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Still goin out in a blaze\n start_ms: 169020\n end_ms: 172120\n- text: HOOK 2X w/ Danze\n start_ms: 172120\n end_ms: 193700\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 193700\nplain: |-\n Uh...\n Uh...\n C'MON! UH!\n Firing Squad nigga!\n Yeah!\n You see it...\n First Family...\n First Family, c'mon...\n\n [Billy Danze]\n Every night I sit and bask in the memories of Frank and\n Sayin to myself what the hell was he thinkin\n Usage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin\n Had my old man sinkin\n Now you never seen the Danze cry\n But the day that man died\n My life came crumblin down like a landslide\n Damn pride, now I'm in the zone\n Wonderin how long before me and my moms would be alone\n I remember what he said\n Layin on his deathbed, rubbin his shiny bald head\n Respect your sister, don't follow your brothers\n Take care of your mother... 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|-\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n\n To the East my brother like a X-Clan member\n Sissy Lil' Fame is a Marxmen\n I'm the son of Sonny Carson\n I wash dirty cats through hood laundromats, where they lost at\n\n Go home or go hard, yeah, this is real life warrior shit\n These other rap dudes corny as shit\n What'chall know about sidewalks with bloodstains, coroner shit\n Cold as ice on some foreigner shit\n\n Raised on the dark side, baptized in dirty water\n The murder Marx side, dark skies to early mornings\n What's a nickel bag to a prophet, graze hit 'em right out\n Great day to do it again, same as the night out\n\n This is the good, the bad and the ugly\n 'Round here we keeps it thuggy, thuggy\n Yeah and it's Brooklyn's, finest, unfaded, Brownsvillians\n We'll 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figured this\n You want to know why the movement is rigorous\n S.P. the Ghost, on some Y.O. killer shit, nigga bang time\n\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n\n Yo, somewhere in Brooklyn is where you'll find this nigga\n In my comfort zone semi circled by the grimiest niggaz\n Walk with me, spread chalk with me sod\n In the field where the real niggaz are born, ghetto\n\n There's no surgeons here, we don't cut up body parts\n We blast and leave yo' ass wherever it start\n A half a block from the precinct\n The homies are beyond thuggin' and buggin'\n My whole borough's in judgment indecent\n\n The thoroughest dime pieces straight out of action flicks\n Gangsta bitch, Angela Jolie this\n Notion, forward motion, do what you gotta do\n To get what you gotta get to get your shit rollin'\n\n And keep closin' by any means\n The 50 cal, the 40 or the 30 carbine\n Let it steam motherfucker, let's go, we in them greends\n And on the grounds with it we down with it that's how we bling\n\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n\n Bang, bang, bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n Bang, bang time, it's bang time\n"},{"id":2713572,"name":"Blow The Horns","trackName":"Blow The Horns","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":183.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil' Fame:]\nWe comin at you live from the home of the pine box (hit 'em up)\nEvery block, every boulevard (get 'em up)\nYou know the name in the game (whattup doe)\nWe still bang (bang) band (whattup doe)\nUp in the spot, you wild black at\nDown a couple of bottles and party, your pants sag (drunk)\nIt's poppin off dawg (oh you gangsta with it)\nIt's poppin off dawg (let's get gangsta with it)\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nYeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us\nIt ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts\nTry to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed\nAnd we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up\n'Bout to, switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks\nI'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin\nI (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef\n(Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I...\n\n[Chorus:]\nBlow the horns on 'em [x2]\n... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em\nBlow the horns on 'em [x2]\n... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em\n\n[Lil' Fame:]\nWhat'chu think you like me? You ain't like me\nNigga you a punk, my homies get it in\nAnd we let it out\nA pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk\nSo, act up if you want it\nY'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800\nF-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack\nBrownsville where you at?... Where you at?\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nBLAOW! Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong\nBLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on\nBLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm\nBLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God\nSo now, we back nigga with straight bombs\nAnd... in fact nigga it's napalm\nSo stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm\nGrippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Lil' Fame:]\nHere's your chance to advance\nGet in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants\nI borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine\nWhatever rapper shit is hooder than mine?\nThis is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards\nYou know that old bullshit that we be on\n(WHATTUP!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama\n(AND I) tackle the track like you yapped my momma\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nI've been branded, and labelled a bandit\nStuck in the cut on some quicksand shit\nOne motion, pull click ass clique\nI'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit\nFor y'all niggaz thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless\nI'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit\nSo, I slay y'all you get what you pay for\nWe ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Blow The Horns\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 183000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Lil' Fame:]\n We comin at you live from the home of the pine box (hit 'em up)\n Every block, every boulevard (get 'em up)\n You know the name in the game (whattup doe)\n We still bang (bang) band (whattup doe)\n Up in the spot, you wild black at\n Down a couple of bottles and party, your pants sag (drunk)\n It's poppin off dawg (oh you gangsta with it)\n It's poppin off dawg (let's get gangsta with it)\n\n [Billy Danze:]\n Yeah, when shit pops off in the club it's all us\n It ain't Henny, it's all heart and all guts\n Try to remember me from when the real niggaz cussed\n And we have our pride, live niggaz throw it up\n 'Bout to, switch the game, I'm doin ball stacks\n I'm rollin in the Presidential lane, I ain't playin\n I (still) do it with Foxx (still) do it with Tef\n (Still) do it with Fame (still) do it to death I...\n\n [Chorus:]\n Blow the horns on 'em [x2]\n ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em\n Blow the horns on 'em [x2]\n ... yeah, yeah, yeah, gyeah, blow the horns on 'em\n\n [Lil' Fame:]\n What'chu think you like me? You ain't like me\n Nigga you a punk, my homies get it in\n And we let it out\n A pistol in the waist is mo' different from a pistol in the trunk\n So, act up if you want it\n Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800\n F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack\n Brownsville where you at?... Where you at?\n\n [Billy Danze:]\n BLAOW! Niggaz wonder how me and Fame remain strong\n BLAOW! Five albums, six deals and we still on\n BLAOW! My lil' homies trainin to bang, we straightarm\n BLAOW! To let 'em feel the pain of the game, we play God\n So now, we back nigga with straight bombs\n And... in fact nigga it's napalm\n So stay calm, I get to twitchin my arm\n Grippin hittin you with e'rything I got in my palm now\n\n [Chorus]\n\n [Lil' Fame:]\n Here's your chance to advance\n Get in your stance, I shoot the holster off of cowboy pants\n I borrow a rap line from a legend, and put it with mine\n Whatever rapper shit is hooder than mine?\n This is Brook-Nam phenomenon (yeah) the whole nine yards\n You know that old bullshit that we be on\n (WHATTUP!) Cause where we at we adapt to drama\n (AND I) tackle the track like you yapped my momma\n\n [Billy Danze:]\n I've been branded, and labelled a bandit\n Stuck in the cut on some quicksand shit\n One motion, pull click ass clique\n I'm full and I'm focused you hoes just don't fit\n For y'all niggaz thinkin I'm sick and then hopeless\n I'm just winnin and bringin the dope shit\n So, I slay y'all you get what you pay for\n We ain't forfeit the game, we was above the radar nigga\n\n [Chorus]\n"},{"id":363908,"name":"Stop Pushin","trackName":"Stop Pushin","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro:]\nUhh! Fizzy Wo', MO P's\nUhh, uhh, uh\nKah-uh kah-uh, kah-C'MON!\nGangsta boogie with the Famesta\nFamesta boogie with the gangsta, gangsta\n\n[Lil' Fame:]\nI gets gangsta big now with it!\nBust how the homey get down with it (C'MON)\nIf you want you can get down with it, or sit down with it\nWe tear shit down with it in the (GHETTO!)\nStill runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9\nAnd 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives\nNigga what the fuck is on yo' mind?\nCan't none of you rap niggaz hold mine, nigga Fizzy Wo' shine\nY'all niggaz rappin like y'all rap for Nickolodeon\nWith a mouth full of cubic zirconias\nI catch you at the Hip-Hop Summit (uh-huh) smack fire out'cha mouth\nCall you a bitch and piss on the podium!\nWhat I say on a record, I MEAN on a record\nThe hood love my voice, I'm mean on a record!\nIt's cream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit\nYou just blowin off steam on a record\n\n[Chorus: Lil' Fame]\nSTOP PUSHIN! You better stop pushin me dog\nYou see a nigga comin through, gimme room\nTell them niggaz to move (NIGGA MOVE!)\nY'all motherfuckers better stop pushin (NIGGA STOP PUSHIN)\nThe next motherfucker that push me\nI'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)\nThe next motherfucker that push me\nI'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nHey yo I'm big Bill Danze in it, Y'KNAHMEAN?