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M.O.P.)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":216.426667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nshots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n[00:09.72] [Lil Fame]\n[00:20.23] I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]\n[00:22.21] Me bitch [who dat?]\n[00:23.37] The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n[00:25.42] I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n[00:27.93] Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit\n[00:29.73] When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n[00:31.88] But aint, provin a thang\n[00:33.45] I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]\n[00:34.70] Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n[00:35.85] Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[00:40.70] [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!] How you like me now?\n[00:43.17] That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down\n[00:45.78] Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n[00:48.58] When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n[00:50.90] Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n[00:53.43] I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n[00:55.97] Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n[00:58.76] We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n[01:01.06] You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n[01:03.21] Dump off your body? til your whole family die fishin?\n[01:06.24] The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n[01:08.62] Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n[01:10.87] Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n[01:13.42] But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n[01:16.15] Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n[01:18.88] Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n[01:21.73] Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n[01:24.29] It's so amazin, we still blazin\n[01:26.25] Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n[01:28.86] They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement\n[01:31.31] Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n[01:33.98] So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n[01:37.87] So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n[01:43.39] HOOK:\n[01:44.11] First Fam, ridiculous\n[01:45.60] Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n[01:47.12] Them false dudes can't get wit us\n[01:48.79] Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n[01:50.56] First Fam, ridiculous\n[01:55.32] Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n[01:58.03] Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,\n[01:58.65] MASHIN!\n[02:03.50] [Billy Danze]\n[02:04.51] I done figured it out [what's that?]\n[02:07.24] They don't want us to shine [true]\n[02:07.90] You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n[02:08.35] I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n[02:09.12] You dissin? I'm hittin\n[02:12.37] Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n[02:15.61] I'm a whole different breed of man\n[02:17.94] Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n[02:20.02] And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!]\n[02:22.73] What! Who gon' tame me\n[02:25.51] I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n[02:27.74] You can look at me strangely\n[02:29.38] Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n[02:33.00] First Family trainee, take what's mine\n[02:35.38] '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n[02:37.58] [Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n[02:40.35] I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n[02:42.34] Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]\n[02:45.99] They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n[02:47.94] In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n[02:50.41] They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n[02:53.29] Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n[02:55.75] You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n[02:58.52] Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n[03:01.02] So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!]\n[03:05.04] HOOK\n[03:10.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G-Building (Prod. 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Shutup! 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Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":6296456,"name":"G Building","trackName":"G Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! 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I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! 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I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! 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Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G-Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: 'Constant Elevation: The ''Say Word'' Mix [Mixtape]'\n  duration_ms: 137434\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":19225476,"name":"G‐Building","trackName":"G‐Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":248.484688,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nshots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G‐Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 248485\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":18806708,"name":"G Building","trackName":"G Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Cornerstone Mixtape #16","duration":114.912667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: 'Cornerstone Mixtape #16'\n  duration_ms: 114913\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":14358443,"name":"G-Building","trackName":"G-Building","artistName":"M.o.p.","albumName":"Warriorz (Retail)","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nshots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n[00:09.72] [Lil Fame]\n[00:20.23] I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]\n[00:22.21] Me bitch [who dat?]\n[00:23.37] The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n[00:25.42] I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n[00:27.93] Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit\n[00:29.73] When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n[00:31.88] But aint, provin a thang\n[00:33.45] I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]\n[00:34.70] Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n[00:35.85] Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[00:40.70] [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!] How you like me now?\n[00:43.17] That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down\n[00:45.78] Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n[00:48.58] When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n[00:50.90] Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n[00:53.43] I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n[00:55.97] Why? 