\n  I treat my nine like a new bitch\n  And the shit do kick, word\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\n  Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\n  Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\n  Verse 2: Fat Joe\n  Play rap loud, politicin business\n  Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\n  My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\n  But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\n  Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police\n  After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\n  Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease\n  Been around the block seen grams converted to keys\n  Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\n  My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\n  Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\n  And takin over City Hall\n  My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\n  If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\n  Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\n  My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\n  Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\n  Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\n  Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\n  That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\n  Chorus: Fat Joe\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Forrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\n  Madison, Broadland\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\n  Trinity, Creston, Walton\n\n  Verse 3: Peter Gunz\n  I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\n  On my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\n  Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\n  Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\n  Gunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\n  And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\n  Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\n  So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\n  Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\n  And I shine like sun\n  Rhyme like none\n  Find my gun\n  Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit\n  Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit\n  Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\n  Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\n  You can't wear that, you gotta wear this\n  Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\n  The only thing between us if you stop my cream\n  Is a glock nineteen\n  And I'ma pop like steam\n  Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\n  With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\n  And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\n  And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\n  There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\n  That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\n  Chorus: Peter Gunz\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\n  Platona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  Lambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n  3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\n  Verse 4: Big Punisher\n  Yo we the Bronx avengers\n  Partners in these peelan adventures\n  We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\n  So be conscious of us, if you march against us\n  I'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\n  Consequences\n  We large placentas and you small change\n  Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\n  Leavin niggas John Blaze\n  Crime pays if you nice with yours\n  The Bronx is where you fight for yours\n  Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars\n  All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\n  Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\n  This ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\n  Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\n  My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\n  Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\n  Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\n  You could save the best for us\n  But you still better place your bets on us\n  The Bronx baby, where the best get blown\n  My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\n  I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\n  I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\n  Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y\n"},{"id":9512022,"name":"Make it Reign (Produced by Clark Kent)","trackName":"Make it Reign (Produced by Clark Kent)","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make it Reign","duration":180.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: Lord Tariq\nYea, yea, One more time\nSeventies shit, got the lean\nShit is leanin, it's to the left\nIt's just leanin, dribblin\nLike he gave it a bag of dugy\nOr a bag of that Tango and Cash\nIt's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\nVerse 1: Lord Tariq\nAyo I been through many places\nDone many things\nSeen the eyes of many faces\nFrom New York to Texas\nTo the faces on Rolexes\nNot a racist or sexist\nAnd the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\nNothin less than a Lexus\nBubble eye with B-B-S's\nTrouble minds and troubled times\nStacks, I'm tryin to double mine\nI'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\nMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\nAnd we searchin for this nigga to try\nI'm bubblin mine\nIf we don't get him now then we will in due time\nI bust enough shots to kill him two times\nI do crimes\nI get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\nCause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\nI been through it under the influence\nBustin off I'm runnin into it\nSee me say he didn't do it\nPut the nine to his mind and blew it\nCause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\nPuffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\nMakin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\nBut I'm on some new shit\nAnd it's too late the fuse lit\nI treat my nine like a new bitch\nAnd the shit do kick, word\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nSoundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\nRose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\nOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\nCommonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\nOmestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\nVerse 2: Fat Joe\nPlay rap loud, politicin business\nWit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\nMy last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\nBut still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\nFuckin with me's worse than duckin police\nAfter puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\nMurderin beats since the days of permanent crease\nBeen around the block seen grams converted to keys\nAah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\nMy misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\nTerror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\nAnd takin over City Hall\nMy shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\nIf the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\nCan't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\nMy state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\nBet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\nReal Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\nRegardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\nThat's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\nChorus: Fat Joe\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nForrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\nMadison, Broadland\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\nOn the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\nBrook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\nTrinity, Creston, Walton\n\nVerse 3: Peter Gunz\nI had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\nOn my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\nNow I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\nRun nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\nGunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\nAnd feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\nCop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\nSo fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\nFar from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\nAnd I shine like sun\nRhyme like none\nFind my gun\nGot beef with this nigga with hits and shit\nChips and shit, run around here switchin shit\nTellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\nTellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\nYou can't wear that, you gotta wear this\nWell hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\nThe only thing between us if you stop my cream\nIs a glock nineteen\nAnd I'ma pop like steam\nTryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\nWith a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\nAnd a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\nAnd words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\nThere's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\nThat's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\nChorus: Peter Gunz\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\nPlatona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\nOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand\nLambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\nVerse 4: Big Punisher\nYo we the Bronx avengers\nPartners in these peelan adventures\nWe the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\nSo be conscious of us, if you march against us\nI'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\nConsequences\nWe large placentas and you small change\nHittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\nLeavin niggas John Blaze\nCrime pays if you nice with yours\nThe Bronx is where you fight for yours\nIce across, slice cigars, light cigars\nAll day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\nBroadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\nThis ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\nSome nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\nMy brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\nChevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\nJoey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\nYou could save the best for us\nBut you still better place your bets on us\nThe Bronx baby, where the best get blown\nMy restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\nI'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\nI don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\nChorus: Big Punisher\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nPure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\nPulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\nI'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\nRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\nA-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Make it Reign (Produced by Clark Kent)\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make it Reign\n  duration_ms: 180000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: Lord Tariq\n  Yea, yea, One more time\n  Seventies shit, got the lean\n  Shit is leanin, it's to the left\n  It's just leanin, dribblin\n  Like he gave it a bag of dugy\n  Or a bag of that Tango and Cash\n  It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)\n\n  Verse 1: Lord Tariq\n  Ayo I been through many places\n  Done many things\n  Seen the eyes of many faces\n  From New York to Texas\n  To the faces on Rolexes\n  Not a racist or sexist\n  And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz\n  Nothin less than a Lexus\n  Bubble eye with B-B-S's\n  Trouble minds and troubled times\n  Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine\n  I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\n  Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\n  And we searchin for this nigga to try\n  I'm bubblin mine\n  If we don't get him now then we will in due time\n  I bust enough shots to kill him two times\n  I do crimes\n  I get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\n  Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\n  I been through it under the influence\n  Bustin off I'm runnin into it\n  See me say he didn't do it\n  Put the nine to his mind and blew it\n  Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it\n  Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music\n  Makin killas say he's to sick when he do shit\n  But I'm on some new shit\n  And it's too late the fuse lit\n  I treat my nine like a new bitch\n  And the shit do kick, word\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale\n  Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man\n  On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand\n  Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randoo\n  Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson\n\n  Verse 2: Fat Joe\n  Play rap loud, politicin business\n  Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile\n  My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now\n  But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat' now\n  Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police\n  After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece\n  Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease\n  Been around the block seen grams converted to keys\n  Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine\n  My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita\n  Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things\n  And takin over City Hall\n  My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores\n  If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law\n  Can't take it no more, niggas is fake to the core\n  My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore\n  Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest\n  Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit\n  Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit\n  That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\n  Chorus: Fat Joe\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Forrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington\n  Madison, Broadland\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man\n  On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand\n  Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.