\nAnd had enough to cop the drop and the Chevy is clean\nI mean there's somethin 'bout the way that I lean\nThat'll shake a nigga out of a scheme, that means it's (GHETTO!)\nGeah and I break a nigga right at the spleen, we do it gritty\nDown with niggaz who scattered around Sin City\nEquipped with the pounds and semis, so I ain't worried\n'Bout you fuckers as I ride by, drownin Henny\nThey give me DAP - how it's lookin pa? - I see you still floatin\nKeep it raw! - Oh fo' sho' son, my shit is still smokin\nFrom the do', niggaz gave you the vibe - MOVE ON!\nAnd it'll take a miracle for you to get out alive\n(BROOKLYN!) Real G's get it on\nI rub you under the chin with a gemstar homes\nYou know I got a condition, you see me twitchin\nAt my death one of you motherfuckers slippin, I'm hittin\n\n[Chorus]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Stop Pushin\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 184000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro:]\n Uhh! Fizzy Wo', MO P's\n Uhh, uhh, uh\n Kah-uh kah-uh, kah-C'MON!\n Gangsta boogie with the Famesta\n Famesta boogie with the gangsta, gangsta\n\n [Lil' Fame:]\n I gets gangsta big now with it!\n Bust how the homey get down with it (C'MON)\n If you want you can get down with it, or sit down with it\n We tear shit down with it in the (GHETTO!)\n Still runnin with my homebody from 3-3-9\n And 1-5-4-5 (STILL) totin fo'-fives\n Nigga what the fuck is on yo' mind?\n Can't none of you rap niggaz hold mine, nigga Fizzy Wo' shine\n Y'all niggaz rappin like y'all rap for Nickolodeon\n With a mouth full of cubic zirconias\n I catch you at the Hip-Hop Summit (uh-huh) smack fire out'cha mouth\n Call you a bitch and piss on the podium!\n What I say on a record, I MEAN on a record\n The hood love my voice, I'm mean on a record!\n It's cream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit\n You just blowin off steam on a record\n\n [Chorus: Lil' Fame]\n STOP PUSHIN! You better stop pushin me dog\n You see a nigga comin through, gimme room\n Tell them niggaz to move (NIGGA MOVE!)\n Y'all motherfuckers better stop pushin (NIGGA STOP PUSHIN)\n The next motherfucker that push me\n I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)\n The next motherfucker that push me\n I'm goin right upside your motherfuckin head (STRAIGHT LIKE THAT)\n\n [Billy Danze:]\n Hey yo I'm big Bill Danze in it, Y'KNAHMEAN?\n And had enough to cop the drop and the Chevy is clean\n I mean there's somethin 'bout the way that I lean\n That'll shake a nigga out of a scheme, that means it's (GHETTO!)\n Geah and I break a nigga right at the spleen, we do it gritty\n Down with niggaz who scattered around Sin City\n Equipped with the pounds and semis, so I ain't worried\n 'Bout you fuckers as I ride by, drownin Henny\n They give me DAP - how it's lookin pa? - I see you still floatin\n Keep it raw! - Oh fo' sho' son, my shit is still smokin\n From the do', niggaz gave you the vibe - MOVE ON!\n And it'll take a miracle for you to get out alive\n (BROOKLYN!) Real G's get it on\n I rub you under the chin with a gemstar homes\n You know I got a condition, you see me twitchin\n At my death one of you motherfuckers slippin, I'm hittin\n\n [Chorus]\n"},{"id":19915503,"name":"Riding Through","trackName":"Riding Through","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":315.6375509,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\nYou already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\nIt's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nLet me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\nThey got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\nThey said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\nAnd never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\nJust keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\nDon't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\nWe breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\nWe keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\nDude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\nIs down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\nMaybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\nAnd cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\nAnd the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\nYou might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\nYou faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\nAnd that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\nIt's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nI'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\nYou don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\nI dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\nI get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\nAin't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\nNigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\nFrom the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\nI sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\nAt your tough ass,\nget the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\nThis is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\nG'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\nHomey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\nAnd spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nRedman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\nI move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\nYo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\nYou'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\nYo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\nFuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\nMany men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\nWatch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\nPop my collar, Doc a rider\nGrab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\nLil' Fame got the llama\nI play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\nWho said Redman don't be in the hood?\nI'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\nI'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\nSo it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\nYo first family, when I'm riding through\nI keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\nBrick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\nIt's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nYeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\nGilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\nThe first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\nI was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\nI was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\nAnd I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\nAnd I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\nDrivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\nI was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\nWith somebody in the club\nSo he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\nAnd he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\nAnd we drove around the block and shit\nBack around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\nStarted buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\nAnd Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\nReady to let loose\nAnd we ain't even know each other from door\nThen he came out with M.O.P\nThat's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\nAnd then they started gettin' paper, damn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Riding Through\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 315638\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\n You already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\n It's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Let me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\n They got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\n They said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\n And never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\n Just keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\n Don't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\n We breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\n We keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\n Dude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\n Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\n Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\n And cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\n And the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\n You might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\n You faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\n And that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\n It's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n I'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\n You don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\n I dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\n I get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\n Ain't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\n Nigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\n From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\n I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\n At your tough ass,\n get the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\n This is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\n G'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n 'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\n Homey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n 'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\n And spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\n I move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\n Yo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\n You'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\n Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\n Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\n Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\n Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\n Pop my collar, Doc a rider\n Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\n Lil' Fame got the llama\n I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\n Who said Redman don't be in the hood?