[{"id":13954110,"name":"We Will Ball","trackName":"We Will Ball","artistName":"Lord Tariq","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: peter gunz\nFeel it feel it\nComa ona come on\nDa da da\nWhere ya at(where ya at)\nYo\n\nVerse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\nI'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\nRice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\nNiggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\nMight get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\nNigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\nGettin less than four os on a check is absurd\nI got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\nSo when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\nI'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\nWith this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\nOn the celly with my 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 we ran to the top of the charts\nPlatinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart\nWell she mention little gunz, tariq\nStaring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet\n\nWe just tryin to eat, the bronx applyin the heat\nYou estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week\n\nChorus\n\nOutro: peter gunz\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Will Ball\n  artist: Lord Tariq\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: peter gunz\n  Feel it feel it\n  Coma ona come on\n  Da da da\n  Where ya at(where ya at)\n  Yo\n\n  Verse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\n  I'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\n  Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\n  Niggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\n  Might get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\n  Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\n  Gettin less than four os on a check is absurd\n  I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\n  So when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\n  I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\n  With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\n  On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock\n  Cause when it stops, i'ma still be sittin in drops\n\n  And i'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo\n  Bought the cut jewels from tif, cause the feds are watchin tito\n  Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo\n  To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real\n  Yo\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: until my lady shoppin at sach's\n  And got the minx on they back, i tell ya\n\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: until my players on the block doin it\n  And gettin money in stacks, i tell ya\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: ladies with the pedicures\n  Manicures & they hair done up, i tell ya\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: and players ride around in v's\n  Pumpin our cd's, just turn it up.\n\n  Verse 2: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  I didn't ball with the best of them\n  Fuck the rest of them\n  Chickenheads don't mess with them\n  Dimes ain't even stressin em\n  It's all about franc & pounds & dinero\n  The same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero\n\n  Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh\n  Talk jewels like i had my tongue dipped in platinum\n  Tanqueray get me wet, i'm drippin in activator\n  Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later\n\n  Well i tried to tell my p-o, screamed on the c-o\n  Before i turn 3-o, i'll be c-e-o\n  Young black millionaire, why you still in there\n  Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes\n\n  If gettin money's a crime, well then i'm guilty as charged\n  Filthy rich, lord built to be large\n  I'll have the city sick\n  Pullin that silver shit out the garage\n  Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage\n\n  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":1861483,"name":"We Will Ball","trackName":"We Will Ball","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make It Reign","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: peter gunz\nFeel it feel it\nComa ona come on\nDa da da\nWhere ya at(where ya at)\nYo\n\nVerse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\nI'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\nRice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\nNiggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\nMight get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\nNigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\nGettin less than four os on a check is absurd\nI got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\nSo when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\nI'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\nWith this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\nOn the celly with my 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 we ran to the top of the charts\nPlatinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart\nWell she mention little gunz, tariq\nStaring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet\n\nWe just tryin to eat, the bronx applyin the heat\nYou estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week\n\nChorus\n\nOutro: peter gunz\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Will Ball\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make It Reign\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: peter gunz\n  Feel it feel it\n  Coma ona come on\n  Da da da\n  Where ya at(where ya at)\n  Yo\n\n  Verse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\n  I'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\n  Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\n  Niggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\n  Might get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\n  Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\n  Gettin less than four os on a check is absurd\n  I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\n  So when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\n  I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\n  With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\n  On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock\n  Cause when it stops, i'ma still be sittin in drops\n\n  And i'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo\n  Bought the cut jewels from tif, cause the feds are watchin tito\n  Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo\n  To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real\n  Yo\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: until my lady shoppin at sach's\n  And got the minx on they back, i tell ya\n\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: until my players on the block doin it\n  And gettin money in stacks, i tell ya\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: ladies with the pedicures\n  Manicures & they hair done up, i tell ya\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: and players ride around in v's\n  Pumpin our cd's, just turn it up.\n\n  Verse 2: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  I didn't ball with the best of them\n  Fuck the rest of them\n  Chickenheads don't mess with them\n  Dimes ain't even stressin em\n  It's all about franc & pounds & dinero\n  The same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero\n\n  Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh\n  Talk jewels like i had my tongue dipped in platinum\n  Tanqueray get me wet, i'm drippin in activator\n  Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later\n\n  Well i tried to tell my p-o, screamed on the c-o\n  Before i turn 3-o, i'll be c-e-o\n  Young black millionaire, why you still in there\n  Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes\n\n  If gettin money's a crime, well then i'm guilty as charged\n  Filthy rich, lord built to be large\n  I'll have the city sick\n  Pullin that silver shit out the garage\n  Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage\n\n  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":9521637,"name":"We Will Ball (Produced by Dave Atkinson)","trackName":"We Will Ball (Produced by Dave Atkinson)","artistName":"Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz","albumName":"Make it Reign","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro: peter gunz\nFeel it feel it\nComa ona come on\nDa da da\nWhere ya at(where ya at)\nYo\n\nVerse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\nI'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\nRice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\nNiggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\nMight get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\nNigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\nGettin less than four os on a check is absurd\nI got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\nSo when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\nI'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\nWith this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\nOn the celly with my 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 we ran to the top of the charts\nPlatinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart\nWell she mention little gunz, tariq\nStaring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet\n\nWe just tryin to eat, the bronx applyin the heat\nYou estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week\n\nChorus\n\nOutro: peter gunz\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall\nWe will ball\nWe won't fall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: We Will Ball (Produced by Dave Atkinson)\n  artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz\n  album: Make it Reign\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro: peter gunz\n  Feel it feel it\n  Coma ona come on\n  Da da da\n  Where ya at(where ya at)\n  Yo\n\n  Verse 1: peter gunz & lord tariq\n  I'm too hot to handle too cold to freeze\n  Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees\n  Niggas won't test but they turn around & freeze\n  Might get mic cancer the way i smoke m.c.s\n\n  Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words\n  Gettin less than four os on a check is absurd\n  I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred\n  So when i step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard\n\n  I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee\n  With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy\n  On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock\n  Cause when it stops, i'ma still be sittin in drops\n\n  And i'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo\n  Bought the cut jewels from tif, cause the feds are watchin tito\n  Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo\n  To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real\n  Yo\n\n  Chorus: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: until my lady shoppin at sach's\n  And got the minx on they back, i tell ya\n\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: until my players on the block doin it\n  And gettin money in stacks, i tell ya\n  Pg: we will ball\n  Lt: ladies with the pedicures\n  Manicures & they hair done up, i tell ya\n  Pg: we won't fall\n  Lt: and players ride around in v's\n  Pumpin our cd's, just turn it up.\n\n  Verse 2: peter gunz & lord tariq\n\n  I didn't ball with the best of them\n  Fuck the rest of them\n  Chickenheads don't mess with them\n  Dimes ain't even stressin em\n  It's all about franc & pounds & dinero\n  The same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero\n\n  Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh\n  Talk jewels like i had my tongue dipped in platinum\n  Tanqueray get me wet, i'm drippin in activator\n  Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later\n\n  Well i tried to tell my p-o, screamed on the c-o\n  Before i turn 3-o, i'll be c-e-o\n  Young black millionaire, why you still in there\n  Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes\n\n  If gettin money's a crime, well then i'm guilty as charged\n  Filthy rich, lord built to be large\n  I'll have the city sick\n  Pullin that silver shit out the garage\n  Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage\n\n  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"}]