\n  Trinity, Creston, Walton\n\n  Verse 3: Peter Gunz\n  I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\n  On my head like a infrarred he's dead, but I redeem\n  Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga\n  Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga\n  Gunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin I'm really goin\n  And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses\n  Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases\n  So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\n  Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz\n  And I shine like sun\n  Rhyme like none\n  Find my gun\n  Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit\n  Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit\n  Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this\n  Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this\n  You can't wear that, you gotta wear this\n  Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless\n  The only thing between us if you stop my cream\n  Is a glock nineteen\n  And I'ma pop like steam\n  Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\n  With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\n  And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\n  And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\n  There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth\n  That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\n  Chorus: Peter Gunz\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.\n  Platona Park, Boston Road, Prospect\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man\n  On the West side of town with a gun in my hand\n  Lambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.\n  3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson\n\n  Verse 4: Big Punisher\n  Yo we the Bronx avengers\n  Partners in these peelan adventures\n  We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\n  So be conscious of us, if you march against us\n  I'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the\n  Consequences\n  We large placentas and you small change\n  Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge\n  Leavin niggas John Blaze\n  Crime pays if you nice with yours\n  The Bronx is where you fight for yours\n  Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars\n  All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways\n  Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off a card game\n  This ain't the old days shorties was bustin, ain't no fuckin jokin\n  Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open\n  My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery\n  Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility\n  Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest\n  You could save the best for us\n  But you still better place your bets on us\n  The Bronx baby, where the best get blown\n  My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne\n  I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home\n  I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes\n\n  Chorus: Big Punisher\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession\n  Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side\n\n  I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens\n  Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand\n  A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y\n"},{"id":25479123,"name":"Be My Lady [Hidden Track] - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","trackName":"Be My Lady [Hidden Track] - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make it Reign","duration":229.106667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I can't wait 'til you get home just can't wait 'til you get home\nI can just hear it, yeah somebody, somebody, somebody calling me\nBe my lady, I can just hear it\nSomebody, somebody, somebody calling me be my lady\n\nYo, I seen you eat classy in the block\nIn your silver 320 no ten, flashing to the world\nYou got a few pennies with an S class face\nAnd a slight beige complexion\n\nGivin' me memories of you and me sexin'\nSo I stepped in less than a minute or so\nI saw your eyes on my six yo, get in we go\nHer shit is good yeah I know\n\nBecause I hit it before but it's the warmth\nThat's got me still feelin' this ho\nI'm offer her the world and ya still politely tellin' me, 'No'\nYou cuttin' it short said you didn't like me sellin' that blow\n\nI only do what I know these streets raised me\nPays me put you in my life it's all gravy\nMaybe a trip to the Allen's' while in the sun\nAnd you ask, \"Why should I? You be smilin' for one\"\nI gets the job done in more ways than one\nGrow old and maybe raise a son so, let me know, huh?\n\nWhat's it gonna take to get next to you?\nTell you some good shit and have sex with you\nSure you wanna know about me Shady\nAnd I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\nWhat's it gonna take to get next to you?\nTell you some good shit and have sex with you\nSure you wanna know about me Shady\nAnd I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\nShorty, I remember back when I seen you with your crew\nAnd they was hatin' cottonblock 'cuz they knew I wanted you\nThey would tell you that I dog girls and all the shit\nAnd you was just another chick I wanted to hit\n\nAnd it was true I ran through many thinkin' love any\nAnd the thug in me dog many\nBut now I see my playin' days is over\nI'd like to take this time out\n\nTo finally get to know ya\nA lot of things I wanna show ya\nYou say you're not impressed with my money and fame\nAnd it's crazy how you say I make my money in vain\n\n'Cuz I talk about guns and drugs hoes and thugs\nDon't ya know that your music shows no love?\nBut I rap what I see\nBut is this whole tree the clown cat that you see\n\nAnd the ka-chap in me?\nWe can sit in the six and make plans\nAnd talk about the steps I gotta take\nHoney, to be your man c'mon\n\nWhat's it gonna take to get next to you?\nTell you some good shit and have sex with you\nSure you wanna know about me Shady\nAnd I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\nWhat's it gonna take to get next to you?\nTell you some good shit and have sex with you\nSure you wanna know about me Shady\nAnd I'd love it and I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\nC'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\nI said c'mon, girl be my lady\nC'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\nI said c'mon, girl be my lady\n\nC'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\nI said c'mon, girl\nC'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\nI said c'mon, girl\n\nSo So Def JE, So So Def JE\nSo So Def JE, So So Def JE JE\nSo So Def, So So Def","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.85] I can't wait 'til you get home just can't wait 'til you get home\n[00:08.25] I can just hear it, yeah somebody, somebody, somebody calling me\n[00:20.36] Be my lady, I can just hear it\n[00:22.38] Somebody, somebody, somebody calling me be my lady\n[00:31.72] Yo, I seen you eat classy in the block\n[00:35.13] In your silver 320 no ten, flashing to the world\n[00:39.33] You got a few pennies with an S class face\n[00:40.99] And a slight beige complexion\n[00:43.23] Givin' me memories of you and me sexin'\n[00:44.50] So I stepped in less than a minute or so\n[00:47.92] I saw your eyes on my six yo, get in we go\n[00:50.33] Her shit is good yeah I know\n[00:52.18] Because I hit it before but it's the warmth\n[00:53.27] That's got me still feelin' this ho\n[00:55.05] I'm offer her the world and ya still politely tellin' me, 'No'\n[00:58.49] You cuttin' it short said you didn't like me sellin' that blow\n[00:59.73] I only do what I know these streets raised me\n[01:02.37] Pays me put you in my life it's all gravy\n[01:03.46] Maybe a trip to the Allen's' while in the sun\n[01:07.35] And you ask, \"Why should I? 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You be smilin' for one\"\n  I gets the job done in more ways than one\n  Grow old and maybe raise a son so, let me know, huh?\n\n  What's it gonna take to get next to you?\n  Tell you some good shit and have sex with you\n  Sure you wanna know about me Shady\n  And I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\n  What's it gonna take to get next to you?\n  Tell you some good shit and have sex with you\n  Sure you wanna know about me Shady\n  And I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\n  Shorty, I remember back when I seen you with your crew\n  And they was hatin' cottonblock 'cuz they knew I wanted you\n  They would tell you that I dog girls and all the shit\n  And you was just another chick I wanted to hit\n\n  And it was true I ran through many thinkin' love any\n  And the thug in me dog many\n  But now I see my playin' days is over\n  I'd like to take this time out\n\n  To finally get to know ya\n  A lot of things I wanna show ya\n  You say you're not impressed with my money and fame\n  And it's crazy how you say I make my money in vain\n\n  'Cuz I talk about guns and drugs hoes and thugs\n  Don't ya know that your music shows no love?\n  But I rap what I see\n  But is this whole tree the clown cat that you see\n\n  And the ka-chap in me?\n  We can sit in the six and make plans\n  And talk about the steps I gotta take\n  Honey, to be your man c'mon\n\n  What's it gonna take to get next to you?\n  Tell you some good shit and have sex with you\n  Sure you wanna know about me Shady\n  And I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\n  What's it gonna take to get next to you?\n  Tell you some good shit and have sex with you\n  Sure you wanna know about me Shady\n  And I'd love it and I'd love it if you'd be my lady\n\n  C'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\n  I said c'mon, girl be my lady\n  C'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\n  I said c'mon, girl be my lady\n\n  C'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\n  I said c'mon, girl\n  C'mon, babe, c'mon, baby\n  I said c'mon, girl\n\n  So So Def JE, So So Def JE\n  So So Def JE, So So Def JE JE\n  So So Def, So So Def\n"},{"id":12229844,"name":"A Night in the Bronx With Lord & Gunz","trackName":"A Night in the Bronx With Lord & Gunz","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nPeter Gunz: So what's up shorty you tell me how you want it tonight\nWoman: Just want you to eat it\nPeter Gunz: That's it no sex, no nothin\nWoman: No, I love the way you eat it\nPeter Gunz: Aight\n(Lickin, suckin, and moanin sounds)\nWoman: Shit\nPeter Gunz: Right there\nWoman: Uh-huh\nMan: Meanwhile in the Soundview section of the Bronx\n(Fuckin sounds)\nWoman #2: Harder, tear this pussy up lord, harder\nLord Tariq: Say my name\nWoman #2: Lord\nLord Tariq: Say my name\nWoman #2: Tariq\nLord Tariq: Say praise the lord\nWoman #2: Tariq\nLord Tariq: Praise the lord\nWoman #2: Praise the mothafuckin lord\n(Screamin sounds)\n\nLord Tariq:\nThem niggas is crazy\nFuckin with these bitches man\nI ask em straight up\nGot no time to beat around the bush\nTakin bitches to the movies and all that\nFuck I got money, I'm straight up, I'm gonna ask you\nI'm not gonna beat around the bush I'm just gonna ask you\n\nChours: 1 Accord\nDo you wanna fuck?\nP-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\nL-L T-T do you wanna fuck?\nP-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\nL-L T-T\n\nVerse 1: Lord Tariq\nYo, low profile, I creeps like the phantom\nIntroduce you to the steps in my duplex\nIn the Hamptons where hit it harder is the anthem\nWith thoughts of crackin yo legs like plexiglass\nI put my face between yo thighs with yo sexy ass\nHave you grinnin with yo head spinnin\nLike my B-B-S's, and I'm plannin to run in em if they carry big breastes\nWit more wood than the? 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8 Lexus G-S's\n  And I'm good at takin you shoppin and then poppin the question\n\n  Chours: 1 Accord\n  Do you wanna fuck?\n  L-L T-T do you wanna fuck?\n  P-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\n  L-L T-T do you wanna fuck?\n  P-P G-G\n\n  Verse 2: Peter Gunz\n  In the summer I like havin sex in the park\n  In the winter I love havin sex in my car\n  In the backseat of a taxi, put yo skirt on no panties\n  And I'll lick it like it's taffy\n  If you ask me, Peter slides tongue through yo bushes\n  While you wishes\n  He was yours but he's not he's here for the night\n  Get it right\n  You call it anytime any place\n  Do you like it from the back, I like it in my face, tell me\n\n  Chours: 1 Accord and Peter Gunz\n  1 Accord: Do you wanna fuck?\n  Peter Gunz: Cause I wanna fuck, Ski wanna fuck, and Ron wanna fuck\n  1 Accord: P-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\n  Peter Gunz: Tracks wanna fuck, Lord wanna fuck, Babe Acc wanna fuck\n  1 Accord: L-L T-T do you wanna fuck?\n  Peter Gunz: E-P's wanna fuck, 1 Accord wanna fuck, and Scratch wanna fuck\n  1 Accord: P-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\n  Peter Gunz: Trey-Wop wanna fuck, E-Smooth wanna fuck, and Big F wanna fuck\n  1 Accord: L-L T-T\n  Peter Gunz: Bridge\n\n  Bridge: 1 Accord\n  I won't waste no time\n  Sexin you is on my mind (on my mind)\n  I have no need for foreplay\n  You really turn me on babe\n  Til the break of dawn\n  Are you ready?\n  Tell me\n  Baby do you want to\n\n  Outro: 1 Accord\n  Do you wanna fuck?\n  P-P G-G do you wanna fuck?\n  L-L T-T do you wanna fuck?