\n I'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\n I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\n So it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\n Yo first family, when I'm riding through\n I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\n Brick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\n It's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Yeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\n Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\n The first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\n I was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\n I was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\n And I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\n And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\n Drivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\n I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\n With somebody in the club\n So he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\n And he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\n And we drove around the block and shit\n Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\n Started buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n 'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\n And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\n Ready to let loose\n And we ain't even know each other from door\n Then he came out with M.O.P\n That's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\n And then they started gettin' paper, damn\n"},{"id":18907970,"name":"Rude Bastard","trackName":"Rude Bastard","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":224.757551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow\nI know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits\nThat's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy\nFresh to death on the resoups and lottos\n\nAt the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven'\nGettin' my weapon then lead popped off\nNiggaz took flight like a 747 and now\nThe block's locked off if a head's popped off so\n\nBefore I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome\nAnd they record it on a camera phone\nFuck the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy\nI'ma tell his ass to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh\n\nDone with all the hard times and fucked up livin'\nI see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em\nCan't nuttin' stop that from powder sale to prison\nIs you still down nigga? Hell yeah, then fuck with us\n\nThey say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\nYou fucked up and left your hammers at home\nAin't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\nIf niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\nSo, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\nDamn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently\nSayin that we are the niggaz most likely to fail\nThey had the whole shit mapped they wanted me to act out\nPut obstacles in front of me hopin' I wouldn't branch out\n\nRaised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out\nLash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin'\nAnd lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials\nServin' ass serpents with them devilish smiles\n\nI'm on to you, c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day\nMy only conversation is done in a hood way\nHood, play, hood, pray to a whole different God\nWhile standin' behind gates we got whole different odds\n\nTry to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade\nNow put your faith on your ace dependin' on when it's played\nAnd when you come face to face with homey with the blade\nYou shoulda cased the place 'cause homey ain't afraid\n\nOld cutthroat ass nigga, you need to be rewarded\nAnd when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered\nAnd ordered to die where you stand\nCan't do it your owns, well, I'm here for you homes\n\nFuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\nThey say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\nYou fucked up and left your hammers at home\nAin't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\nIf niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\nSo, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rude Bastard\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 224758\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow\n I know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits\n That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy\n Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos\n\n At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven'\n Gettin' my weapon then lead popped off\n Niggaz took flight like a 747 and now\n The block's locked off if a head's popped off so\n\n Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome\n And they record it on a camera phone\n Fuck the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy\n I'ma tell his ass to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh\n\n Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin'\n I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em\n Can't nuttin' stop that from powder sale to prison\n Is you still down nigga? Hell yeah, then fuck with us\n\n They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\n You fucked up and left your hammers at home\n Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\n If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\n So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\n Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently\n Sayin that we are the niggaz most likely to fail\n They had the whole shit mapped they wanted me to act out\n Put obstacles in front of me hopin' I wouldn't branch out\n\n Raised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out\n Lash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin'\n And lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials\n Servin' ass serpents with them devilish smiles\n\n I'm on to you, c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day\n My only conversation is done in a hood way\n Hood, play, hood, pray to a whole different God\n While standin' behind gates we got whole different odds\n\n Try to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade\n Now put your faith on your ace dependin' on when it's played\n And when you come face to face with homey with the blade\n You shoulda cased the place 'cause homey ain't afraid\n\n Old cutthroat ass nigga, you need to be rewarded\n And when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered\n And ordered to die where you stand\n Can't do it your owns, well, I'm here for you homes\n\n Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\n They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\n You fucked up and left your hammers at home\n Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\n If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\n So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n"},{"id":18753701,"name":"Forever and Always","trackName":"Forever and Always","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":241.188571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Lil' Fame]\n+ (samples) Fuck 'em! Yeah This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez I'ma tell you this (Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely) I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time) It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy) Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind) Show off! Show off!\n[Lil' Fame]\nI'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always To Saratoga Ave., forever and always (Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways Psssssss, I was left in the hood with a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate (BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi' My childhood friends gone, body after body (DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy Nobody to trust besides me Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly (This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo\n[Chorus: samples]\nThink of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely Come and see me some ti-time, time It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy to push me, right out of your mind\n[Billy Danze]\nYEAH! Uhh Brooklyn, New York, forever and always As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways To focus and become a commodity someday While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay (Forever and always) perfectin the grind while tryin to become one of those expected to shine And that's a small percentage, it's vintage for niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us (NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war\n[Chorus]\n(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n[Lil' Fame]\nIt's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer) My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS\n[Billy Danze]\nThe days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us Way before them people in Japan was discussin us And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up (You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball with them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw\n[Chorus]\n(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n[Lil' Fame]\nIt's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's...\n{*fades out*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Forever and Always\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 241189\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro: Lil' Fame]\n + (samples) Fuck 'em! Yeah This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez I'ma tell you this (Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely) I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time) It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy) Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind) Show off! Show off!