[{"id":16768227,"name":"Warriorz (Explicit)","trackName":"Warriorz (Explicit)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"M.O.P.   Warriorz","duration":283.2324,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz (Explicit)\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: M.O.P.   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(ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":21424972,"name":"M.O.P. / Cold As Ice (Explicit)","trackName":"M.O.P. / Cold As Ice (Explicit)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"M.O.P.   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Warriorz","duration":247.745306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please!!\nThis shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\nMotherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\nYeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\nBlunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\nBusta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now? (What you want now?)\nWhat you want now?\n(What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\nANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\nThey want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\nWhen I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\nHunt you down nigga, run your ass down\nUnleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\nYou frontin like this was a thing of the past\nWith tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\nMy niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\nIn the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n(BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\nAnd if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\nYou little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\nGet you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\nWe takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\nEven the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nI catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\nYou think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\nI get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\nRock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\nI take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\nYo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\nFor my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\nso they can come and take - all your money\nWish I could bring Pun back\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n(BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\nSo keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\nAnd I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\nANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\nShe try to spaz out then smack that bitch\nHoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\nRemi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\nGet up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\nGet him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\nYap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\nANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\nF*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\nANTE UP!!\n\nWhat? My whole family nuts\nRun up yo' stash house, tie granny up\nMake you strip butt-naked\nYoung buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\nFor tryin to tuck the necklace\nI'm young hungry armed and reckless\nOn the streets with a death wish\nDon't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\nANTE UP!!\n\nShow no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\nWe bang hollows, you misrepresentin\nthe game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\nHit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\nYap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\nListen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\nWith that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\nHey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\nA clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\nEat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\nIt's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\nEasy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\nI'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\nDie cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\nAight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.06] Attention please, attention please!!\n[00:09.66] This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n[00:11.07] Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n[00:13.14] Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n[00:14.14] Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n[00:20.64] Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n[00:24.02] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:26.83] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:27.95] What you want now? (What you want now?)\n[00:28.69] What you want now?