\n"},{"id":18368955,"name":"Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby)","trackName":"Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby)","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":283.226,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New York to the heart but got love for all\nLie and die in the fire where I learned to ball\nUptown is the place where I lay my dome\nOn the streets of the Bronx where my family roam\n\nHoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter\nPlaya haters can feel the flame from my heater\nI never really liked to play a fool like that\nBut I love to succeed and see foes fall flat\n\nSplat like Deja Vu\nAnd I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew\nI sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol\nJust 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt\n\nKeep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged\nAnything less than that, you keep the change\nNot filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke\nBlessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope\n\nFriends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife\n'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife\nAnd that's life, you should learn how to treat her\nI guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her\n\nNiggaz in the Bronx call me Lex\n'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex\nAnd I lounge on Lex' and I love sex\nAnd I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex\nLike Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\nBut when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe\n\nNew York niggaz got crazy game\nBut outta town niggaz is all the same\nBrooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\nThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nHarlem niggaz know how to play\nMack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\nNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\nStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\nBut if it wasn't for the Bronx\nThis rap shit probably never would be going on\nSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nYo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\nRight next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\nFor these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\nThinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\nI'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\nOn them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\nI'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\nWalkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\nPuffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\nThan an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\nRiches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\nWith the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\nKeep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\nAnd I strap for my foes like a saddle\nI rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\nTalk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview\n\nBronx most wanted, front get confronted\nPlaya, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds\nLike Big I., red eyed, mad blunted\nYou step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded\n\nWith the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out\nFrom, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt\nKeep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about\nAnd put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth\nI'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house\n'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now\n\nNew York niggaz got crazy game\nBut outta town niggaz is all the same\nBrooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\nThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nHarlem niggaz know how to play\nMack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\nNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\nStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\nBut if it wasn't for the Bronx\nThis rap shit probably never would be going on\nSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nPeter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\nSoundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\nMoney Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\nAnd KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n\nShaolin, play, play on\nStrong Isle, play, play on and a\nMt. Vern, play play on\nAnd Yonkers, play play on and a\nPuttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?\nN.Y. and world wide","syncedLyrics":"[00:30.67] New York to the heart but got love for all\n[00:32.48] Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball\n[00:35.18] Uptown is the place where I lay my dome\n[00:37.83] On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam\n[00:40.53] Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter\n[00:42.38] Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater\n[00:45.16] I never really liked to play a fool like that\n[00:46.92] But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat\n[00:49.67] Splat like Deja Vu\n[00:52.42] And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew\n[00:55.16] I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol\n[00:57.80] Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt\n[01:00.57] Keep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged\n[01:02.33] Anything less than that, you keep the change\n[01:05.06] Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke\n[01:07.76] Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope\n[01:10.42] Friends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife\n[01:12.39] 'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife\n[01:15.03] And that's life, you should learn how to treat her\n[01:17.72] I guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her\n[01:20.47] Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex\n[01:22.22] 'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex\n[01:24.93] And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex\n[01:26.74] And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex\n[01:29.43] Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\n[01:32.19] But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe\n[01:34.89] New York niggaz got crazy game\n[01:36.69] But outta town niggaz is all the same\n[01:39.46] Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\n[01:42.16] That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n[01:43.93] Harlem niggaz know how to play\n[01:46.64] Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n[01:49.34] Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\n[01:52.02] Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n[01:54.77] But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n[01:55.68] This rap shit probably never would be going on\n[01:58.30] So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n[02:01.94] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[02:04.60] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[02:14.57] Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\n[02:16.36] Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n[02:19.07] For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n[02:22.68] Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n[02:24.53] I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n[02:28.10] On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n[02:29.03] I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n[02:31.70] Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n[02:34.43] Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n[02:37.13] Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n[02:38.95] Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n[02:41.64] With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n[02:44.31] Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n[02:47.06] And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n[02:48.88] I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n[02:51.56] Talk shit? 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Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\n  Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\n  Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n  For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n  Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\n  I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n  On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n  I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n  Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\n  Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n  Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n  Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n  With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\n  Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n  And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n  I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n  Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview\n\n  Bronx most wanted, front get confronted\n  Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds\n  Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted\n  You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded\n\n  With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out\n  From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt\n  Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about\n  And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth\n  I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house\n  'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now\n\n  New York niggaz got crazy game\n  But outta town niggaz is all the same\n  Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\n  That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\n  Harlem niggaz know how to play\n  Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n  Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\n  Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\n  But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n  This rap shit probably never would be going on\n  So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\n  Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\n  Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\n  Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\n  And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n\n  Shaolin, play, play on\n  Strong Isle, play, play on and a\n  Mt. 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Maybe\n[02:04.53] I'm livin life lawless, makin' big investments\n[02:07.14] On them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us\n[02:09.39] I'm comfortable like Recaro, two quarters of my life\n[02:11.87] Walkin' roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n[02:14.57] Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n[02:16.83] Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n[02:19.24] Riches like the pharaoh, bought a new five\n[02:21.75] With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n[02:24.18] Keep my toast closer than most niggas keep they own shadow\n[02:27.27] And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n[02:29.30] I rock stones, other niggas rock gravel\n[02:31.56] Talk shit? 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Vern, play, play on\n[04:05.45] And Yonkers, play, play on and a\n[04:08.69] Puttin' it down for N.Y., you know what I mean?\n[04:11.96] N.Y. and world wide","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby)  (Clean Version)\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: New York to the heart, but got love for all\n  start_ms: 10330\n  end_ms: 12910\n- text: Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball\n  start_ms: 12910\n  end_ms: 15230\n- text: Uptown is the place where I lay my dome\n  start_ms: 15230\n  end_ms: 17820\n- text: On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam\n  start_ms: 17820\n  end_ms: 20220\n- text: Ho damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter\n  start_ms: 20220\n  end_ms: 22920\n- text: Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater\n  start_ms: 22920\n  end_ms: 25430\n- text: I never really liked to play a fool like that\n  start_ms: 25430\n  end_ms: 27830\n- text: But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat\n  start_ms: 27830\n  end_ms: 30330\n- text: Splat, like deja vu\n  start_ms: 30330\n  end_ms: 32590\n- text: And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew\n  start_ms: 32590\n  end_ms: 35160\n- text: I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol\n  start_ms: 35160\n  end_ms: 37810\n- text: Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt\n  start_ms: 37810\n  end_ms: 40520\n- text: Keep 'em in the fifties and, hundreds all arranged\n  start_ms: 40520\n  end_ms: 42890\n- text: Anything less than that, you keep the change\n  start_ms: 42890\n  end_ms: 45120\n- text: Not filthy rich, but, bitch, I'm barely broke\n  start_ms: 45120\n  end_ms: 47680\n- text: Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope\n  start_ms: 47680\n  end_ms: 50210\n- text: Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife\n  start_ms: 50210\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: '''Cause I''m quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife'\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55150\n- text: And that's life, you should learn how to treat her\n  start_ms: 55150\n  end_ms: 57620\n- text: I guarantee Peter, knows how to eat her\n  start_ms: 57620\n  end_ms: 60050\n- text: And beat her, niggas in the Bronx call me Lex\n  start_ms: 60050\n  end_ms: 62410\n- text: '''Cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex'\n  start_ms: 62410\n  end_ms: 64740\n- text: And I lounge on Lex', and I love sex\n  start_ms: 64740\n  end_ms: 66890\n- text: And I wave TECs on sets that been tryna flex\n  start_ms: 66890\n  end_ms: 69950\n- text: Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\n  start_ms: 69950\n  end_ms: 72300\n- text: But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho\n  start_ms: 72300\n  end_ms: 75270\n- text: New York niggas got crazy game\n  start_ms: 75270\n  end_ms: 77240\n- text: But outta town niggas is all the same\n  start_ms: 77240\n  end_ms: 79790\n- text: Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot\n  start_ms: 79790\n  end_ms: 82200\n- text: That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot\n  start_ms: 82200\n  end_ms: 84690\n- text: Harlem niggas know how to play\n  start_ms: 84690\n  end_ms: 87080\n- text: Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n  start_ms: 87080\n  end_ms: 89610\n- text: Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock\n  start_ms: 89610\n  end_ms: 92290\n- text: Strapped with the Glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n  start_ms: 92290\n  end_ms: 94630\n- text: But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n  start_ms: 94630\n  end_ms: 96220\n- text: This rap shit probably never would be going on\n  start_ms: 96220\n  end_ms: 98380\n- text: So tell me where you from?\n  start_ms: 98380\n  end_ms: 99680\n- text: Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  start_ms: 99680\n  end_ms: 101830\n- text: We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  start_ms: 101830\n  end_ms: 104560\n- text: Now if it wasn't for the Bronx\n  start_ms: 104560\n  end_ms: 105710\n- text: This rap shit probably never would be going on\n  start_ms: 105710\n  end_ms: 108240\n- text: So tell me where you from?\n  start_ms: 108240\n  end_ms: 109520\n- text: Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  start_ms: 109520\n  end_ms: 112000\n- text: We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  start_ms: 112000\n  end_ms: 114320\n- text: Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot\n  start_ms: 114320\n  end_ms: 117010\n- text: Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n  start_ms: 117010\n  end_ms: 119500\n- text: For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n  start_ms: 119500\n  end_ms: 122090\n- text: Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? 