\n [Lil' Fame]\n I'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always To Saratoga Ave., forever and always (Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways Psssssss, I was left in the hood with a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate (BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi' My childhood friends gone, body after body (DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy Nobody to trust besides me Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly (This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo\n [Chorus: samples]\n Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely Come and see me some ti-time, time It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy to push me, right out of your mind\n [Billy Danze]\n YEAH! Uhh Brooklyn, New York, forever and always As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways To focus and become a commodity someday While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay (Forever and always) perfectin the grind while tryin to become one of those expected to shine And that's a small percentage, it's vintage for niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us (NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war\n [Chorus]\n (SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n [Lil' Fame]\n It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer) My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS\n [Billy Danze]\n The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us Way before them people in Japan was discussin us And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up (You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball with them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw\n [Chorus]\n (SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n [Lil' Fame]\n It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's...\n {*fades out*}\n"},{"id":14374378,"name":"Street Life Ft. Demarco","trackName":"Street Life Ft. Demarco","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":224.940408,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil' Fame (Demarco)[\nBONG! (Whoa oh oh! Demarco!) Yeah! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)\n(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!) M.O.! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)\nBRRRRRRRRRRUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!\n\nWho said life was an easy road, alot of people can't\neven bare my load\nHustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just, can't\nleave the streets\nSTREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills\ndem paid\nSTREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you\ngot shit made\nSTREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin\nunda di shade\nSTREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!\n\nNow you can sit around and watch it all go down around you\nOr you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move\nYou can't simulate the days when they played by the rules\nAnd if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels\nYou really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled\nAnd when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled\nSee it's a difference in takin a stand and mannin up\nAs apposed to bein a man and standin up\nListen I already been there\nThat book of live men small section of survivors my name\nin there\nFrom rollin with the riders, you couldn't pretend there\nWith live men beside us, we still couldn't win there\nThey showed us how to send there, and get the attention\nof the Feds\nAnd be the stars when the eulogy is read\nThe way they worshipin the bread, the day is not ok\nFor good people that may never get ahead, let us pray\n\nWho said life was an easy road, alot of people can't\neven bare my load\nHustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just,\ncan't leave the streets\nSTREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills\ndem paid\nSTREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you\ngot shit made\nSTREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin\nunda di shade\nSTREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!\n\nI live it for the homies that's gone (AND!) And the\nhomies that's still around\nThe O.G.'S that did it for years career criminals\nFor the homies locked down since the days of a juvenile\nTryin to maintain in the game cause they just gettin out\n(THEY LOST!) You got some livin in the now\nYou know them schisty ass individuals livin foul\nHe claim that he got it locked, but he still 'gon run\nto the store\nTo get a dutch for the lil' homey on the block\nThe game's fucked up! Shit is reversed now\nThe hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home?!\nJust do what you always did or you 'gon get what you\nalways got\nGet STABBED get SHOT, the street life\n\nWho said life was an easy road, alot of people can't\neven bare my load\nHustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just,\ncan't leave the streets\nSTREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills\ndem paid\nSTREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you\ngot shit made\nSTREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin\nunda di shade\nSTREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!\n\nWhoa oh oh! (M.O.! YEAH!) Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!\nYeah! Yeah! Demarco!","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.17] [Lil' Fame (Demarco)[\n[00:08.02] BONG! (Whoa oh oh! Demarco!) Yeah! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!)\n[00:16.23] (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!) M.O.! (Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! 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Honor that!\n[01:01.88] Now you can sit around and watch it all go down around you\n[01:04.60] Or you can imitate the ways the killers and cars move\n[01:07.44] You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules\n[01:10.21] And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels\n[01:12.97] You really can't understand, how a boy could be fooled\n[01:15.76] And when he turned twenty nine he still need to be schooled\n[01:18.47] See it's a difference in takin a stand and mannin up\n[01:21.27] As apposed to bein a man and standin up\n[01:24.03] Listen I already been there\n[01:26.00] That book of live men small section of survivors my name\n[01:29.23] in there\n[01:30.10] From rollin with the riders, you couldn't pretend there\n[01:32.42] With live men beside us, we still couldn't win there\n[01:34.73] They showed us how to send there, and get the attention\n[01:37.74] of the Feds\n[01:38.54] And be the stars when the eulogy is read\n[01:40.41] The way they worshipin the bread, the day is not ok\n[01:43.46] For good people that may never get ahead, let us pray\n[01:47.38] Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't\n[01:51.06] even bare my load\n[01:53.09] Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just,\n[01:56.47] can't leave the streets\n[01:57.75] STREET LIFE! 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Shit is reversed now\n[02:43.84] The hood is lookin like the suburbs now which way is home?!\n[02:47.62] Just do what you always did or you 'gon get what you\n[02:49.61] always got\n[02:51.16] Get STABBED get SHOT, the street life\n[02:54.66] Who said life was an easy road, alot of people can't\n[02:57.55] even bare my load\n[02:59.51] Hustle everyday when we touch the road, yo mi just,\n[03:03.37] can't leave the streets\n[03:04.52] STREET LIFE! It give me money and my food and my bills\n[03:08.29] dem paid\n[03:09.93] STREET LIFE! Now everybody calls you plus because you\n[03:14.22] got shit made\n[03:15.57] STREET LIFE! Di house pon di hills wid di pool sittin\n[03:18.99] unda di shade\n[03:20.90] STREET LIFE! Oh Oh the STREET LIFE! Honor that!\n[03:29.21] Whoa oh oh! (M.O.! YEAH!) Yo Yo! Yeah! Yo Yo! Yeah!\n[03:37.92] Yeah! Yeah! Demarco!\n[03:42.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Street Life Ft. 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Bastard","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":284.08,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow\nI know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits\nThat's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy\nFresh to death on the resoups and lottos\n\nAt the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven'\nGettin' my weapon then lead popped off\nNiggaz took flight like a 747 and now\nThe block's locked off if a head's popped off so\n\nBefore I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome\nAnd they record it on a camera phone\nFuck the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy\nI'ma tell his ass to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh\n\nDone with all the hard times and fucked up livin'\nI see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em\nCan't nuttin' stop that from powder sale to prison\nIs you still down nigga? Hell yeah, then fuck with us\n\nThey say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\nYou fucked up and left your hammers at home\nAin't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\nIf niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\nSo, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\nDamn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently\nSayin that we are the niggaz most likely to fail\nThey had the whole shit mapped they wanted me to act out\nPut obstacles in front of me hopin' I wouldn't branch out\n\nRaised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out\nLash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin'\nAnd lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials\nServin' ass serpents with them devilish smiles\n\nI'm on to you, c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day\nMy only conversation is done in a hood way\nHood, play, hood, pray to a whole different God\nWhile standin' behind gates we got whole different odds\n\nTry to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade\nNow