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I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! 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Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nshots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n[00:09.72] [Lil Fame]\n[00:20.23] I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]\n[00:22.21] Me bitch [who dat?]\n[00:23.37] The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n[00:25.42] I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n[00:27.93] Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit\n[00:29.73] When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n[00:31.88] But aint, provin a thang\n[00:33.45] I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]\n[00:34.70] Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n[00:35.85] Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[00:40.70] [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!] How you like me now?\n[00:43.17] That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down\n[00:45.78] Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n[00:48.58] When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n[00:50.90] Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n[00:53.43] I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n[00:55.97] Why? 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I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! 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Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! 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I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! 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I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G-Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 282782\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":10215579,"name":"G-Building","trackName":"G-Building","artistName":"M․O․P․","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n[Lil Fame]\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]\nMe bitch [who dat?]\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut aint, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!] How you like me now?\nThat *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body? til your whole family die fishin?\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAint no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be strippin your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nHOOK:\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,\nMASHIN!\n\n[Billy Danze]\nI done figured it out [what's that?]\nThey don't want us to shine [true]\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\n[Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!]\n\nHOOK","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n[00:09.72] [Lil Fame]\n[00:20.23] I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch [who dat?]\n[00:22.21] Me bitch [who dat?]\n[00:23.37] The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n[00:25.42] I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n[00:27.93] Cuz when I'm spittin, I'ma split your shitit\n[00:29.73] When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n[00:31.88] But aint, provin a thang\n[00:33.45] I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring [uh huh]\n[00:34.70] Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n[00:35.85] Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[00:40.70] [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!] How you like me now?\n[00:43.17] That *Kool Moe P* shit, nigga, put it down\n[00:45.78] Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n[00:48.58] When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n[00:50.90] Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n[00:53.43] I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n[00:55.97] Why? 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I'm hittin\n[02:12.37] Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n[02:15.61] I'm a whole different breed of man\n[02:17.94] Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n[02:20.02] And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!]\n[02:22.73] What! Who gon' tame me\n[02:25.51] I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n[02:27.74] You can look at me strangely\n[02:29.38] Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n[02:33.00] First Family trainee, take what's mine\n[02:35.38] '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n[02:37.58] [Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n[02:40.35] I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n[02:42.34] Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]\n[02:45.99] They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n[02:47.94] In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n[02:50.41] They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n[02:53.29] Shutup! Shutup! 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Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body? til your whole family die fishin?\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Aint no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Aint no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be strippin your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'ma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  HOOK:\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin,\n  MASHIN!\n\n  [Billy Danze]\n  I done figured it out [what's that?]\n  They don't want us to shine [true]\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  [Take it easy] Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo', [suckas never played us]\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!]\n\n  HOOK\n"},{"id":33505608,"name":"G Building","trackName":"G Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Rjd2's Constant Elevation Say","duration":137.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Rjd2's Constant Elevation Say\n  duration_ms: 137000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":35940079,"name":"G. Building","trackName":"G. Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Tape Proprietors","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G. Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Tape Proprietors\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":28944188,"name":"g-building","trackName":"g-building","artistName":"M.O.P","albumName":"Worriorz","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: g-building\n  artist: M.O.P\n  album: Worriorz\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":25823787,"name":"G-Building","trackName":"G-Building","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz (Japan Edition)","duration":216.44,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nShots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G-Building\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 216440\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  Shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"},{"id":36462143,"name":"G Building (Explicit)","trackName":"G Building (Explicit)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\nI'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\nMe bitch\nThe Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\nI'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\nCuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\nWhen I aim, yo you try to get a name\nBut ain't, provin a thang\nI'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\nNow who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\nStep in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n[AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\nThat Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\nYo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\nWhen that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\nMade the church people on your block wanna move out\nI bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\nWhy? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\nWe don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\nYou gotta get it, cuz you now listen\nDump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\nThe street mayor, ghetto street playa\nHit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\nFuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\nBut I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\nCuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\nWrite my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\nAin't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\nIt's so amazin, we still blazin\nAin't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\nThey be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\nWit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\nSo walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\nSo listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nViolaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\nThem false dudes can't get wit us\nHoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\nFirst Fam, ridiculous\nFools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\nCuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\nMASHIN!!\n\nI done figured it out\nThey don't want us to shine\nYou lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\nI still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\nYou dissin? I'm hittin\nListen, is it me or the industry to understand\nI'm a whole different breed of man\nBill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\nAnd I'm servin double and single\nshots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\nWhat! Who gon' tame me\nI'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\nYou can look at me strangely\nKeep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\nFirst Family trainee, take what's mine\n'99 is my time to shine, that's that\nFuck that, I'm ready yo\nI refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\nFizzy Wo',\nThey can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\nIn fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\nThey know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\nShutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\nYou hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\nNow, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\nSo I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: G Building (Explicit)\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 216000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh\n\n  I'm back and I'm stuck up in this bitch\n  Me bitch\n  The Brooklyn thug, what the fuck you see bitch?\n  I'm known for regulatin this game, fuck a critic\n  Cuz when I'm spittin, I'mma split your shitit\n  When I aim, yo you try to get a name\n  But ain't, provin a thang\n  I'm still doin my thang,[go head] bells they still ring\n  Now who the lame that wan' tango with Lil Fame\n  Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass up like Mills Lane\n  [AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!] How you like me now?\n  That Kool Moe Dee shit, nigga, put it down\n  Yo I need a silencer gat, shit too loud\n  When that bitch start to holla, nigga do child\n  Made the church people on your block wanna move out\n  I bump off and I dump off, and a nigga cool out\n  Why? Cuz when we in the place with the guns in our waist\n  We don't say put your hands up, niggas stand up\n  You gotta get it, cuz you now listen\n  Dump off your body, send your whole family (to go out fishin?)\n  The street mayor, ghetto street playa\n  Hit your hooker with this heavy dick meat playa ass cheek flare\n  Fuck the fame!, I agree fuck the fame\n  But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame\n  Cuz I'm a machine gun kelley, clappa dude\n  Write my name across your belly, DRDRDRDRDRDRDRDR yap a dude!\n  Ain't no escapin these streets I'm raised in\n  It's so amazin, we still blazin\n  Ain't no savin yo' ass from hell raisin\n  They be scrapin' your cantelope off the pavement\n  Wit yo' wig split in half and your chest caved in\n  So walk on the green, I'mma cut yo' ass down if you walk in between\n  So listen up and hear me boy, I'm the American [slash!] pretty boy\n\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Violaters try to get with us, we quick to bust\n  Them false dudes can't get wit us\n  Hoes grillin cuz we too tough, too real, too raw, too rough\n  First Fam, ridiculous\n  Fools try to move but them fools can't get wit us\n  Cuz we holdin, blastin, lowlin, blastin, strollin, trashin, rollin\n  MASHIN!!\n\n  I done figured it out\n  They don't want us to shine\n  You lost your mind if you thought I tossed my iron\n  I still got it, for when I'm facin situations like this\n  You dissin? I'm hittin\n  Listen, is it me or the industry to understand\n  I'm a whole different breed of man\n  Bill Danze, Brownsville, Bronx\n  And I'm servin double and single\n  shots on the rocks, nigga [AAAAAAAHHH!!]\n  What! Who gon' tame me\n  I'm a back block nigga and can't, nobody change me\n  You can look at me strangely\n  Keep yappin at your dogs if I go up in your mouth, don't blame me\n  First Family trainee, take what's mine\n  '99 is my time to shine, that's that\n  Fuck that, I'm ready yo\n  I refuse to dilute jewels for you fools on this radio\n  Fizzy Wo',\n  They can't fade us, they hate us, they anus\n  In fact when you touch 'em face to face, they stay in they place\n  They know I'm slayed up from the right side left five in one fist\n  Shutup! Shutup! Now you wanna show love\n  You hear the soft music in the background it's your brain on slugs\n  Now, it's a dirty job but somebody gotta do it\n  So I crept up, stepped up, got to it [FIRE!!]\n"}]