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broker buyin shares of stock\nCause when it stops, i'ma still be sittin in drops\n\nAnd i'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo\nBought the cut jewels from tif, cause the feds are watchin tito\nStepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo\nTo makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real\nYo\n\nChorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\nPg: we will ball\nLt: until my lady shoppin at sach's\nAnd got the minx on they back, i tell ya\n\nPg: we won't fall\nLt: until my players on the block doin it\nAnd gettin money in stacks, i tell ya\nPg: we will ball\nLt: ladies with the pedicures\nManicures & they hair done up, i tell ya\nPg: we won't fall\nLt: and players ride around in v's\nPumpin our cd's, just turn it up.\n\nVerse 2: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\nI didn't ball with the best of them\nFuck the rest of them\nChickenheads don't mess with them\nDimes ain't even stressin em\nIt's all about franc & pounds & dinero\nThe same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero\n\nNigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh\nTalk jewels like i had my tongue dipped in platinum\nTanqueray get me wet, i'm drippin in activator\nDrop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later\n\nWell i tried to tell my p-o, screamed on the c-o\nBefore i turn 3-o, i'll be c-e-o\nYoung black millionaire, why you still in there\nCheckin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes\n\nIf gettin money's a crime, well then i'm guilty as charged\nFilthy rich, lord built to be large\nI'll have the city sick\nPullin that silver shit out the garage\nUnder the sun with yo chick gettin a massage\n\nChorus\n\nVerse 3:?, peter gunz, & lord tariq\nWell these bitches tryin to sleep on me\nWop\nYou shouldn't sign these niggas down they suckin d\nDrop\nAnd now they wanna sweat cause we double p\nStop\nGot the nerve to call my office for a free cd\nCop\nMan they said we couldn't do it but we it's done\nAnd they said we wouldn't win but we won\nThey said it would be better if we run\n(together)\nBut 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Chorus\n\n  Verse 3:?, peter gunz, & lord tariq\n  Well these bitches tryin to sleep on me\n  Wop\n  You shouldn't sign these niggas down they suckin d\n  Drop\n  And now they wanna sweat cause we double p\n  Stop\n  Got the nerve to call my office for a free cd\n  Cop\n  Man they said we couldn't do it but we it's done\n  And they said we wouldn't win but we won\n  They said it would be better if we run\n  (together)\n  But we ran to the top of the charts\n  Platinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart\n  Well she mention little gunz, tariq\n  Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet\n\n  We just tryin to eat, the bronx applyin the heat\n  You estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week\n\n  Chorus\n\n  Outro: peter gunz\n  We will ball\n  We won't fall\n  We will ball\n  We won't fall\n  We will ball\n  We won't fall\n"},{"id":10856520,"name":"Déjà Vu","trackName":"Déjà Vu","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It 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Peter knows how to eat her and beat her\n\nNiggaz in the Bronx call me Lex\n'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex\nAnd I lounge on Lex' and I love sex\nAnd I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex\nLike Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\nBut when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe\n\nNew York niggaz got crazy game\nBut outta town niggaz is all the same\nBrooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\nThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nHarlem niggaz know how to play\nMack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\nNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\nStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\nBut if it wasn't for the Bronx\nThis rap shit probably never would be going on\nSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nYo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\nRight next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\nFor these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\nThinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\nI'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\nOn them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\nI'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\nWalkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\nPuffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\nThan an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\nRiches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\nWith the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\nKeep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\nAnd I strap for my foes like a saddle\nI rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\nTalk shit? 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Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nPeter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\nSoundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\nMoney Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\nAnd KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n\nShaolin, play, play on\nStrong Isle, play, play on and a\nMt. 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Maybe\n[02:24.53] I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n[02:28.10] On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n[02:29.03] I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n[02:31.70] Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n[02:34.43] Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n[02:37.13] Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n[02:38.95] Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n[02:41.64] With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n[02:44.31] Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n[02:47.06] And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n[02:48.88] I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n[02:51.56] Talk shit? 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Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\n  Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\n  Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n  For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n  Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\n  I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n  On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n  I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n  Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\n  Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n  Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n  Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n  With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\n  Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n  And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n  I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n  Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview\n\n  Bronx most wanted, front get confronted\n  Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds\n  Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted\n  You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded\n\n  With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out\n  From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt\n  Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about\n  And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth\n  I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house\n  'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now\n\n  New York niggaz got crazy game\n  But outta town niggaz is all the same\n  Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\n  That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\n  Harlem niggaz know how to play\n  Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n  Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\n  Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\n  But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n  This rap shit probably never would be going on\n  So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\n  Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\n  Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\n  Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\n  And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n\n  Shaolin, play, play on\n  Strong Isle, play, play on and a\n  Mt. Vern, play play on\n  And Yonkers, play play on and a\n  Puttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?\n  N.Y. and world wide\n"},{"id":10548557,"name":"Cross Bronx Expressway","trackName":"Cross Bronx Expressway","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah one more time\nSeventies shit got the lean\nShit is leanin it's to the left\nIt's just leanin dribblin\nLike he gave it a bag of dugy\nOr a bag of that tango and cash\nIt's just leanin and shit seventies\n\nAyo i been through many places\nDone many things\nSeen the eyes of many faces\nFrom new york to texas\nTo the faces on rolexes\nNot a racist or sexist\nAnd the best is the lord, none the less is gunz\nNothin less than a lexus\nBubble eye with b-b-s's\nTrouble minds and troubled times\nStacks, i'm tryin to double mine\nI'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\nMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\n\nAnd we 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tried that shit\nThat's why mothafuckas gotta die like this\n\nI'm on the cross bronx with gunz my man\nOn the south side of town wit a brick in my hand\nForrest, melrose, mckinley, the boulevard, washington\nMadison, broadland\n\nI'm on the cross bronx with gunz my man\nOn the south side of town wit a brick in my hand\nBrook ave., cryprus, hunt's point, saint john, little vil\nTrinity, creston, walton\n\nI had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam\nOn my head like a infrarred he's dead, but i redeem\nNow i'm back nigga, it's on nigga\nRun nigga, joe nigga, pun nigga, lord nigga\nGunz mothafuckas ain't really knowin i'm really goin\nAnd feelin i'm showin that my main objective is benz and lexuses\nCop rolexeses, get bigot in texases\nSo fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist\nFar from a devil, im god i mean i'm guns\nAnd i shine like sun\nRhyme like none\nFind my gun\nGot beef with this nigga with hits and shit\nChips and shit, run around here switchin shit\nTellin people 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leanin dribblin\n  Like he gave it a bag of dugy\n  Or a bag of that tango and cash\n  It's just leanin and shit seventies\n\n  Ayo i been through many places\n  Done many things\n  Seen the eyes of many faces\n  From new york to texas\n  To the faces on rolexes\n  Not a racist or sexist\n  And the best is the lord, none the less is gunz\n  Nothin less than a lexus\n  Bubble eye with b-b-s's\n  Trouble minds and troubled times\n  Stacks, i'm tryin to double mine\n  I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines\n  Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times\n\n  And we searchin for this nigga to try\n  I'm bubblin mine\n  If we don't get him now then we will in due time\n  I bust enough shots to kill him two times\n  I do crimes\n  I get caught then my mind's defindin my son's rhymes\n\n  Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time\n  I been through it under the influence\n  Bustin off i'm runnin into it\n  See me say he didn't do it\n  Put the nine to 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glock nineteen\n  And i'ma pop like steam\n  Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor\n  With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin\n  And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken\n  And words from the funkmaster flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin\n  There's only one guns, from what it's worth\n  That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth\n\n  I'm on the cross bronx with big pun and my man\n  On the west side of town with a gun in my hand\n  174th, vice ave., briant, long fellow, ho ave\n  Platona park, boston road, prospect\n\n  I'm on the cross bronx with big pun and my man\n  On the west side of town with a gun in my hand\n  Lambert, schremont, concourse, jerome ave\n  3rd ave., hogdan, webster, simpson\n\n  Yo we the bronx avengers\n  Partners in these peelan adventures\n  We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless\n  So be conscious of us, if you march against us\n  I'm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have 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sent me\nthey tight and kids laugh, so I be cuttin' school, a'ight\nI wanna thank you for my brother smokin' crack\nI also wanna thank you for my cousin gettin' shot in his back\nI wanna thank you for my friends that's gone\nI mean they all under thirty right, but life goes on\nI wanna thank you for my moms being sad\nthanks for the house with the swimming pool I never had\nI wanna thank you for my Uncle Bill, smart enough to get his PhD\nhe got HIV\nI wanna thank you for my pops, what a joke\nwork hard all of his life and got nothin' to show\nI wanna thank you for the lives that you moved\nI also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth\nand I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell me where to go\nheaven or hell, eleven to twelve\nand I'm ready when you ready, just tell me don't breath\nwill you forgive me 'cause I didn't believe?\nall I know is that...\n\n[Chorus: Peter Gunz]\nwhen it's my time to go\nall I wanna know\nam I gonna see him or see you?\ngive me a clue, tell me what to do\nwill you open the gates or am I through\nforgive me for my negatvie thoughts and all my sins\nfrom what I know now Lord I wish I knew then\nI seen alot of bad, never had reason to beleive\nnow I simply thank you for this air that I breath\n\n[Lord Tariq]\nyo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy\nthat religion and forgivin' church stuff never fazed me\nlivin' off the word of a teacher\nmy friends up the block gettin' fat sellin' crack to the preacher\nJohova's witness says he witnessed, but he never seen\nwhat he seeks is forever green, and he forever fiend\nI used to hit the mas now and then\nme and X used to bill with these guys that was five percent\nbut see, one thing I learned in life being hard\nis no matter who you serve in life, there's one God\nwether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese\nyou breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed\nthat's why I'm sayin' you're wrong\nif you're sayin' my song is blasphomy, just ask of me\nI got God in me just like an artery\nIf I offended you then pardon me\nthe things I seen in life hardened me\nwanna treat the next man like a slave\nand go to church shoutin', holy ghostin' and\nclaimin' you're saved\nthen you think because the offer that you gave, you forgivin'\nbut you better fix the life that you're livin'\nyou wanna be God-filled, steady sinnin', change your ways\n'cause you know it's really money that you praise\nit's time to wake up, drop yo' blunt and put away the beer\n'cause I'm feelin' like the last days is here\nfor real\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[One Accord]\nforgive me Lord\nfor I have sinned\nand now I know\nI know you exist\n(I wanna thank you)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Time to Go\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. 