put your faith on your ace dependin' on when it's played\nAnd when you come face to face with homey with the blade\nYou shoulda cased the place 'cause homey ain't afraid\n\nOld cutthroat ass nigga, you need to be rewarded\nAnd when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered\nAnd ordered to die where you stand\nCan't do it your owns, well, I'm here for you homes\n\nFuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\nThey say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\nYou fucked up and left your hammers at home\nAin't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\nIf niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\nSo, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\nYou too, you too, fuck you, fuck you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rude Bastard\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 284080\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I know the pain, I know about hard times and all the sorrow\n I know the strip, I know the bricks, I know the hits\n That's the B.K. motto, been fly since a young boy\n Fresh to death on the resoups and lottos\n\n At the block party, Doug E. Fresh, 'All The Way To Heaven'\n Gettin' my weapon then lead popped off\n Niggaz took flight like a 747 and now\n The block's locked off if a head's popped off so\n\n Before I fuck around and get one slammed in my dome\n And they record it on a camera phone\n Fuck the world 'cause when y'all come for Fizzy\n I'ma tell his ass to holla back at me 'cause I'm busy, oh\n\n Done with all the hard times and fucked up livin'\n I see the money bags and I'm on my way to get 'em\n Can't nuttin' stop that from powder sale to prison\n Is you still down nigga? Hell yeah, then fuck with us\n\n They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\n You fucked up and left your hammers at home\n Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\n If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\n So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\n Damn, look they done stuck me in the Brown section permanently\n Sayin that we are the niggaz most likely to fail\n They had the whole shit mapped they wanted me to act out\n Put obstacles in front of me hopin' I wouldn't branch out\n\n Raised me in a crack house, persuaded me to back out\n Lash out, spaz out and blackout for nothin'\n And lame fucks with stains with a pair of dirty vials\n Servin' ass serpents with them devilish smiles\n\n I'm on to you, c'mon dawg, I'm hostile on a good day\n My only conversation is done in a hood way\n Hood, play, hood, pray to a whole different God\n While standin' behind gates we got whole different odds\n\n Try to focus on your cards, a spade ain't a spade\n Now put your faith on your ace dependin' on when it's played\n And when you come face to face with homey with the blade\n You shoulda cased the place 'cause homey ain't afraid\n\n Old cutthroat ass nigga, you need to be rewarded\n And when I say rewarded, I mean slaughtered\n And ordered to die where you stand\n Can't do it your owns, well, I'm here for you homes\n\n Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n\n They say that I'm a rude bastard, I left my manners at home\n You fucked up and left your hammers at home\n Ain't nobody stoppin' my shine, we hit 'em like\n If niggaz get out of line, we hit 'em like\n So, so fuck you, fuck you, fuck you\n You too, you too, fuck you, fuck you\n"},{"id":13792661,"name":"Riding Through","trackName":"Riding Through","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":253.587007,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\nYou already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\nIt's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nLet me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\nThey got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\nThey said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\nAnd never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\nJust keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\nDon't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\nWe breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\nWe keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\nDude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\nIs down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\nMaybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\nAnd cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\nAnd the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\nYou might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\nYou faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\nAnd that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\nIt's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nI'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\nYou don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\nI dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\nI get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\nAin't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\nNigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\nFrom the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\nI sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\nAt your tough ass,\nget the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\nThis is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\nG'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\nHomey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\nAnd spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nRedman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\nI move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\nYo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\nYou'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\nYo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\nFuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\nMany men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\nWatch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\nPop my collar, Doc a rider\nGrab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\nLil' Fame got the llama\nI play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\nWho said Redman don't be in the hood?\nI'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\nI'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\nSo it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\nYo first family, when I'm riding through\nI keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\nBrick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\nIt's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nYeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\nGilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\nThe first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\nI was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\nI was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\nAnd I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\nAnd I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\nDrivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\nI was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\nWith somebody in the club\nSo he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\nAnd he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\nAnd we drove around the block and shit\nBack around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\nStarted buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\nAnd Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\nReady to let loose\nAnd we ain't even know each other from door\nThen he came out with M.O.P\nThat's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\nAnd then they started gettin' paper, damn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Riding Through\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 253587\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\n You already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\n It's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Let me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\n They got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\n They said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\n And never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\n Just keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\n Don't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\n We breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\n We keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\n Dude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\n Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\n Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\n And cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\n And the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\n You might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\n You faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\n And that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\n It's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n I'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\n You don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\n I dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\n I get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\n Ain't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\n Nigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\n From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\n I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\n At your tough ass,\n get the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\n This is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\n G'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n 'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\n Homey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n 'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\n And spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\n I move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\n Yo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\n You'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\n Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\n Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\n Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\n Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\n Pop my collar, Doc a rider\n Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\n Lil' Fame got the llama\n I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\n Who said Redman don't be in the hood?