\n[00:29.44] (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n[00:38.37] ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n[00:39.24] They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n[00:40.75] When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n[00:41.27] 'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n[00:44.15] Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n[00:45.45] Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n[00:45.78] You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n[00:46.15] With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n[00:46.58] My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n[00:46.95] In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n[00:47.35] (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n[00:47.76] And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n[00:48.17] You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n[00:48.52] Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n[00:48.84] We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n[00:49.17] Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n[00:49.49] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n[00:49.78] I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n[00:50.09] You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n[00:50.42] I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n[00:50.70] Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n[00:51.02] I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n[00:51.35] Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n[00:51.62] For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n[00:51.94] so they can come and take - all your money\n[00:52.23] Wish I could bring Pun back\n[00:52.53] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:52.83] (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n[00:53.04] So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n[00:53.35] And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n[00:53.61] ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n[00:53.86] She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n[00:54.13] Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n[00:54.44] Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:54.63] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:54.96] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:55.24] It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n[00:55.55] Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n[00:55.77] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:55.97] ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n[00:56.23] Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n[00:56.46] Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n[00:56.73] ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n[00:56.95] F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n[00:57.25] ANTE UP!!\n[00:57.45] What? 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(What you want now?)\n  start_ms: 27950\n  end_ms: 28690\n- text: What you want now?\n  start_ms: 28690\n  end_ms: 29440\n- text: (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n  start_ms: 29440\n  end_ms: 38370\n- text: ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n  start_ms: 38370\n  end_ms: 39240\n- text: They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n  start_ms: 39240\n  end_ms: 40750\n- text: When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n  start_ms: 40750\n  end_ms: 41270\n- text: '''fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga'\n  start_ms: 41270\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 45450\n- text: Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n  start_ms: 45450\n  end_ms: 45780\n- text: You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n  start_ms: 45780\n  end_ms: 46150\n- text: With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n  start_ms: 46150\n  end_ms: 46580\n- text: My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n  start_ms: 46580\n  end_ms: 46950\n- text: In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n  start_ms: 46950\n  end_ms: 47350\n- text: (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n  start_ms: 47350\n  end_ms: 47760\n- text: And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n  start_ms: 47760\n  end_ms: 48170\n- text: You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n  start_ms: 48170\n  end_ms: 48520\n- text: Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n  start_ms: 48520\n  end_ms: 48840\n- text: We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n  start_ms: 48840\n  end_ms: 49170\n- text: Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n  start_ms: 49170\n  end_ms: 49490\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 49490\n  end_ms: 49780\n- text: I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n  start_ms: 49780\n  end_ms: 50090\n- text: You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n  start_ms: 50090\n  end_ms: 50420\n- text: I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n  start_ms: 50420\n  end_ms: 50700\n- text: Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n  start_ms: 50700\n  end_ms: 51020\n- text: I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n  start_ms: 51020\n  end_ms: 51350\n- text: Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n  start_ms: 51350\n  end_ms: 51620\n- text: For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n  start_ms: 51620\n  end_ms: 51940\n- text: so they can come and take - all your money\n  start_ms: 51940\n  end_ms: 52230\n- text: Wish I could bring Pun back\n  start_ms: 52230\n  end_ms: 52530\n- text: (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n  start_ms: 52530\n  end_ms: 52830\n- text: (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n  start_ms: 52830\n  end_ms: 53040\n- text: So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n  start_ms: 53040\n  