1 Accord)\n\n  [Peter Gunz]\n  you know what they say\n  God forgives all sins\n  except suicide\n  then I guess I'll be a'ight\n  'cause I ain't gon' kill myself\n  you know\n\n  I was raised atheist, God was a myth\n  never prayed 'cause I never seen, and I was never with\n  kneelin' on my knees, just thankin' Jesus\n  for stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin'\n  it's like\n  thanks for the lights that ain't on\n  thanks for the food that's gone\n  and my stomach's tight empty\n  thanks for the clothes that ya sent me\n  they tight and kids laugh, so I be cuttin' school, a'ight\n  I wanna thank you for my brother smokin' crack\n  I also wanna thank you for my cousin gettin' shot in his back\n  I wanna thank you for my friends that's gone\n  I mean they all under thirty right, but life goes on\n  I wanna thank you for my moms being sad\n  thanks for the house with the swimming pool I never had\n  I wanna thank you for my Uncle Bill, smart enough to get his PhD\n  he got HIV\n  I wanna thank you for my pops, what a joke\n  work hard all of his life and got nothin' to show\n  I wanna thank you for the lives that you moved\n  I also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth\n  and I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell me where to go\n  heaven or hell, eleven to twelve\n  and I'm ready when you ready, just tell me don't breath\n  will you forgive me 'cause I didn't believe?\n  all I know is that...\n\n  [Chorus: Peter Gunz]\n  when it's my time to go\n  all I wanna know\n  am I gonna see him or see you?\n  give me a clue, tell me what to do\n  will you open the gates or am I through\n  forgive me for my negatvie thoughts and all my sins\n  from what I know now Lord I wish I knew then\n  I seen alot of bad, never had reason to beleive\n  now I simply thank you for this air that I breath\n\n  [Lord Tariq]\n  yo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy\n  that religion and forgivin' church stuff never fazed me\n  livin' off the word of a teacher\n  my friends up the block gettin' fat sellin' crack to the preacher\n  Johova's witness says he witnessed, but he never seen\n  what he seeks is forever green, and he forever fiend\n  I used to hit the mas now and then\n  me and X used to bill with these guys that was five percent\n  but see, one thing I learned in life being hard\n  is no matter who you serve in life, there's one God\n  wether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese\n  you breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed\n  that's why I'm sayin' you're wrong\n  if you're sayin' my song is blasphomy, just ask of me\n  I got God in me just like an artery\n  If I offended you then pardon me\n  the things I seen in life hardened me\n  wanna treat the next man like a slave\n  and go to church shoutin', holy ghostin' and\n  claimin' you're saved\n  then you think because the offer that you gave, you forgivin'\n  but you better fix the life that you're livin'\n  you wanna be God-filled, steady sinnin', change your ways\n  'cause you know it's really money that you praise\n  it's time to wake up, drop yo' blunt and put away the beer\n  'cause I'm feelin' like the last days is here\n  for real\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [One Accord]\n  forgive me Lord\n  for I have sinned\n  and now I know\n  I know you exist\n  (I wanna thank you)\n"},{"id":10548545,"name":"Massive Heat","trackName":"Massive Heat","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kurupt: Uh, PG\nVerse 1: Peter Gunz\nI walk holdin my balls,\nAbout an inch from the wall,\nKeep hips hypnotized as if\nMy name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,\nNigga keep a headlock,\nTrust Gunz with your wife?\nMotherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,\nPeas don't eevr doubt it,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Massive Heat\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kurupt: Uh, PG\n  Verse 1: Peter Gunz\n  I walk holdin my balls,\n  About an inch from the wall,\n  Keep hips hypnotized as if\n  My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,\n  Nigga keep a headlock,\n  Trust Gunz with your wife?\n  Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,\n  Peas don't eevr doubt it,\n"},{"id":10548548,"name":"One Life to Live","trackName":"One Life to Live","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: peter gunz\nNiggas sick shit\n\nLord tariq:\nNow whatchu wanna do type of niggas\n\nPeter gunz:\nThey don't know now they'll never know that's how i feel\n\nVerse 1: lord tariq\nAnd on the seventh day the lord made money\nOn the sixth day i busted my gun\n500 000 is not half of one\nCaught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale i ordere for bronx niggas\nIf you want it i'll head up with the connect just the game of respect\nWith the game that i schock, througout the plains of the u.s\nMakin clean to this, which is the killer get killed\nSo why carry if you need a gaselle for real\n\nPeter gunz:\nYo, when i caught my gun charge, your felony\nNiggas ve tellin me, gunz instead of totin guns\nIt's all about guns, instead of bustin guns\nNigga get funds and let these niggas know you be the one\nSo i'm in? rhaki's isle and kawasaki?\nWrote letters for clans, you never got at me\nYou heard the block on your phone so i never call\nBut i know one day i'll be home to dog\nAnd watch you niggas fall\n\nLord tariq:\nAiyyo gunz, move in silence i push that the street\nOn blocks to black streets where the murders was meet\nAnd stash money keeps a nigga standing on his feet\nAnd best believe that we play for? kiki-meat?\nThe lord tariq & pg nigga ain't nothin happenin\nSo i beeen to the weese, my cars matching the platinum\nYou think that you's a star, can't happen\nCan put down the mics, pull up the girls to get the clappin what\n\nChorus: peter gunz\nYou got one life to live, one gun to bust\nOne nigga to save, one nigga to rush\nIt's all about sex, money, life or death\nYou gotta make a choice is it right or left\n\nLord tariq:\nYou got one life to live, one gun to bust\nOne nigga to save, one nigga to rush\nIt's all about sex, money, life or death\nYou gotta make a choice is it right or left\n\nVerse 2: peter gunz\nAll my 74 put down a real meeting\nBusting the motherfucking gun out\nIn case a nigga run up, keep a nigga done up\n\nDark the sun up, be ready to flee\nYo lord, tell em where you be\n\nLord tariq:\nCatch me in the bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas\nNo love niggas, givin nigga rob, nigga what nigga\nFeel a nigga out first avoiding bug niggas\nBreaking brand was a big name drug-nigga\nTell me is it in my blood, nigga what?\nDeal goin down the park, don't wanna cut, get cut the fuck up\nYou niggas lust to bust guns, the way a nigga bust none\nNigga trust none, my bust guns will trust funds\nSo if you ever need a niggabeep me 911\nAnd watch how quick nigga come to leave another num\nI'm from soundview projects where all my niggas from\nAnd uptown just respect to call another nigga dumb\n\nPeter gunz:\nSome say i'm sain, some say i'm off\nLabel me roc-a-feller cause i'm hot like stars\nI wanna test arousa but i settle for a paw\nShit, you ask me why, let that motherfucker go\nGreen back, it's time to lean back and set the roll\nAnd if so, your money from this music should i throw\nYour rap-shit is platinum, but that other shit is gold\nWhen i see my money-wise, that other shit gotta go\n\nChrous\n\nVerse 3: lord tariq\nYo gunz, i know there's a lot of niggas scheamin now\nCause they heard that we got it\n(peter gunz)\nI got another clique for niggas lookin at my pockets\nConsider your life equivalent to the shit on my wrist\n(lord tariq)\nAnd while we squeezin you can think about this\n(peter gunz)\nNigga, six shots to the chest\n(lord tariq)\nThe other 10 to the head\nSo even if you got your best, you face the color of dead\n(peter gunz)\nThese bronx niggas wanna bread if you creep you can get it\nBut keep an eye on your walk, you gots ta take these bullets with it\n(lord tariq)\nLike blaouw!\nY'all niggas know the deal now, i'm foul\nI do a killing with a smouw\n(peter gunz)\nNow how the fuck you're gonna rumble with the biggest niggas\nWith the biggest triggers and cali-figures\nThat's steady blasting on you bitch niggas\n(lord tariq)\nIt be the bronx nigga borough of kidnappers and rappers\nSo wanna guard you getting break bradles and cradles\n(peter gunz)\nIt's like plain and simple, the kings of the temple\nBe the 1st one to bust you like a pimple motherfucker\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: One Life to Live\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: peter gunz\n  Niggas sick shit\n\n  Lord tariq:\n  Now whatchu wanna do type of niggas\n\n  Peter gunz:\n  They don't know now they'll never know that's how i feel\n\n  Verse 1: lord tariq\n  And on the seventh day the lord made money\n  On the sixth day i busted my gun\n  500 000 is not half of one\n  Caught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale i ordere for bronx niggas\n  If you want it i'll head up with the connect just the game of respect\n  With the game that i schock, througout the plains of the u.s\n  Makin clean to this, which is the killer get killed\n  So why carry if you need a gaselle for real\n\n  Peter gunz:\n  Yo, when i caught my gun charge, your felony\n  Niggas ve tellin me, gunz instead of totin guns\n  It's all about guns, instead of bustin guns\n  Nigga get funds and let these niggas know you be the one\n  So i'm in? rhaki's isle and kawasaki?\n  Wrote letters for clans, you never got at me\n  You heard the block on your phone so i never call\n  But i know one day i'll be home to dog\n  And watch you niggas fall\n\n  Lord tariq:\n  Aiyyo gunz, move in silence i push that the street\n  On blocks to black streets where the murders was meet\n  And stash money keeps a nigga standing on his feet\n  And best believe that we play for? kiki-meat?\n  The lord tariq & pg nigga ain't nothin happenin\n  So i beeen to the weese, my cars matching the platinum\n  You think that you's a star, can't happen\n  Can put down the mics, pull up the girls to get the clappin what\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz\n  You got one life to live, one gun to bust\n  One nigga to save, one nigga to rush\n  It's all about sex, money, life or death\n  You gotta make a choice is it right or left\n\n  Lord tariq:\n  You got one life to live, one gun to bust\n  One nigga to save, one nigga to rush\n  It's all about sex, money, life or death\n  You gotta make a choice is it right or left\n\n  Verse 2: peter gunz\n  All my 74 put down a real meeting\n  Busting the motherfucking gun out\n  In case a nigga run up, keep a nigga done up\n\n  Dark the sun up, be ready to flee\n  Yo lord, tell em where you be\n\n  Lord tariq:\n  Catch me in the bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas\n  No love niggas, givin nigga rob, nigga what nigga\n  Feel a nigga out first avoiding bug niggas\n  Breaking brand was a big name drug-nigga\n  Tell me is it in my blood, nigga what?\n  Deal goin down the park, don't wanna cut, get cut the fuck up\n  You niggas lust to bust guns, the way a nigga bust none\n  Nigga trust none, my bust guns will trust funds\n  So if you ever need a niggabeep me 911\n  And watch how quick nigga come to leave another num\n  I'm from soundview projects where all my niggas from\n  And uptown just respect to call another nigga dumb\n\n  Peter gunz:\n  Some say i'm sain, some say i'm off\n  Label me roc-a-feller cause i'm hot like stars\n  I wanna test arousa but i settle for a paw\n  Shit, you ask me why, let that motherfucker go\n  Green back, it's time to lean back and set the roll\n  And if so, your money from this music should i throw\n  Your rap-shit is platinum, but that other shit is gold\n  When i see my money-wise, that other shit gotta go\n\n  Chrous\n\n  Verse 3: lord tariq\n  Yo gunz, i know there's a lot of niggas scheamin now\n  Cause they heard that we got it\n  (peter gunz)\n  I got another clique for niggas lookin at my pockets\n  Consider your life equivalent to the shit on my wrist\n  (lord tariq)\n  And while we squeezin you can think about this\n  (peter gunz)\n  Nigga, six shots to the chest\n  (lord tariq)\n  The other 10 to the head\n  So even if you got your best, you face the color of dead\n  (peter gunz)\n  These bronx niggas wanna bread if you creep you can get it\n  But keep an eye on your walk, you gots ta take these bullets with it\n  (lord tariq)\n  Like blaouw!