\n I'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\n I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\n So it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\n Yo first family, when I'm riding through\n I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\n Brick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\n It's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Yeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\n Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\n The first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\n I was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\n I was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\n And I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\n And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\n Drivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\n I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\n With somebody in the club\n So he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\n And he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\n And we drove around the block and shit\n Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\n Started buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n 'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\n And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\n Ready to let loose\n And we ain't even know each other from door\n Then he came out with M.O.P\n That's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\n And then they started gettin' paper, damn\n"},{"id":13791937,"name":"Forever And Always","trackName":"Forever And Always","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":224.692993,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: Lil' Fame]\n+ (samples) Fuck 'em! Yeah This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez I'ma tell you this (Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely) I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time) It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy) Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind) Show off! Show off!\n[Lil' Fame]\nI'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always To Saratoga Ave., forever and always (Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways Psssssss, I was left in the hood with a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate (BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi' My childhood friends gone, body after body (DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy Nobody to trust besides me Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly (This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo\n[Chorus: samples]\nThink of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely Come and see me some ti-time, time It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy to push me, right out of your mind\n[Billy Danze]\nYEAH! Uhh Brooklyn, New York, forever and always As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways To focus and become a commodity someday While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay (Forever and always) perfectin the grind while tryin to become one of those expected to shine And that's a small percentage, it's vintage for niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us (NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war\n[Chorus]\n(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n[Lil' Fame]\nIt's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer) My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS\n[Billy Danze]\nThe days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us Way before them people in Japan was discussin us And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up (You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball with them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw\n[Chorus]\n(SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n[Lil' Fame]\nIt's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's...\n{*fades out*}","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Forever And Always\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 224693\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n [Intro: Lil' Fame]\n + (samples) Fuck 'em! Yeah This for all them motherfuckers that forgot about the Mo' Peez I'ma tell you this (Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely) I'm still in the hood, come find me nigga Y'all niggaz need to (come and see me some ti-time, time) It's your boy Fame y'all (it's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy) Sing it to 'em bitch! (you pushed me, right out of your mind) Show off! Show off!\n [Lil' Fame]\n I'm still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always To Saratoga Ave., forever and always (Fo' main Western picks) that'll usually remind me of them pissy ass lobbies and hallways Psssssss, I was left in the hood with a dusty-ass .38, increase the murder rate (BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi' My childhood friends gone, body after body (DAMN!) But in the hood is where you find me hangin on like a kid to his mommy in tsunami With hip-hop dreams, waitin for a nigga to sign me Last of the Mo'Picans, new kids grimy grimy Nobody to trust besides me Butter roll for breakfast, my dinner's corner store hero from Olly (This story is no pretense) that's what they named me y'all I ain't crazy y'all, it's Brownsville baby pah, but yo\n [Chorus: samples]\n Think of me, I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm lonely Come and see me some ti-time, time It's-it's-it's ea-syyyyyy to push me, right out of your mind\n [Billy Danze]\n YEAH! Uhh Brooklyn, New York, forever and always As a child I never thought I'd come out of the hallways To focus and become a commodity someday While stricken by poverty, sittin in gunplay (Forever and always) perfectin the grind while tryin to become one of those expected to shine And that's a small percentage, it's vintage for niggaz to get into some shit, that have life-threatening endings To show us they air force, they sendin a prayer for us The day of the death sentence, they ain't there for us (NO!) They don't care for us (NO!) it's in the air for us Yeah we do what we do, but somehow it's there for it Here's the fatal attraction, they got us caged in They offered us magnums and asked not to blaze 'em Tell 'em I ain't sendin for 'em no more I'll sin if I gotta sin but I'm more into winnin the war\n [Chorus]\n (SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n [Lil' Fame]\n It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's (You a Customer) My nigga momma bought a block of cheese from a customer Back when, I went to kindergarten with Smoothe Da Hustler Before FIFTHS, before MACS, before TECS WITH MUFFLERS\n [Billy Danze]\n The days before your boy Lazy Laze put his trust in us Before dudes, from other crews was lovin us Way before them people in Japan was discussin us And like now, back then, niggaz wasn't touchin us Niggaz wasn't budgin us, niggaz couldn't fuck with us The only way to get it done was pursuin the cover up (You can have whatever you like) just don't play ball with them St. Marx niggaz at all, they too raw\n [Chorus]\n (SHOW OFF! SHOW OFF!)\n [Lil' Fame]\n It's still Mo' Peez to the death, forever and always St. Marx Ave., forever and always (1-5-fo'-5) Statik Selektah, this beat remind me of them old times back in the hallways With the radio bumpin EPMD's...\n {*fades out*}\n"},{"id":13879233,"name":"Brooklyn","trackName":"Brooklyn","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, East New York\nAcross the 'Ville, Coney Island, Red Hook\nAll downtown Brooklyn, man, it's G's around here\n\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\nGeah, since these niggaz don't take the day off\nYour bullshit may not pay off\nI'mma give you a guide on when you can ride\nAnd which blocks you should stay off\n\nWhich projects you should go around\nWith or without a pound\nIf these niggaz catch you on they grounds\nThey gon' lay yo' ass down\n\nNow I ain't tryin' to play you like a pawn\nAnd choose your every move\nWe ain't sayin' you a bitch either\nBut dude let's keep it cool\n\nKeep your heater\nIt's nippy out even when you see the sun\nDon't be flashin' your ones\nUmpin' your gums or fixin' your gun\n\nIn East New York, East New York nigga\nThem niggaz keep it rockin'\nThem Coney Island niggaz is wild\nThey smile when they be poppin'\n\nMy God, them Fort Greene niggaz is beyond hard\nThey brick I mean they sick and they roll thick\nMan there's blocks in Crown Heights that ain't even got lights\nIt's dark and you don't wanna get caught up in Albany Park now, do ya?\n\nThere's sparks down on Nostrand\nThere's sparks down on Kingston\nCome anywhere near the 'Ville I don't know\nWhat the fuck you thinkin' this is?