end_ms: 53350\n- text: And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n  start_ms: 53350\n  end_ms: 53610\n- text: ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n  start_ms: 53610\n  end_ms: 53860\n- text: She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n  start_ms: 53860\n  end_ms: 54130\n- text: Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n  start_ms: 54130\n  end_ms: 54440\n- text: Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n  start_ms: 54440\n  end_ms: 54630\n- text: ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  start_ms: 54630\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 55240\n- text: It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n  start_ms: 55240\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n  start_ms: 55550\n  end_ms: 55770\n- text: ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  start_ms: 55770\n  end_ms: 55970\n- text: ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n  start_ms: 55970\n  end_ms: 56230\n- text: Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n  start_ms: 56230\n  end_ms: 56460\n- text: Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n  start_ms: 56460\n  end_ms: 56730\n- text: ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  start_ms: 56730\n  end_ms: 56950\n- text: F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n  start_ms: 56950\n  end_ms: 57250\n- text: ANTE UP!!\n  start_ms: 57250\n  end_ms: 57450\n- text: What? My whole family nuts\n  start_ms: 57450\n  end_ms: 57640\n- text: Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n  start_ms: 57640\n  end_ms: 57880\n- text: Make you strip butt-naked\n  start_ms: 57880\n  end_ms: 58110\n- text: Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n  start_ms: 58110\n  end_ms: 58320\n- text: For tryin to tuck the necklace\n  start_ms: 58320\n  end_ms: 58470\n- text: I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n  start_ms: 58470\n  end_ms: 58670\n- text: On the streets with a death wish\n  start_ms: 58670\n  end_ms: 58880\n- text: Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n  start_ms: 58880\n  end_ms: 59160\n- text: ANTE UP!!\n  start_ms: 59160\n  end_ms: 59350\n- text: Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n  start_ms: 59350\n  end_ms: 59530\n- text: We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n  start_ms: 59530\n  end_ms: 59740\n- text: the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n  start_ms: 59740\n  end_ms: 60050\n- text: Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n  start_ms: 60050\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 60420\n- text: Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n  start_ms: 60420\n  end_ms: 60630\n- text: With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n  start_ms: 60630\n  end_ms: 60860\n- text: Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n  start_ms: 60860\n  end_ms: 61120\n- text: A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n  start_ms: 61120\n  end_ms: 61340\n- text: Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n  start_ms: 61340\n  end_ms: 61520\n- text: It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n  start_ms: 61520\n  end_ms: 61730\n- text: Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n  start_ms: 61730\n  end_ms: 61930\n- text: I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n  start_ms: 61930\n  end_ms: 62150\n- text: Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n  start_ms: 62150\n  end_ms: 62360\n- text: Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n  start_ms: 62360\n  end_ms: 62550\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 62550\nplain: |-\n  Attention please, attention please!!\n  This shit here feels like a whole entire WORLD collapsed!\n  Motherf*ckerrrrrrrrrr! Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) yeah!\n  Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)\n  Blunt(blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt (blunt) blunt\n\n  Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now\n  What you want now? (What you want now?)\n  What you want now? (What you want now?)\n  What you want now? (What you want now?)\n  What you want now?\n  (What you want want want want want want BLUNT BLUNT)\n\n  ANTE UP!! No, cut that fool!\n  They want to act stupid gun-butt that fool\n  When I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels\n  'fore we f*ck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga\n  Hunt you down nigga, run your ass down\n  Unleash the hounds til them niggaz'll gun your ass down (STOP IT)\n  You frontin like this was a thing of the past\n  With tattoos over the scars a nigga left on your ass!\n  My niggaz think lopsided, bust they gat cross-sided\n  In the subways they rob trains runnin along-side it!\n  (BLUNT BLUNT) See motherf*cker we don't play with that shit\n  And if you want your shit back you had to PAY for that shit!\n  You little costume niggaz, Romper-Room niggaz\n  Get you in the night or early in the afternoon niggaz\n  We takin your whole shit WHILE WE PASS THROUGH\n  Even the shirt off your back, nigga RUN THAT TOO\n\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade\n  You think you cute hoe? Take off them Gucci shades\n  I get my dogs to do you dirty, they all seven-thirty\n  Rock a ski-mask, whether it's June or February\n  I take your show money (OHH!) take your 'dro money (OHH!)\n  Yo yap that fool, cause I don't know money!