\n  Y'all niggas know the deal now, i'm foul\n  I do a killing with a smouw\n  (peter gunz)\n  Now how the fuck you're gonna rumble with the biggest niggas\n  With the biggest triggers and cali-figures\n  That's steady blasting on you bitch niggas\n  (lord tariq)\n  It be the bronx nigga borough of kidnappers and rappers\n  So wanna guard you getting break bradles and cradles\n  (peter gunz)\n  It's like plain and simple, the kings of the temple\n  Be the 1st one to bust you like a pimple motherfucker\n\n  Chorus\n"},{"id":10548556,"name":"Deja Vu","trackName":"Deja Vu","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"New York to the heart but got love for all\nLie and die in the fire where I learned to ball\nUptown is the place where I lay my dome\nOn the streets of the Bronx where my family roam\n\nHoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter\nPlaya haters can feel the flame from my heater\nI never really liked to play a fool like that\nBut I love to succeed and see foes fall flat\n\nSplat like Deja Vu\nAnd I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew\nI sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol\nJust 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt\n\nKeep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged\nAnything less than that, you keep the change\nNot filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke\nBlessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope\n\nFriends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife\n'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife\nAnd that's life, you should learn how to treat her\nI guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her\n\nNiggaz in the Bronx call me Lex\n'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex\nAnd I lounge on Lex' and I love sex\nAnd I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex\nLike Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\nBut when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe\n\nNew York niggaz got crazy game\nBut outta town niggaz is all the same\nBrooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\nThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nHarlem niggaz know how to play\nMack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\nNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\nStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\nBut if it wasn't for the Bronx\nThis rap shit probably never would be going on\nSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nYo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\nRight next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\nFor these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\nThinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\nI'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\nOn them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\nI'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\nWalkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\nPuffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\nThan an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\nRiches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\nWith the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\nKeep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\nAnd I strap for my foes like a saddle\nI rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\nTalk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview\n\nBronx most wanted, front get confronted\nPlaya, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds\nLike Big I., red eyed, mad blunted\nYou step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded\n\nWith the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out\nFrom, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt\nKeep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about\nAnd put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth\nI'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house\n'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now\n\nNew York niggaz got crazy game\nBut outta town niggaz is all the same\nBrooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\nThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n\nHarlem niggaz know how to play\nMack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\nNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\nStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n\nBut if it wasn't for the Bronx\nThis rap shit probably never would be going on\nSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\nWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\nPeter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\nSoundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\nMoney Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\nAnd KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n\nShaolin, play, play on\nStrong Isle, play, play on and a\nMt. Vern, play play on\nAnd Yonkers, play play on and a\nPuttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?\nN.Y. and world wide","syncedLyrics":"[00:32.75] New York to the heart but got love for all\n[00:34.87] Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball\n[00:35.86] Uptown is the place where I lay my dome\n[00:37.95] On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam\n[00:40.46] Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter\n[00:42.62] Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater\n[00:45.69] I never really liked to play a fool like that\n[00:48.23] But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat\n[00:50.75] Splat like Deja Vu\n[00:52.94] And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew\n[00:55.48] I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol\n[00:58.13] Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt\n[01:00.52] Keep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged\n[01:03.44] Anything less than that, you keep the change\n[01:05.50] Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke\n[01:07.58] Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope\n[01:10.47] Friends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife\n[01:12.62] 'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife\n[01:15.13] And that's life, you should learn how to treat her\n[01:17.62] I guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her\n[01:20.51] Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex\n[01:22.89] 'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex\n[01:24.91] And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex\n[01:28.43] And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex\n[01:30.17] Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul\n[01:33.55] But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe\n[01:34.92] New York niggaz got crazy game\n[01:37.32] But outta town niggaz is all the same\n[01:40.18] Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\n[01:42.59] That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n[01:47.70] Harlem niggaz know how to play\n[01:48.33] Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n[01:50.06] Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\n[01:52.36] Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n[01:54.69] But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n[01:56.12] This rap shit probably never would be going on\n[01:58.38] So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n[02:01.88] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[02:12.17] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[02:14.94] Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\n[02:18.13] Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n[02:19.74] For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n[02:22.47] Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n[02:25.05] I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n[02:27.19] On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n[02:29.58] I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n[02:31.93] Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n[02:35.06] Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n[02:37.30] Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n[02:39.67] Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n[02:44.18] With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n[02:44.91] Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n[02:47.77] And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n[02:50.40] I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n[02:53.05] Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview\n[02:54.64] Bronx most wanted, front get confronted\n[02:56.75] Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds\n[02:59.27] Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted\n[03:02.77] You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded\n[03:04.94] With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out\n[03:06.87] From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt\n[03:09.27] Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about\n[03:12.48] And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth\n[03:14.23] I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house\n[03:16.53] 'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now\n[03:19.38] New York niggaz got crazy game\n[03:21.96] But outta town niggaz is all the same\n[03:24.12] Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot\n[03:26.97] That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot\n[03:30.12] Harlem niggaz know how to play\n[03:31.96] Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay\n[03:34.30] Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock\n[03:36.67] Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot\n[03:39.03] But if it wasn't for the Bronx\n[03:40.56] This rap shit probably never would be going on\n[03:43.06] So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n[03:47.41] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[03:48.79] We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n[03:58.43] Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?\n[04:06.32] Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?\n[04:07.67] Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?\n[04:09.02] And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?\n[04:17.93] Shaolin, play, play on\n[04:19.14] Strong Isle, play, play on and a\n[04:21.23] Mt. 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Uptown, baby, uptown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n  We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby\n\n  Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot\n  Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked\n  For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around\n  Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe\n\n  I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments\n  On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us\n  I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life\n  Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by\n\n  Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper\n  Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow\n  Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five\n  With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo\n\n  Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow\n  And I strap for my foes like a saddle\n  I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel\n  Talk shit? 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Barfield drive a? 2 oldsmobile\nKeep a low appeal, but oh yo he抯 so for real\nI stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel\nThey be the first to snitch so you alert a chick\nIf she settle Cam I抦a hurt the bitch\nAnd I don抰 care who she mess with\nRest with, put too much time and effort\nTo get a deficit, fuck the relevant\nAffections what you better get, stay on defense\nCause when you see me tense\nIt抯 about to be a real wild sequence\nGot to debench and we hot\nLike a weed spot, let off three shots\nSpray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got\nSo we switch now, Don抯 house come with three rots\nAnd um Harlem niggas know how to play\nCause I got the 600 and the rest of y抋ll want it\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\n\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nKilla Cam and ya don抰 stop\nThe Lord Tariq and ya won抰 stop\n\nVerse 3: Lord Tariq\nThe Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga I get around\n8th ave., bright lights niggas, all tops down\nI turn yo smiles to frowns\nAnd get you clown niggas sick\nWhen I come around I got yo bitch on my dick\nUptown movin nothin but stones and bricks\nSince? 6 I was ownin shit, I抦 born to flick\nA O to an 8th, 8th to keys and quick\nWe gettin chased by the P抯 and shit\nTearin up the turnpike when I burn right\nAnd a man抯 position is based on when he earns right\nWell from silly to willy nigg-az wit big cas, that gotta connect\nI walk the world gettin Gotti respect\nI got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX\nAnd to my hoes how you want those cash or check\nWire or charge, my dick is hard bitch thanx\nI ain抰 got no money cause I ain抰 yo fuckin bank\nFeds still lookin, searchin all through Brooklyn\nBut I抦 in the Bronx takin paper that抯 tooken\nHeaded Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown\nFuck the fun, I抦 gettin mon, it抯 no time to fuck around\nI gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds\nPack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds\nA big nigga I抦 soon to be now\nThe block is hot but I抦 ice so I抦 coolin it down\nI gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher抯 mound\nI got the money the power and the bitches now\nFeds takin pictures now\nThe thugs wanna get ya now\nBut I got somethin for you thugs, take this nigga, blaow\nShot that nigga down in his town\nFirst round, ding, bell ring it抯 on\nNow who抯 the next nigga dead in my next song, mothafucka\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nLord Tariq and ya don抰 stop\nAnd Peter Gunz and ya won抰 stop\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nUptown and ya don抰 stop\nThe Boogie Down and ya won抰 stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets to da Stage\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1: Peter Gunz\n  It抯 been a long time comin, but I came\n  Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I抦 sane\n  Been a lotta fun, lotta pain\n  Lotta shit changed, I use to hop trains\n  Now I抦 hoppin in planes headed for Lanes\n  I use to have a job but I quit\n  Niggas in the Bronx called me lex\n  Now they call me mothafuckin six\n  Bitches use to front now they switch\n  Cause they walk by tappin my dick lickin they lips\n  See me in the Bronx strollin\n  Down the muthafuckin street, holdin\n  Nothin but mothafuckin heat\n  Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns\n  Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas that抣l rip you from yo neck to yo lung\n  Have you lyin in a pool of your blood swallowin tongue\n  As sweet as it look don抰 get it twisted\n  Or get twisted too, right up in your mothafuckin biscuit\n  I remember when my P-O said Peto\n  You need to get yo shit together and see the C-O\n  That抯 when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu\n  And rounded up a hundred thugs that抯 blaze y抋ll too\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Peter Gunz and ya don抰 stop\n  And Killer Cam and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Verse 2: Cam扲on\n  Ayo my transporter 65\n  Ya all know the deal\n  J. Barfield drive a? 2 oldsmobile\n  Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he抯 so for real\n  I stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel\n  They be the first to snitch so you alert a chick\n  If she settle Cam I抦a hurt the bitch\n  And I don抰 care who she mess with\n  Rest with, put too much time and effort\n  To get a deficit, fuck the relevant\n  Affections what you better get, stay on defense\n  Cause when you see me tense\n  It抯 about to be a real wild sequence\n  Got to debench and we hot\n  Like a weed spot, let off three shots\n  Spray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got\n  So we switch now, Don抯 house come with three rots\n  And um Harlem niggas know how to play\n  Cause I got the 600 and the rest of y抋ll want it\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Killa Cam and ya don抰 stop\n  The Lord Tariq and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Verse 3: Lord Tariq\n  The Lord Tariq, a Bronx 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stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds\n  Pack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds\n  A big nigga I抦 soon to be now\n  The block is hot but I抦 ice so I抦 coolin it down\n  I gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher抯 mound\n  I got the money the power and the bitches now\n  Feds takin pictures now\n  The thugs wanna get ya now\n  But I got somethin for you thugs, take this nigga, blaow\n  Shot that nigga down in his town\n  First round, ding, bell ring it抯 on\n  Now who抯 the next nigga dead in my next song, mothafucka\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Lord Tariq and ya don抰 stop\n  And Peter Gunz and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Uptown and ya don抰 stop\n  The Boogie Down and ya won抰 stop\n"},{"id":10548550,"name":"Who Am I","trackName":"Who Am I","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What, yo yo yo yo\nI'm broken down from keys to Oz's to grams\nAnd being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand\nWho am I?