\n\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\nNigga just cock the burner, nigga just pop the burner\nNigga got rocked with the burner, it's a dirty game of murder\nGet caught up at the ropes, nigga it's over\nYou a lucky nigga if yo' ass ever even get a chance to come out a coma\n\nA lot of my dawgs around here got a college education\nAnd they ain't get it from Penn State, nope they got it from the state pen\nIt's veterans to rookies, niggaz that pop off and niggaz that's pussy\nBut believe me dawg it ring off 'round here\n\nNow I'm from Brooklyn and I'm soldier, I'm sinister\nEvery day of my life is a like a moving Marxmen cinema\nI'm from where them niggaz be squeezin'\nWhere your man got killed at back in the day\n'Cause he ain't wanna come the fuck up off the cheapskate\n\nAnd I know it ain't shit out here, but believe me I'm still out here\nMan the niggaz done seen me and asked\nWhat the fuck I'm doin' out here\nI'm live from the borough of B R O O K L Y N\nI'm an N Y G from NYC that's\n\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\nBrooklyn, Brooklyn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Brooklyn\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Bushwick, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, East New York\n Across the 'Ville, Coney Island, Red Hook\n All downtown Brooklyn, man, it's G's around here\n\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\n Geah, since these niggaz don't take the day off\n Your bullshit may not pay off\n I'mma give you a guide on when you can ride\n And which blocks you should stay off\n\n Which projects you should go around\n With or without a pound\n If these niggaz catch you on they grounds\n They gon' lay yo' ass down\n\n Now I ain't tryin' to play you like a pawn\n And choose your every move\n We ain't sayin' you a bitch either\n But dude let's keep it cool\n\n Keep your heater\n It's nippy out even when you see the sun\n Don't be flashin' your ones\n Umpin' your gums or fixin' your gun\n\n In East New York, East New York nigga\n Them niggaz keep it rockin'\n Them Coney Island niggaz is wild\n They smile when they be poppin'\n\n My God, them Fort Greene niggaz is beyond hard\n They brick I mean they sick and they roll thick\n Man there's blocks in Crown Heights that ain't even got lights\n It's dark and you don't wanna get caught up in Albany Park now, do ya?\n\n There's sparks down on Nostrand\n There's sparks down on Kingston\n Come anywhere near the 'Ville I don't know\n What the fuck you thinkin' this is?\n\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\n Nigga just cock the burner, nigga just pop the burner\n Nigga got rocked with the burner, it's a dirty game of murder\n Get caught up at the ropes, nigga it's over\n You a lucky nigga if yo' ass ever even get a chance to come out a coma\n\n A lot of my dawgs around here got a college education\n And they ain't get it from Penn State, nope they got it from the state pen\n It's veterans to rookies, niggaz that pop off and niggaz that's pussy\n But believe me dawg it ring off 'round here\n\n Now I'm from Brooklyn and I'm soldier, I'm sinister\n Every day of my life is a like a moving Marxmen cinema\n I'm from where them niggaz be squeezin'\n Where your man got killed at back in the day\n 'Cause he ain't wanna come the fuck up off the cheapskate\n\n And I know it ain't shit out here, but believe me I'm still out here\n Man the niggaz done seen me and asked\n What the fuck I'm doin' out here\n I'm live from the borough of B R O O K L Y N\n I'm an N Y G from NYC that's\n\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n Brooklyn, Brooklyn\n"},{"id":24905728,"name":"Riding Through (Feat. Redman)","trackName":"Riding Through (Feat. Redman)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":253.586667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\nYou already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\nIt's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nLet me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\nThey got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\nThey said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\nAnd never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\nJust keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\nDon't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\nWe breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\nWe keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\nDude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\nIs down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\nMaybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\nAnd cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\nAnd the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\nYou might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\nYou faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\nAnd that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\nIt's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\nIt's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\nLook I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\nAnd I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nI'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\nYou don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\nI dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\nI get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\nAin't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\nNigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\nFrom the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\nI sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\nAt your tough ass,\nget the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\nThis is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\nG'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\nHomey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\nAnd spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nRedman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\nI move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\nYo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\nYou'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\nYo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\nFuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\nMany men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\nWatch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\nPop my collar, Doc a rider\nGrab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\nLil' Fame got the llama\nI play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\nWho said Redman don't be in the hood?\nI'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\nI'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\nSo it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\nYo first family, when I'm riding through\nI keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\nBrick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\nIt's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\nHalf the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\nNiggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\nSteady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\nHigh as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\nThe hood throwin' it up when we riding through\nAin't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\nWhether the slums or the burbs we riding through\nPlenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\nYeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\nGilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\nThe first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\nI was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\nI was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\nAnd I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\nAnd I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\nDrivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\nI was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\nWith somebody in the club\nSo he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\nAnd he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\nAnd we drove around the block and shit\nBack around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\nStarted buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\nAnd Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\nReady to let loose\nAnd we ain't even know each other from door\nThen he came out with M.O.P\nThat's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\nAnd then they started gettin' paper, damn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Riding Through (Feat. Redman)\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 253587\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Geah, who got the weed up in this motherfucker man?\n You already know what it is nigga, yo, yo whattup M.O\n It's the world's famous, M.O.P\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Let me enlighten you motherfuckers on my conspiracy theory\n They got us stuck in a bottle so y'all can't hear me\n They said the homey's a problem that's just so y'all can fear me\n And never break bread with this family who take care of me\n\n Just keep in your head shall we bang, dude, we bang too\n Don't make me pick up my shit and spit, none of these flames at you\n We breathin' easy that's right, that's the thang to do\n We keep it greasy and we ride like the Rangers do\n\n Dude believe me, the gangsters that I'm bringin' through\n Is down to bang a dude, maybe even hang a dude\n Maybe even bring you to a town full of vultures\n And cobras, and these niggaz'll cut yo' ass homey\n\n And the way we do our thang is somethin' like a magic trick\n You might wanna get in line or get killed in this faggot shit\n You faggot bitch, nigga you done got all flossy and glossy\n And that's where you lost me and plus you ridin' with this goddamn\n It's like the kind of brokenest niggaz infected your frame\n\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back with the heat y'all\n It's the legendary M.O.P. back for the streets y'all\n\n Look I got Brooklyn on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak when I'm riding through\n And I'm broke back in the 'Lac when I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n I'm screamin' out BK all day when we riding through\n You don't want the Marxmen to collide wit'chu\n I dump five at you and wouldn't give a fuck who see me\n I get it poppin' like J.D., dancin' for Whodini\n\n Ain't nuttin' jive about that all that is 1, 5 fo', 5 about that\n Nigga you wit me throw it up for the world's most dangerous niggaz\n From the Marx, Fizzy Wo' the orc, slingin' my Tomahawk\n I sling 'em a couple of slugs and let the llama spark\n At your tough ass,\n get the fuck from 'round here with that kind of talk\n\n This is Brook-Nam nigga and I'm Mo' P'd up\n G'd up, dude gon' fuck around and get beat up\n 'Cause you treed up, intoxicated off the alcohol\n Homey my niggaz ain't worried 'bout y'all\n 'Cause when it's on we gon' ride for the cause\n And spit more than 16 at yo' ass and we ain't talkin' 'bout bars\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Redman got the sour diesel, haze and blunts\n I move the crowd when I'm wavin' the pump, yo let 'em know nigga\n Yo, my Timbs'll fuck your Gators up\n You'll leave the hospital braided up, from the fo' nigga\n\n Yo, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you doubt it, dial it\n Fuck the alarm, Doc cause a power outage\n Many men wanna test, bring a thousand dollars\n Watch 'em, flip over a hundred miles an hour\n\n Pop my collar, Doc a rider\n Grab two hoes, then I'm hasta manana\n Lil' Fame got the llama\n I play Paulie from Sopranos, Billy I'm about the drama\n\n Who said Redman don't be in the hood?