\n  For my peeps that hate slow money; I put them in the industry\n  so they can come and take - all your money\n  Wish I could bring Pun back\n  (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n  (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that! (BLAOW!) Bitch, run that!\n  So keep actin like you don't know where the funds at\n  And I'ma show y'all motherf*ckers where the guns at\n\n  ANTE UP!! Yo yap that bitch\n  She try to spaz out then smack that bitch\n  Hoe you don't be rhymin, you still memorizin\n  Remi want them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n\n  ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n  It's the perfect timin, you see the man shinin\n  Get up off them God damn diamonds (HUH!!!)\n  ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  ANTE UP!! Kidnap that fool!\n  Get him (get him) get him, hit him (hit him) hit him\n  Yap him (ZAP HIM) yap him (ZAP HIM)\n\n  ANTE UP!! Yap that fool!\n  F*ck hip-hop, rip pockets, snatch jewels!\n  ANTE UP!!\n\n  What? My whole family nuts\n  Run up yo' stash house, tie granny up\n  Make you strip butt-naked\n  Young buck got struck with the gun butt (for what?)\n  For tryin to tuck the necklace\n  I'm young hungry armed and reckless\n  On the streets with a death wish\n  Don't hide when you see me, I'm on the guestlist\n\n  ANTE UP!!\n\n  Show no mercy; B.K., nigga, thirsty thirsty\n  We bang hollows, you misrepresentin\n  the game motherf*cker you lame and your chain hollow\n  Hit him (hit him) hit him, flash the tech\n  Yap your chain, smash the lens in your specs\n  Listen. it's, Lil' Fame right?\n  With that Brownsville mentality to Shanghai\n\n  Hey yo I'm firin out a coppertop city, with a whole empire\n  A clip full of blue-tips and a hand full of FIYAHH!\n  Eat deep dirt nigga (YEP)\n  It's Berk' I put in work until it hurt nigga (STEP)\n  Easy out the truck punk, 'fore I leave your ass leakin\n  I'ma bang til the springs in this thang start squeakin\n  Die cocksucker, boom BAP boom BAP\n  Aight motherf*cker, what's wrong with you?\n"},{"id":5531914,"name":"Warriorz","trackName":"Warriorz","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[Billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[Lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] Yeah (what, shit)\n[00:03.37] You know who the fuck this is\n[00:06.21] It's the hardest, spittin' (spittin')\n[00:10.58] M.O.P\n[00:11.65] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[00:14.11] I'm callin' ya, huh (lover), what you say, nigga?\n[00:16.94] All of ya, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot to be your)\n[00:19.51] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[00:22.57] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[00:25.09] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga? (Have I told you?)\n[00:27.69] All of ya, yeah, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot)\n[00:30.59] I'm warnin' ya, huh, today's the day, nigga (to be your lover)\n[00:32.62] Well, it's the back block, better kick (have I told you?)\n[00:34.83] Nigga, better get in the clear\n[00:36.49] Ain't nobody stoppin' this here\n[00:38.46] Dude, your clique is mad thick, fuck 'em, I don't care\n[00:41.14] Keep thinkin' I'm a bitch and I'm fuckin' you right here\n[00:44.00] In the middle of the street, consider it a beef\n[00:46.69] And when I'm blazin' my heat, you know ain't nothin' sweet\n[00:49.42] I've been trained by them old timers, I know you know\n[00:52.28] I'm still throwin' down for the Ville, for real (for sho')\n[00:54.75] Burn down your empire, fizzy, here's the scoop (uh)\n[00:57.72] When I jump up out the roof of the coupe (fire)\n[01:00.31] I, uh, got a gift for you, you like presents?\n[01:03.02] Let's keep in mind every gift isn't a blessing\n[01:06.00] I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up\n[01:08.47] I'll put you in a box, how you tellin'? Laid up\n[01:11.25] Your homies hollerin', \"Wait up,\" as the bright light blind ya\n[01:14.14] Three or four of them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n[01:16.91] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[01:19.45] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:22.40] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:25.08] I'm warnin' ya, yeah, today's the day, nigga\n[01:27.96] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[01:30.58] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:33.24] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:35.98] I'm warnin' ya, today's the day, nigga\n[01:38.82] I'll have your ass layin' there for months\n[01:40.75] On a beat machine with a shitbag and an I.V. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n[01:43.36] Try me, motherfucker, keep talkin' shit like a parrot\n[01:46.81] I'll put metal in your carriage, have you sittin' up embarrassed\n[01:49.45] 24 years of pain, bitch, fame is a loner\n[01:52.45] I finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n[01:54.93] Game over, nigga, that's a fact, bitch\n[01:57.38] Tell the engineer to crank the level on the track, bitch, I'm back, bitch\n[02:00.84] See, I'm a veteran, get your medal when (what?)