\nYou can find me on a corner of your block\nAnd I'm boning powder forming transform into a rock\nWho am I?\n\nI suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand\nI'm transported through borders for grams\nSo who am I?\nSmall and white like shining so bright\nMight take your son's life in the middle of the night\nWho am I?\n\nChopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks\nAnd I'm sold through a hole through the wall, I'm controlling you all\nSo who am I?\nMy pipe game is wicked\nAnd an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted\nWho am I?\n\nI might last for five minutes, but that's all right\nBecause that 25 Mitch will get you high all night\nSo who am I?\nI'm born to kill blacks\nAnd I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack\n\nSo who am I?\nVery small, and I stashed in walls\n(Who am I?)\nI get you high and I'm smoked in halls\n(Who am I?)\nYou must come if hear me call\n\nSo who am I?\nI'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile\n(Who am I?)\nI move in file when you hear me go blau\n(Who am I?)\nI'm Teflon so how you like me now?\nSo who am I?\n\nYo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right\nAnd I quick to run up and take your life in the night\nI hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs\nJust like Christmas I light shit up\n\nI got cousins and clips\nThat hang around bloods and crips\nMostly found around your drugs and whips\nFind me in a artery\n\nSomewhere in your body\nWhile your lying there leaking\nLooking at Lord saying, \"Soddy\"\nI was shot at the best\n\n(Fly)\nHit many vests\nBut 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests\nColorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it\nKids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket\n\nS'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping\nSeven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping\nMajority, minority die when I fuck\nBut I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck\n\nI'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile\n(Who am I?)\nI move in file when you hear me go blau\n(Who am I?)\nI'm Teflon so how you like me now?\nWho am I?\n\nUnseen and I'm quick to do a killing\n(Who am I?)\nI move fast and I laugh at penicillin'\n(Who am I?)\nThe type of nigga that'd make ya die\nSo who am I?\n\nYou can find me in your body if you don't use protection\nIt's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson\nI'm small but deadly, break a nigga down\nI know you heard my name 'cause nigga I get around\n\nNow I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs\nShooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood\nWhen I see you, and I see you\nCorrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking\n\nYo, I'm the biggest nigga on your block\nAnd I kill more niggas than your glock, like or not\nI'm outta control, pull your body outta your soul\nThan I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold\n\nNow you can catch me but can't kill me\nTry to scare but you can't feel me\nMothafuckers just don't hear me in the year 2010\nProbably be the end, I just spread around the world and I do it again\n\nUnseen and I'm quick to do a killing\n(Who am I?)\nI move fast and I laugh at penicillin'\n(Who am I?)\nThe type of nigga that'd make ya die\nSo who am I?\nWhat, what","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Who Am I\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What, yo yo yo yo\n  I'm broken down from keys to Oz's to grams\n  And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand\n  Who am I?\n  You can find me on a corner of your block\n  And I'm boning powder forming transform into a rock\n  Who am I?\n\n  I suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand\n  I'm transported through borders for grams\n  So who am I?\n  Small and white like shining so bright\n  Might take your son's life in the middle of the night\n  Who am I?\n\n  Chopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks\n  And I'm sold through a hole through the wall, I'm controlling you all\n  So who am I?\n  My pipe game is wicked\n  And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted\n  Who am I?\n\n  I might last for five minutes, but that's all right\n  Because that 25 Mitch will get you high all night\n  So who am I?\n  I'm born to kill blacks\n  And I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack\n\n  So who am I?\n  Very small, and I stashed in walls\n  (Who am I?)\n  I get you high and I'm smoked in halls\n  (Who am I?)\n  You must come if hear me call\n\n  So who am I?\n  I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile\n  (Who am I?)\n  I move in file when you hear me go blau\n  (Who am I?)\n  I'm Teflon so how you like me now?\n  So who am I?\n\n  Yo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right\n  And I quick to run up and take your life in the night\n  I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs\n  Just like Christmas I light shit up\n\n  I got cousins and clips\n  That hang around bloods and crips\n  Mostly found around your drugs and whips\n  Find me in a artery\n\n  Somewhere in your body\n  While your lying there leaking\n  Looking at Lord saying, \"Soddy\"\n  I was shot at the best\n\n  (Fly)\n  Hit many vests\n  But 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests\n  Colorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it\n  Kids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket\n\n  S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping\n  Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping\n  Majority, minority die when I fuck\n  But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck\n\n  I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile\n  (Who am I?)\n  I move in file when you hear me go blau\n  (Who am I?)\n  I'm Teflon so how you like me now?\n  Who am I?\n\n  Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing\n  (Who am I?)\n  I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'\n  (Who am I?)\n  The type of nigga that'd make ya die\n  So who am I?\n\n  You can find me in your body if you don't use protection\n  It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson\n  I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down\n  I know you heard my name 'cause nigga I get around\n\n  Now I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs\n  Shooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood\n  When I see you, and I see you\n  Corrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking\n\n  Yo, I'm the biggest nigga on your block\n  And I kill more niggas than your glock, like or not\n  I'm outta control, pull your body outta your soul\n  Than I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold\n\n  Now you can catch me but can't kill me\n  Try to scare but you can't feel me\n  Mothafuckers just don't hear me in the year 2010\n  Probably be the end, I just spread around the world and I do it again\n\n  Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing\n  (Who am I?)\n  I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'\n  (Who am I?)\n  The type of nigga that'd make ya die\n  So who am I?\n  What, what\n"},{"id":12229841,"name":"Fiesta feat. Will Tracks","trackName":"Fiesta feat. Will Tracks","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus: Lord Tariq\n\nParty all night fiesta forever\nGetting cheddar whatever together whatever\n\nVerse 1: Lord Tariq\n\nOne dres on the six I resurrect the willie hottest (dick)\nI'm rich plotter on your daughter I'm magician cause I trick\nAnd your man wanna flip cause I'm poppin that (shit)\nTakin the shop (bitch) yo honey hoppin the whip\n(Shit's) real I won't hit it niggas droppin will split\nSpend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get\nTake the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this\nPDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist\nTake it, no I insist, we can (fuck) in the morning\nAnd shop through the day\nTonight Max was performing so we can go play\nHuh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party\nWhen the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body\nConsidered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and\nHis and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer\nSo let's just\n\nChorus (2x)\n\nVerse 2: Lord Tariq\n\nAiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago\nIn New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe\nEven though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4\nStanding by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before\nBut I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin\nBeneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go\nNever mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve\nAnd she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go\nWithout a question yo, backseat the hard one\nParked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer\nRan through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night\nAnd I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight\nFor the\n\nChorus (2x)\n\nWill Tracks:\n\nJust do it, don't stop now\nMake it hurt you, just a little bit\nNot too much, it's workin\nGetting money all right now (2x)\n\nVerse 3: Lord Tariq\n\nA lot of women wanna be with me\nCause I sport linen, and I hang around with Peter G\nAnd they see me grinnin, rim spinnin on the silver-3\nStep to me and ask (Lord Tariq are you feelin me)\nCome on (bitch), dealin me, I'm boss playa MVP\nGetting cash frequently, easy ass, 1-2-3\nDoin at the leather-seat\nYou wanna be (fucked), me I'm kinda horny luckily\nBack in the club we get it on, it's the thug in me\nLet's\n\nChorus (2x)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fiesta feat. Will Tracks\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n\n  Party all night fiesta forever\n  Getting cheddar whatever together whatever\n\n  Verse 1: Lord Tariq\n\n  One dres on the six I resurrect the willie hottest (dick)\n  I'm rich plotter on your daughter I'm magician cause I trick\n  And your man wanna flip cause I'm poppin that (shit)\n  Takin the shop (bitch) yo honey hoppin the whip\n  (Shit's) real I won't hit it niggas droppin will split\n  Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get\n  Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this\n  PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist\n  Take it, no I insist, we can (fuck) in the morning\n  And shop through the day\n  Tonight Max was performing so we can go play\n  Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party\n  When the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body\n  Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and\n  His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer\n  So let's just\n\n  Chorus (2x)\n\n  Verse 2: Lord Tariq\n\n  Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago\n  In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe\n  Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4\n  Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before\n  But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin\n  Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go\n  Never mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve\n  And she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go\n  Without a question yo, backseat the hard one\n  Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer\n  Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night\n  And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight\n  For the\n\n  Chorus (2x)\n\n  Will Tracks:\n\n  Just do it, don't stop now\n  Make it hurt you, just a little bit\n  Not too much, it's workin\n  Getting money all right now (2x)\n\n  Verse 3: Lord Tariq\n\n  A lot of women wanna be with me\n  Cause I sport linen, and I hang around with Peter G\n  And they see me grinnin, rim spinnin on the silver-3\n  Step to me and ask (Lord Tariq are you feelin me)\n  Come on (bitch), dealin me, I'm boss playa MVP\n  Getting cash frequently, easy ass, 1-2-3\n  Doin at the leather-seat\n  You wanna be (fucked), me I'm kinda horny luckily\n  Back in the club we get it on, it's the thug in me\n  Let's\n\n  Chorus (2x)\n"},{"id":12229848,"name":"Streets to da Stage feat. Cam’ron","trackName":"Streets to da Stage feat. Cam’ron","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1: Peter Gunz\nIt抯 been a long time comin, but I came\nCoulda drove a nigga crazy, but I抦 sane\nBeen a lotta fun, lotta pain\nLotta shit changed, I use to hop trains\nNow I抦 hoppin in planes headed for Lanes\nI use to have a job but I quit\nNiggas in the Bronx called me lex\nNow they call me mothafuckin six\nBitches use to front now they switch\nCause they walk by tappin my dick lickin they lips\nSee me in the Bronx strollin\nDown the muthafuckin street, holdin\nNothin but mothafuckin heat\nSurrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns\nSome (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas that抣l rip you from yo neck to yo lung\nHave you lyin in a pool of your blood swallowin tongue\nAs sweet as it look don抰 get it twisted\nOr get twisted too, right up in your mothafuckin biscuit\nI remember when my P-O said Peto\nYou need to get yo shit together and see the C-O\nThat抯 when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu\nAnd rounded up a hundred thugs that抯 blaze y抋ll too\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nPeter Gunz and ya don抰 stop\nAnd Killer Cam and ya won抰 stop\n\nVerse 2: Cam扲on\nAyo my transporter 65\nYa all know the deal\nJ. Barfield drive a? 2 oldsmobile\nKeep a low appeal, but oh yo he抯 so for real\nI stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel\nThey be the first to snitch so you alert a chick\nIf she settle Cam I抦a hurt the bitch\nAnd I don抰 care who she mess with\nRest with, put too much time and effort\nTo get a deficit, fuck the relevant\nAffections what you better get, stay on defense\nCause when you see me tense\nIt抯 about to be a real wild sequence\nGot to debench and we hot\nLike a weed spot, let off three shots\nSpray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got\nSo we switch now, Don抯 house come with three rots\nAnd um Harlem niggas know how to play\nCause I got the 600 and the rest of y抋ll want it\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\n\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nKilla Cam and ya don抰 stop\nThe Lord Tariq and ya won抰 stop\n\nVerse 3: Lord Tariq\nThe Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga I get around\n8th ave., bright lights niggas, all tops down\nI turn yo smiles to frowns\nAnd get you clown niggas sick\nWhen I come around I got yo bitch on my dick\nUptown movin nothin but stones and bricks\nSince? 