\n I'm true to the game, nigga I bet Terry would\n I'm very good on the mic, you barely hood\n So it's only right nigga, you ante up\n\n Yo first family, when I'm riding through\n I keep a shotgun nigga about the size of you\n Brick City ain't poppin', we lied to you\n It's like livin' with ten niggaz, hide your food\n\n Half the Brick's on my back when I'm riding through\n Niggaz better know how to act when I'm riding through\n Steady hittin' the yak and I'm riding through\n High as hell in the 'Lac and I'm riding through\n\n The hood throwin' it up when we riding through\n Ain't nuttin' changed, ante up when we riding through\n Whether the slums or the burbs we riding through\n Plenty birds on the curb when we riding through\n\n Yeah, M.O.P. them some hard ass niggaz, nigga\n Gilla House, Brick City to Brook-Nam fools\n\n The first time I bumped into M.O.P. and shit\n I was broke as hell and I ain't even come out with an album yet\n I was drivin' my moms little Chevette and shit\n And I knew, Scoob Lover and shit and Scrap Lover\n\n And I bumped into Scrap Lover, in New York\n Drivin' around the Coca Cabana and shit\n I was dolo, and he ran to the Chevette like he had beef\n With somebody in the club\n So he jumped in like yo and he brought his lil' man with him\n And he was a rider and that was Lil' Fame\n\n And we drove around the block and shit\n Back around to the club, and uh Scrap Lover jumped out\n Started buckin in the air like, \"Who wanna jump me now?\"\n 'Cause I think some niggaz tried to jump him\n\n And Lil' Fame was in the back squattin' with the hammer\n Ready to let loose\n And we ain't even know each other from door\n Then he came out with M.O.P\n That's how I knew they were some hard ass niggaz, that shit was real\n And then they started gettin' paper, damn\n"},{"id":23351131,"name":"What I Wanna Be","trackName":"What I Wanna Be","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Foundation","duration":246.972226,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[samples looped and chopped at the beginning]\n\"What I'm what I'm gonna be... and I... \"\n\"Be... and I... be-be... and I... be\"\n\n[Rell:] What I'm gonna be\n\n\"Be... and I... what I'm gonna be... \"\n\n[Lil' Fame:]\nThis thug thang I do it, drug game influenced\nBloodstains and shooters, it's love pain and music\nBK stand strong all day, uhh\nAy your boy carry the weight like John Forte\nI done got done with deadly croons, ducked shots from deadly goons\nPulled capers, stacked paper, like the Daily News\nCan't stop me, young successful O.G.\nThat's (\"what I'm gonna be\")\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nYouse a youse a mess, I see you playin Monopoly\nAnd runnin game through the lanes probably\nConnectin the dots like it was Yahtzee\nBig boy Fonzie, preachin the Chachi\nExclusive, homey you got me\nElusive, you never know what you see\nBe neutral it's crucial shorty we O.G.\nIt's not what you used to, homey we Mo P\n\n[Chorus: Rell]\nThey ask me what I'm gonna be, when I grow up\nI wanna be just what I see, hustler and baller\nGrinding taking trips OT, tryin to blow up\nBut for now I'm gonna hit these strets, until it's sewed up\nThen I'm gone\n\n[Billy Danze:]\nAs far as rap go, I just happen to know how to flow\nI just happened to be at it from the do'\nI just happen to be sick with it\nAnd I got this \"Hammer\" with me, I guess I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\" it\nGet it? [laughter] Get, back; don't get that old ghetto surgery\nReal talk, no perjury\nI know you niggaz heard of me, as a third degree\nI'm still bangin that thang, that's word to me\n\n[Lil' Fame:]\nDon't get yo' shit hit up, lit up\nAnd your shirt painted burgundy, rushed off to emergency\nSheisty-ass cats like that, we leave 'em on the pavement\nSame niggaz that'll piss on you and tell you that it's rainin\nWe keep it thuggin dog, massive steel\nMoney growin like grass with the \"Mass Appeal\"\nAnd I'm a youngster, I get it in with the hustlers\nStay sucker free that's...\n\n[Chorus x2: with ad libs]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.73] [samples looped and chopped at the beginning]\n[00:02.77] \"What I'm what I'm gonna be... and I... \"\n[00:07.26] \"Be... and I... be-be... and I... be\"\n[00:12.66] [Rell:] What I'm gonna be\n[00:18.92] \"Be... and I... what I'm gonna be... \"\n[00:20.74] [Lil' Fame:]\n[00:23.52] This thug thang I do it, drug game influenced\n[00:26.27] Bloodstains and shooters, it's love pain and music\n[00:28.91] BK stand strong all day, uhh\n[00:31.65] Ay your boy carry the weight like John Forte\n[00:34.39] I done got done with deadly croons, ducked shots from deadly goons\n[00:37.03] Pulled capers, stacked paper, like the Daily News\n[00:39.80] Can't stop me, young successful O.G.\n[00:42.55] That's (\"what I'm gonna be\")\n[00:45.26] [Billy Danze:]\n[00:46.11] Youse a youse a mess, I see you playin Monopoly\n[00:47.98] And runnin game through the lanes probably\n[00:50.67] Connectin the dots like it was Yahtzee\n[00:53.39] Big boy Fonzie, preachin the Chachi\n[00:56.01] Exclusive, homey you got me\n[00:57.80] Elusive, you never know what you see\n[01:00.52] Be neutral it's crucial shorty we O.G.\n[01:03.39] It's not what you used to, homey we Mo P\n[01:06.06] [Chorus: Rell]\n[01:06.92] They ask me what I'm gonna be, when I grow up\n[01:09.63] I wanna be just what I see, hustler and baller\n[01:15.05] Grinding taking trips OT, tryin to blow up\n[01:20.50] But for now I'm gonna hit these strets, until it's sewed up\n[01:25.91] Then I'm gone\n[01:26.84] [Billy Danze:]\n[01:27.70] As far as rap go, I just happen to know how to flow\n[01:30.44] I just happened to be at it from the do'\n[01:33.12] I just happen to be sick with it\n[01:34.97] And I got this \"Hammer\" with me, I guess I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\" it\n[01:38.61] Get it? [laughter] Get, back; don't get that old ghetto surgery\n[01:42.23] Real talk, no perjury\n[01:44.02] I know you niggaz heard of me, as a third degree\n[01:46.73] I'm still bangin that thang, that's word to me\n[01:48.51] [Lil' Fame:]\n[01:49.44] Don't get yo' shit hit up, lit up\n[01:51.28] And your shirt painted burgundy, rushed off to emergency\n[01:53.90] Sheisty-ass cats like that, we leave 'em on the pavement\n[01:55.88] Same niggaz that'll piss on you and tell you that it's rainin\n[01:59.48] We keep it thuggin dog, massive steel\n[02:02.15] Money growin like grass with the \"Mass Appeal\"\n[02:04.84] And I'm a youngster, I get it in with the hustlers\n[02:07.59] Stay sucker free that's...\n[02:08.44] [Chorus x2: with ad libs]\n[03:15.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: What I Wanna Be\n artist: M.O.P.\n album: Foundation\n duration_ms: 246972\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[samples looped and chopped at the beginning]'\n start_ms: 1730\n end_ms: 2770\n- text: '\"What I''m what I''m gonna be... and I... \"'\n start_ms: 2770\n end_ms: 7260\n- text: '\"Be... and I... be-be... and I... be\"'\n start_ms: 7260\n end_ms: 12660\n- text: '[Rell:] What I''m gonna be'\n start_ms: 12660\n end_ms: 18920\n- text: '\"Be... and I... what I''m gonna be... \"'\n start_ms: 18920\n end_ms: 20740\n- text: '[Lil'' Fame:]'\n start_ms: 20740\n end_ms: 23520\n- text: This thug thang I do it, drug game influenced\n start_ms: 23520\n end_ms: 26270\n- text: Bloodstains and shooters, it's love pain and music\n start_ms: 26270\n end_ms: 28910\n- text: BK stand strong all day, uhh\n start_ms: 28910\n end_ms: 31650\n- text: Ay your boy carry the weight like John Forte\n start_ms: 31650\n end_ms: 34390\n- text: I done got done with deadly croons, ducked shots from deadly goons\n start_ms: 34390\n end_ms: 37030\n- text: Pulled capers, stacked paper, like the Daily News\n start_ms: 37030\n end_ms: 39800\n- text: Can't stop me, young successful O.G.\n start_ms: 39800\n end_ms: 42550\n- text: That's (\"what I'm gonna be\")\n start_ms: 42550\n end_ms: 45260\n- text: '[Billy Danze:]'\n start_ms: 45260\n end_ms: 46110\n- text: Youse a youse a mess, I see you playin Monopoly\n start_ms: 46110\n end_ms: 47980\n- text: And runnin game through the lanes probably\n start_ms: 47980\n end_ms: 50670\n- text: Connectin the dots like it was Yahtzee\n start_ms: 50670\n end_ms: 53390\n- text: Big boy Fonzie, preachin the Chachi\n start_ms: 53390\n end_ms: 56010\n- text: Exclusive, homey you got me\n start_ms: 56010\n end_ms: 57800\n- text: Elusive, you never know what you see\n start_ms: 57800\n end_ms: 60520\n- text: Be neutral it's crucial shorty we O.G.\n start_ms: 60520\n end_ms: 63390\n- text: It's not what you used to, homey we Mo P\n start_ms: 63390\n end_ms: 66060\n- text: '[Chorus: Rell]'\n start_ms: 66060\n end_ms: 66920\n- text: They ask me what I'm gonna be, when I grow up\n start_ms: 66920\n end_ms: 69630\n- text: I wanna be just what I see, hustler and baller\n start_ms: 69630\n end_ms: 75050\n- text: Grinding taking trips OT, tryin to blow up\n start_ms: 75050\n end_ms: 80500\n- text: But for now I'm gonna hit these strets, until it's sewed up\n start_ms: 80500\n end_ms: 85910\n- text: Then I'm gone\n start_ms: 85910\n end_ms: 86840\n- text: '[Billy Danze:]'\n start_ms: 86840\n end_ms: 87700\n- text: As far as rap go, I just happen to know how to flow\n start_ms: 87700\n end_ms: 90440\n- text: I just happened to be at it from the do'\n start_ms: 90440\n end_ms: 93120\n- text: I just happen to be sick with it\n start_ms: 93120\n end_ms: 94970\n- text: And I got this \"Hammer\" with me, I guess I'm \"2 Legit 2 Quit\" it\n start_ms: 94970\n end_ms: 98610\n- text: Get it? 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