\n[02:03.49] Meet me on the corner of your block so we can settle this\n[02:06.22] I hope your family got love for you, soldier\n[02:08.74] 'Cause one of them gon' be an organ donor (for real)\n[02:11.28] Look here, I'll let these hollow-point slugs dive at 'em\n[02:13.95] Live at 'em, cock back and spit five at 'em (recognize)\n[02:17.73] Whole team puttin' in work\n[02:18.93] I'll knock the soul out your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:21.28] And put your body in the earth\n[02:22.86] Set 'em straight\n[02:23.76] Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n[02:26.77] Premonition got my niggas on a mission\n[02:29.22] Walk through 'em, y'all (aya!), talk to 'em, y'all (fire)\n[02:32.72] Look, it's the one-man arsenal (they don't want no parts of you)\n[02:36.31] Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n[02:38.64] I mastered the art of war\n[02:40.46] Step to niggas haulin' semi-automatics, squeezin' a four-four\n[02:44.02] I'm from Brownsville, duke, I ain't gotta remind you niggas\n[02:46.92] Where I'm from, when you come, we splatter your kind of niggas\n[02:49.63] And Lord knows, I raise hell to the best of my ability\n[02:53.11] It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n[02:55.07] You feelin' me? Motherfucker, pay homage\n[02:57.82] I put down the gruesomest work, criminal carnage (uh)\n[03:00.43] I'll have your ass hibernatin'\n[03:02.43] Just for fuckin' with Mr. Fo'-Five, when he relaxin', vacatin'\n[03:05.98] I'ma hunt for you with my gun for you, get back\n[03:08.85] Fuck an orange vest, just my weapon and a six-pack (Brownsville)\n[03:12.19] That's how we do down here (rounds kill)\n[03:14.94] Don't come fuck around here, broke legs\n[03:17.09] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[03:19.77] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[03:22.48] All of ya, yes, lead the way, nigga\n[03:25.18] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[03:27.80] Warrior, uh, come out and play, nigga\n[03:30.43] I'm callin' ya, yes, what you say, nigga?\n[03:33.37] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[03:35.96] I'm warnin' ya, ah, today's the day, nigga\n[03:43.46] Yeah\n[03:46.21] Oh (have I told you?)\n[03:47.24] That's it and that's all (oh)\n[03:49.32] Salute (have I told you that)\n[03:52.47] You motherfuckers better (oh)\n[03:56.71] You motherfuckers better get back (have I told you? I forgot)\n[04:00.55] You motherfuckers is comin' (what the fuck? What (have I told you?)\n[04:04.78] (The fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?) You motherfuckers is comin'\n[04:08.23] Motherfucker (have I told you? I forgot to be your love)\n[04:14.19] Have I told you?\n[04:16.65] Have I told you babe, babe?\n[04:20.66] Lover\n[04:27.41] Be your lover\n[04:30.89] Have I told you?\n[04:32.87] Have I told you?\n[04:35.59] Have I told you? I forgot to be your lover\n[04:41.11] Have I told you?\n[04:42.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (what, shit)\n  start_ms: 1060\n  end_ms: 3370\n- text: You know who the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 3370\n  end_ms: 6210\n- text: It's the hardest, spittin' (spittin')\n  start_ms: 6210\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: M.O.P\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14110\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh (lover), what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 14110\n  end_ms: 16940\n- text: All of ya, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot to be your)\n  start_ms: 16940\n  end_ms: 19510\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 19510\n  end_ms: 22570\n- text: Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 22570\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga? (Have I told you?)\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 27690\n- text: All of ya, yeah, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot)\n  start_ms: 27690\n  end_ms: 30590\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, huh, today's the day, nigga (to be your lover)\n  start_ms: 30590\n  end_ms: 32620\n- text: Well, it's the back block, better kick (have I told you?)\n  start_ms: 32620\n  end_ms: 34830\n- text: Nigga, better get in the clear\n  start_ms: 34830\n  end_ms: 36490\n- text: Ain't nobody stoppin' this here\n  start_ms: 36490\n  end_ms: 38460\n- text: Dude, your clique is mad thick, fuck 'em, I don't care\n  start_ms: 38460\n  end_ms: 41140\n- text: Keep thinkin' I'm a bitch and I'm fuckin' you right here\n  start_ms: 41140\n  end_ms: 44000\n- text: In the middle of the street, consider it a beef\n  start_ms: 44000\n  end_ms: 46690\n- text: And when I'm blazin' my heat, you know ain't nothin' sweet\n  start_ms: 46690\n  end_ms: 49420\n- text: I've been trained by them old timers, I know you know\n  start_ms: 49420\n  end_ms: 52280\n- text: I'm still throwin' down for the Ville, for real (for sho')\n  start_ms: 52280\n  end_ms: 54750\n- text: Burn down your empire, fizzy, here's the scoop (uh)\n  start_ms: 54750\n  end_ms: 57720\n- text: When I jump up out the roof of the coupe (fire)\n  start_ms: 57720\n  end_ms: 60310\n- text: I, uh, got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  start_ms: 60310\n  end_ms: 63020\n- text: Let's keep in mind every gift isn't a blessing\n  start_ms: 63020\n  end_ms: 66000\n- text: I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up\n  start_ms: 66000\n  end_ms: 68470\n- text: I'll put you in a box, how you tellin'? Laid up\n  start_ms: 68470\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Your homies hollerin', \"Wait up,\" as the bright light blind ya\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74140\n- text: Three or four of