6 I was ownin shit, I抦 born to flick\nA O to an 8th, 8th to keys and quick\nWe gettin chased by the P抯 and shit\nTearin up the turnpike when I burn right\nAnd a man抯 position is based on when he earns right\nWell from silly to willy nigg-az wit big cas, that gotta connect\nI walk the world gettin Gotti respect\nI got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX\nAnd to my hoes how you want those cash or check\nWire or charge, my dick is hard bitch thanx\nI ain抰 got no money cause I ain抰 yo fuckin bank\nFeds still lookin, searchin all through Brooklyn\nBut I抦 in the Bronx takin paper that抯 tooken\nHeaded Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown\nFuck the fun, I抦 gettin mon, it抯 no time to fuck around\nI gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds\nPack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds\nA big nigga I抦 soon to be now\nThe block is hot but I抦 ice so I抦 coolin it down\nI gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher抯 mound\nI got the money the power and the bitches now\nFeds takin pictures now\nThe thugs wanna get ya now\nBut I got somethin for you thugs, take this nigga, blaow\nShot that nigga down in his town\nFirst round, ding, bell ring it抯 on\nNow who抯 the next nigga dead in my next song, mothafucka\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nLord Tariq and ya don抰 stop\nAnd Peter Gunz and ya won抰 stop\n\nChorus: Lord Tariq\nNow from the streets to da stage\nFrom movin stones and bricks\nTo makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\nUptown and ya don抰 stop\nThe Boogie Down and ya won抰 stop","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Streets to da Stage feat. Cam’ron\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse 1: Peter Gunz\n  It抯 been a long time comin, but I came\n  Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I抦 sane\n  Been a lotta fun, lotta pain\n  Lotta shit changed, I use to hop trains\n  Now I抦 hoppin in planes headed for Lanes\n  I use to have a job but I quit\n  Niggas in the Bronx called me lex\n  Now they call me mothafuckin six\n  Bitches use to front now they switch\n  Cause they walk by tappin my dick lickin they lips\n  See me in the Bronx strollin\n  Down the muthafuckin street, holdin\n  Nothin but mothafuckin heat\n  Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns\n  Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas that抣l rip you from yo neck to yo lung\n  Have you lyin in a pool of your blood swallowin tongue\n  As sweet as it look don抰 get it twisted\n  Or get twisted too, right up in your mothafuckin biscuit\n  I remember when my P-O said Peto\n  You need to get yo shit together and see the C-O\n  That抯 when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu\n  And rounded up a hundred thugs that抯 blaze y抋ll too\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Peter Gunz and ya don抰 stop\n  And Killer Cam and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Verse 2: Cam扲on\n  Ayo my transporter 65\n  Ya all know the deal\n  J. Barfield drive a? 2 oldsmobile\n  Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he抯 so for real\n  I stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel\n  They be the first to snitch so you alert a chick\n  If she settle Cam I抦a hurt the bitch\n  And I don抰 care who she mess with\n  Rest with, put too much time and effort\n  To get a deficit, fuck the relevant\n  Affections what you better get, stay on defense\n  Cause when you see me tense\n  It抯 about to be a real wild sequence\n  Got to debench and we hot\n  Like a weed spot, let off three shots\n  Spray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got\n  So we switch now, Don抯 house come with three rots\n  And um Harlem niggas know how to play\n  Cause I got the 600 and the rest of y抋ll want it\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Killa Cam and ya don抰 stop\n  The Lord Tariq and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Verse 3: Lord Tariq\n  The Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga I get around\n  8th ave., bright lights niggas, all tops down\n  I turn yo smiles to frowns\n  And get you clown niggas sick\n  When I come around I got yo bitch on my dick\n  Uptown movin nothin but stones and bricks\n  Since? 6 I was ownin shit, I抦 born to flick\n  A O to an 8th, 8th to keys and quick\n  We gettin chased by the P抯 and shit\n  Tearin up the turnpike when I burn right\n  And a man抯 position is based on when he earns right\n  Well from silly to willy nigg-az wit big cas, that gotta connect\n  I walk the world gettin Gotti respect\n  I got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX\n  And to my hoes how you want those cash or check\n  Wire or charge, my dick is hard bitch thanx\n  I ain抰 got no money cause I ain抰 yo fuckin bank\n  Feds still lookin, searchin all through Brooklyn\n  But I抦 in the Bronx takin paper that抯 tooken\n  Headed Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown\n  Fuck the fun, I抦 gettin mon, it抯 no time to fuck around\n  I gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds\n  Pack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds\n  A big nigga I抦 soon to be now\n  The block is hot but I抦 ice so I抦 coolin it down\n  I gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher抯 mound\n  I got the money the power and the bitches now\n  Feds takin pictures now\n  The thugs wanna get ya now\n  But I got somethin for you thugs, take this nigga, blaow\n  Shot that nigga down in his town\n  First round, ding, bell ring it抯 on\n  Now who抯 the next nigga dead in my next song, mothafucka\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Lord Tariq and ya don抰 stop\n  And Peter Gunz and ya won抰 stop\n\n  Chorus: Lord Tariq\n  Now from the streets to da stage\n  From movin stones and bricks\n  To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)\n  Uptown and ya don抰 stop\n  The Boogie Down and ya won抰 stop\n"},{"id":12229837,"name":"Massive Heat feat. Kurupt & Sticky Fingaz","trackName":"Massive Heat feat. Kurupt & Sticky Fingaz","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":259.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Kurupt: Uh, PG\nVerse 1: Peter Gunz\nI walk holdin my balls,\nAbout an inch from the wall,\nKeep hips hypnotized as if\nMy name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,\nNigga keep a headlock,\nTrust Gunz with your wife?\nMotherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,\nPeas don't eevr doubt it,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Massive Heat feat. Kurupt & Sticky Fingaz\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 259000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Kurupt: Uh, PG\n  Verse 1: Peter Gunz\n  I walk holdin my balls,\n  About an inch from the wall,\n  Keep hips hypnotized as if\n  My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,\n  Nigga keep a headlock,\n  Trust Gunz with your wife?\n  Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,\n  Peas don't eevr doubt it,\n"},{"id":12229858,"name":"My Time to Go feat. 1 Accord","trackName":"My Time to Go feat. 1 Accord","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. 1 Accord)\n\n[Peter Gunz]\nyou know what they say\nGod forgives all sins\nexcept suicide\nthen I guess I'll be a'ight\n'cause I ain't gon' kill myself\nyou know\n\nI was raised atheist, God was a myth\nnever prayed 'cause I never seen, and I was never with\nkneelin' on my knees, just thankin' Jesus\nfor stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin'\nit's like\nthanks for the lights that ain't on\nthanks for the food that's gone\nand my stomach's tight empty\nthanks for the clothes that ya sent me\nthey tight and kids laugh, so I be cuttin' school, a'ight\nI wanna thank you for my brother smokin' crack\nI also wanna thank you for my cousin gettin' shot in his back\nI wanna thank you for my friends that's gone\nI mean they all under thirty right, but life goes on\nI wanna thank you for my moms being sad\nthanks for the house with the swimming pool I never had\nI wanna thank you for my Uncle Bill, smart enough to get his PhD\nhe got HIV\nI wanna thank you for my pops, what a joke\nwork hard all of his life and got nothin' to show\nI wanna thank you for the lives that you moved\nI also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth\nand I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell me where to go\nheaven or hell, eleven to twelve\nand I'm ready when you ready, just tell me don't breath\nwill you forgive me 'cause I didn't believe?\nall I know is that...\n\n[Chorus: Peter Gunz]\nwhen it's my time to go\nall I wanna know\nam I gonna see him or see you?\ngive me a clue, tell me what to do\nwill you open the gates or am I through\nforgive me for my negatvie thoughts and all my sins\nfrom what I know now Lord I wish I knew then\nI seen alot of bad, never had reason to beleive\nnow I simply thank you for this air that I breath\n\n[Lord Tariq]\nyo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy\nthat religion and forgivin' church stuff never fazed me\nlivin' off the word of a teacher\nmy friends up the block gettin' fat sellin' crack to the preacher\nJohova's witness says he witnessed, but he never seen\nwhat he seeks is forever green, and he forever fiend\nI used to hit the mas now and then\nme and X used to bill with these guys that was five percent\nbut see, one thing I learned in life being hard\nis no matter who you serve in life, there's one God\nwether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese\nyou breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed\nthat's why I'm sayin' you're wrong\nif you're sayin' my song is blasphomy, just ask of me\nI got God in me just like an artery\nIf I offended you then pardon me\nthe things I seen in life hardened me\nwanna treat the next man like a slave\nand go to church shoutin', holy ghostin' and\nclaimin' you're saved\nthen you think because the offer that you gave, you forgivin'\nbut you better fix the life that you're livin'\nyou wanna be God-filled, steady sinnin', change your ways\n'cause you know it's really money that you praise\nit's time to wake up, drop yo' blunt and put away the beer\n'cause I'm feelin' like the last days is here\nfor real\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[One Accord]\nforgive me Lord\nfor I have sinned\nand now I know\nI know you exist\n(I wanna thank you)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: My Time to Go feat. 1 Accord\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 340000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (feat. 1 Accord)\n\n  [Peter Gunz]\n  you know what they say\n  God forgives all sins\n  except suicide\n  then I guess I'll be a'ight\n  'cause I ain't gon' kill myself\n  you know\n\n  I was raised atheist, God was a myth\n  never prayed 'cause I never seen, and I was never with\n  kneelin' on my knees, just thankin' Jesus\n  for stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin'\n  it's like\n  thanks for the lights that ain't on\n  thanks for the food that's gone\n  and my stomach's tight empty\n  thanks for the clothes that ya sent me\n  they tight and kids laugh, so I be cuttin' school, a'ight\n  I wanna thank you for my brother smokin' crack\n  I also wanna thank you for my cousin gettin' shot in his back\n  I wanna thank you for my friends that's gone\n  I mean they all under thirty right, but life goes on\n  I wanna thank you for my moms being sad\n  thanks for the house with the swimming pool I never had\n  I wanna thank you for my Uncle Bill, smart enough to get his PhD\n  he got HIV\n  I wanna thank you for my pops, what a joke\n  work hard all of his life and got nothin' to show\n  I wanna thank you for the lives that you moved\n  I also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth\n  and I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell me where to go\n  heaven or hell, eleven to twelve\n  and I'm ready when you ready, just tell me don't breath\n  will you forgive me 'cause I didn't believe?\n  all I know is that...\n\n  [Chorus: Peter Gunz]\n  when it's my time to go\n  all I wanna know\n  am I gonna see him or see you?\n  give me a clue, tell me what to do\n  will you open the gates or am I through\n  forgive me for my negatvie thoughts and all my sins\n  from what I know now Lord I wish I knew then\n  I seen alot of bad, never had reason to beleive\n  now I simply thank you for this air that I breath\n\n  [Lord Tariq]\n  yo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy\n  that religion and forgivin' church stuff never fazed me\n  livin' off the word of a teacher\n  my friends up the block gettin' fat sellin' crack to the preacher\n  Johova's witness says he witnessed, but he never seen\n  what he seeks is forever green, and he forever fiend\n  I used to hit the mas now and then\n  me and X used to bill with these guys that was five percent\n  but see, one thing I learned in life being hard\n  is no matter who you serve in life, there's one God\n  wether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese\n  you breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed\n  that's why I'm sayin' you're wrong\n  if you're sayin' my song is blasphomy, just ask of me\n  I got God in me just like an artery\n  If I offended you then pardon me\n  the things I seen in life hardened me\n  wanna treat the next man like a slave\n  and go to church shoutin', holy ghostin' and\n  claimin' you're saved\n  then you think because the offer that you gave, you forgivin'\n  but you better fix the life that you're livin'\n  you wanna be God-filled, steady sinnin', change your ways\n  'cause you know it's really money that you praise\n  it's time to wake up, drop yo' blunt and put away the beer\n  'cause I'm feelin' like the last days is here\n  for real\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  [One Accord]\n  forgive me Lord\n  for I have sinned\n  and now I know\n  I know you exist\n  (I wanna thank you)\n"}]