them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n  start_ms: 74140\n  end_ms: 76910\n- text: Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 76910\n  end_ms: 79450\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 79450\n  end_ms: 82400\n- text: All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 82400\n  end_ms: 85080\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, yeah, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 85080\n  end_ms: 87960\n- text: Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 87960\n  end_ms: 90580\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 90580\n  end_ms: 93240\n- text: All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 93240\n  end_ms: 95980\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 95980\n  end_ms: 98820\n- text: I'll have your ass layin' there for months\n  start_ms: 98820\n  end_ms: 100750\n- text: On a beat machine with a shitbag and an I.V. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n  start_ms: 100750\n  end_ms: 103360\n- text: Try me, motherfucker, keep talkin' shit like a parrot\n  start_ms: 103360\n  end_ms: 106810\n- text: I'll put metal in your carriage, have you sittin' up embarrassed\n  start_ms: 106810\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: 24 years of pain, bitch, fame is a loner\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112450\n- text: I finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  start_ms: 112450\n  end_ms: 114930\n- text: Game over, nigga, that's a fact, bitch\n  start_ms: 114930\n  end_ms: 117380\n- text: Tell the engineer to crank the level on the track, bitch, I'm back, bitch\n  start_ms: 117380\n  end_ms: 120840\n- text: See, I'm a veteran, get your medal when (what?)\n  start_ms: 120840\n  end_ms: 123490\n- text: Meet me on the corner of your block so we can settle this\n  start_ms: 123490\n  end_ms: 126220\n- text: I hope your family got love for you, soldier\n  start_ms: 126220\n  end_ms: 128740\n- text: '''Cause one of them gon'' be an organ donor (for real)'\n  start_ms: 128740\n  end_ms: 131280\n- text: Look here, I'll let these hollow-point slugs dive at 'em\n  start_ms: 131280\n  end_ms: 133950\n- text: Live at 'em, cock back and spit five at 'em (recognize)\n  start_ms: 133950\n  end_ms: 137730\n- text: Whole team puttin' in work\n  start_ms: 137730\n  end_ms: 138930\n- text: I'll knock the soul out your motherfuckin' ass\n  start_ms: 138930\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: And put your body in the earth\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 142860\n- text: Set 'em straight\n  start_ms: 142860\n  end_ms: 143760\n- text: Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  start_ms: 143760\n  end_ms: 146770\n- text: Premonition got my niggas on a mission\n  start_ms: 146770\n  end_ms: 149220\n- text: Walk through 'em, y'all (aya!), talk to 'em, y'all (fire)\n  start_ms: 149220\n  end_ms: 152720\n- text: Look, it's the one-man arsenal (they don't want no parts of you)\n  start_ms: 152720\n  end_ms: 156310\n- text: Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  start_ms: 156310\n  end_ms: 158640\n- text: I mastered the art of war\n  start_ms: 158640\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: Step to niggas haulin' semi-automatics, squeezin' a four-four\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 164020\n- text: I'm from Brownsville, duke, I ain't gotta remind you niggas\n  start_ms: 164020\n  end_ms: 166920\n- text: Where I'm from, when you come, we splatter your kind of niggas\n  start_ms: 166920\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: And Lord knows, I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 173110\n- text: It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n  start_ms: 173110\n  end_ms: 175070\n- text: You feelin' me? 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I forgot)\n  start_ms: 236710\n  end_ms: 240550\n- text: You motherfuckers is comin' (what the fuck? What (have I told you?)\n  start_ms: 240550\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: (The fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?) You motherfuckers is comin'\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 248230\n- text: Motherfucker (have I told you? I forgot to be your love)\n  start_ms: 248230\n  end_ms: 254190\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 254190\n  end_ms: 256650\n- text: Have I told you babe, babe?\n  start_ms: 256650\n  end_ms: 260660\n- text: Lover\n  start_ms: 260660\n  end_ms: 267410\n- text: Be your lover\n  start_ms: 267410\n  end_ms: 270890\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 270890\n  end_ms: 272870\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 272870\n  end_ms: 275590\n- text: Have I told you? I forgot to be your lover\n  start_ms: 275590\n  end_ms: 281110\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 281110\n  end_ms: 282700\nplain: |-\n  [Lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":32721950,"name":"Warriorz","trackName":"Warriorz","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[Billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[Lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":24598697,"name":"Warriorz","trackName":"Warriorz","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":293.676562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[Billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[Lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 293677\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":10222379,"name":"Warriorz","trackName":"Warriorz","artistName":"M․O․P․","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":283.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] Yeah (what, shit)\n[00:03.37] You know who the fuck this is\n[00:06.21] It's the hardest, spittin' (spittin')\n[00:10.58] M.O.P\n[00:11.65] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[00:14.11] I'm callin' ya, huh (lover), what you say, nigga?\n[00:16.94] All of ya, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot to be your)\n[00:19.51] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[00:22.57] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[00:25.09] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga? (Have I told you?)\n[00:27.69] All of ya, yeah, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot)\n[00:30.59] I'm warnin' ya, huh, today's the day, nigga (to be your lover)\n[00:32.62] Well, it's the back block, better kick (have I told you?)\n[00:34.83] Nigga, better get in the clear\n[00:36.49] Ain't nobody stoppin' this here\n[00:38.46] Dude, your clique is mad thick, fuck 'em, I don't care\n[00:41.14] Keep thinkin' I'm a bitch and I'm fuckin' you right here\n[00:44.00] In the middle of the street, consider it a beef\n[00:46.69] And when I'm blazin' my heat, you know ain't nothin' sweet\n[00:49.42] I've been trained by them old timers, I know you know\n[00:52.28] I'm still throwin' down for the Ville, for real (for sho')\n[00:54.75] Burn down your empire, fizzy, here's the scoop (uh)\n[00:57.72] When I jump up out the roof of the coupe (fire)\n[01:00.31] I, uh, got a gift for you, you like presents?\n[01:03.02] Let's keep in mind every gift isn't a blessing\n[01:06.00] I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up\n[01:08.47] I'll put you in a box, how you tellin'? Laid up\n[01:11.25] Your homies hollerin', \"Wait up,\" as the bright light blind ya\n[01:14.14] Three or four of them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n[01:16.91] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[01:19.45] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:22.40] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:25.08] I'm warnin' ya, yeah, today's the day, nigga\n[01:27.96] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[01:30.58] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:33.24] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:35.98] I'm warnin' ya, today's the day, nigga\n[01:38.82] I'll have your ass layin' there for months\n[01:40.75] On a beat machine with a shitbag and an I.V. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n[01:43.36] Try me, motherfucker, keep talkin' shit like a parrot\n[01:46.81] I'll put metal in your carriage, have you sittin' up embarrassed\n[01:49.45] 24 years of pain, bitch, fame is a loner\n[01:52.45] I finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n[01:54.93] Game over, nigga, that's a fact, bitch\n[01:57.38] Tell the engineer to crank the level on the track, bitch, I'm back, bitch\n[02:00.84] See, I'm a veteran, get your medal when (what?)\n[02:03.49] Meet me on the corner of your block so we can settle this\n[02:06.22] I hope your family got love for you, soldier\n[02:08.74] 'Cause one of them gon' be an organ donor (for real)\n[02:11.28] Look here, I'll let these hollow-point slugs dive at 'em\n[02:13.95] Live at 'em, cock back and spit five at 'em (recognize)\n[02:17.73] Whole team puttin' in work\n[02:18.93] I'll knock the soul out your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:21.28] And put your body in the earth\n[02:22.86] Set 'em straight\n[02:23.76] Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n[02:26.77] Premonition got my niggas on a mission\n[02:29.22] Walk through 'em, y'all (aya!), talk to 'em, y'all (fire)\n[02:32.72] Look, it's the one-man arsenal (they don't want no parts of you)\n[02:36.31] Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n[02:38.64] I mastered the art of war\n[02:40.46] Step to niggas haulin' semi-automatics, squeezin' a four-four\n[02:44.02] I'm from Brownsville, duke, I ain't gotta remind you niggas\n[02:46.92] Where I'm from, when you come, we splatter your kind of niggas\n[02:49.63] And Lord knows, I raise hell to the best of my ability\n[02:53.11] It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n[02:55.07] You feelin' me? Motherfucker, pay homage\n[02:57.82] I put down the gruesomest work, criminal carnage (uh)\n[03:00.43] I'll have your ass hibernatin'\n[03:02.43] Just for fuckin' with Mr. Fo'-Five, when he relaxin', vacatin'\n[03:05.98] I'ma hunt for you with my gun for you, get back\n[03:08.85] Fuck an orange vest, just my weapon and a six-pack (Brownsville)\n[03:12.19] That's how we do down here (rounds kill)\n[03:14.94] Don't come fuck around here, broke legs\n[03:17.09] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[03:19.77] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[03:22.48] All of ya, yes, lead the way, nigga\n[03:25.18] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[03:27.80] Warrior, uh, come out and play, nigga\n[03:30.43] I'm callin' ya, yes, what you say, nigga?\n[03:33.37] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[03:35.96] I'm warnin' ya, ah, today's the day, nigga\n[03:43.46] Yeah\n[03:46.21] Oh (have I told you?)\n[03:47.24] That's it and that's all (oh)\n[03:49.32] Salute (have I told you that)\n[03:52.47] You motherfuckers better (oh)\n[03:56.71] You motherfuckers better get back (have I told you? I forgot)\n[04:00.55] You motherfuckers is comin' (what the fuck? What (have I told you?)\n[04:04.78] (The fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?) You motherfuckers is comin'\n[04:08.23] Motherfucker (have I told you? I forgot to be your love)\n[04:14.19] Have I told you?\n[04:16.65] Have I told you babe, babe?\n[04:20.66] Lover\n[04:27.41] Be your lover\n[04:30.89] Have I told you?\n[04:32.87] Have I told you?\n[04:35.59] Have I told you? 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Laid up\n  start_ms: 68470\n  end_ms: 71250\n- text: Your homies hollerin', \"Wait up,\" as the bright light blind ya\n  start_ms: 71250\n  end_ms: 74140\n- text: Three or four of them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n  start_ms: 74140\n  end_ms: 76910\n- text: Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 76910\n  end_ms: 79450\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 79450\n  end_ms: 82400\n- text: All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 82400\n  end_ms: 85080\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, yeah, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 85080\n  end_ms: 87960\n- text: Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 87960\n  end_ms: 90580\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 90580\n  end_ms: 93240\n- text: All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 93240\n  end_ms: 95980\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 95980\n  end_ms: 98820\n- text: I'll have your ass layin' there for months\n  start_ms: 98820\n  end_ms: 100750\n- text: On a beat machine with a shitbag and an I.V. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n  start_ms: 100750\n  end_ms: 103360\n- text: Try me, motherfucker, keep talkin' shit like a parrot\n  start_ms: 103360\n  end_ms: 106810\n- text: I'll put metal in your carriage, have you sittin' up embarrassed\n  start_ms: 106810\n  end_ms: 109450\n- text: 24 years of pain, bitch, fame is a loner\n  start_ms: 109450\n  end_ms: 112450\n- text: I finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  start_ms: 112450\n  end_ms: 114930\n- text: Game over, nigga, that's a fact, bitch\n  start_ms: 114930\n  end_ms: 117380\n- text: Tell the engineer to crank the level on the track, bitch, I'm back, bitch\n  start_ms: 117380\n  end_ms: 120840\n- text: See, I'm a veteran, get your medal when (what?)\n  start_ms: 120840\n  end_ms: 123490\n- text: Meet me on the corner of your block so we can settle this\n  start_ms: 123490\n  end_ms: 126220\n- text: I hope your family got love for you, soldier\n  start_ms: 126220\n  end_ms: 128740\n- text: '''Cause one of them gon'' be an organ donor (for real)'\n  start_ms: 128740\n  end_ms: 131280\n- text: Look here, I'll let these hollow-point slugs dive at 'em\n  start_ms: 131280\n  end_ms: 133950\n- text: Live at 'em, cock back and spit five at 'em (recognize)\n  start_ms: 133950\n  end_ms: 137730\n- text: Whole team puttin' in work\n  start_ms: 137730\n  end_ms: 138930\n- text: I'll knock the soul out your motherfuckin' ass\n  start_ms: 138930\n  end_ms: 141280\n- text: And put your body in the earth\n  start_ms: 141280\n  end_ms: 142860\n- text: Set 'em straight\n  start_ms: 142860\n  end_ms: 143760\n- text: Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  start_ms: 143760\n  end_ms: 146770\n- text: Premonition got my niggas on a mission\n  start_ms: 146770\n  end_ms: 149220\n- text: Walk through 'em, y'all (aya!), talk to 'em, y'all (fire)\n  start_ms: 149220\n  end_ms: 152720\n- text: Look, it's the one-man arsenal (they don't want no parts of you)\n  start_ms: 152720\n  end_ms: 156310\n- text: Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  start_ms: 156310\n  end_ms: 158640\n- text: I mastered the art of war\n  start_ms: 158640\n  end_ms: 160460\n- text: Step to niggas haulin' semi-automatics, squeezin' a four-four\n  start_ms: 160460\n  end_ms: 164020\n- text: I'm from Brownsville, duke, I ain't gotta remind you niggas\n  start_ms: 164020\n  end_ms: 166920\n- text: Where I'm from, when you come, we splatter your kind of niggas\n  start_ms: 166920\n  end_ms: 169630\n- text: And Lord knows, I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  start_ms: 169630\n  end_ms: 173110\n- text: It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n  start_ms: 173110\n  end_ms: 175070\n- text: You feelin' me? Motherfucker, pay homage\n  start_ms: 175070\n  end_ms: 177820\n- text: I put down the gruesomest work, criminal carnage (uh)\n  start_ms: 177820\n  end_ms: 180430\n- text: I'll have your ass hibernatin'\n  start_ms: 180430\n  end_ms: 182430\n- text: Just for fuckin' with Mr. Fo'-Five, when he relaxin', vacatin'\n  start_ms: 182430\n  end_ms: 185980\n- text: I'ma hunt for you with my gun for you, get back\n  start_ms: 185980\n  end_ms: 188850\n- text: Fuck an orange vest, just my weapon and a six-pack (Brownsville)\n  start_ms: 188850\n  end_ms: 192190\n- text: That's how we do down here (rounds kill)\n  start_ms: 192190\n  end_ms: 194940\n- text: Don't come fuck around here, broke legs\n  start_ms: 194940\n  end_ms: 197090\n- text: Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 197090\n  end_ms: 199770\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 199770\n  end_ms: 202480\n- text: All of ya, yes, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 202480\n  end_ms: 205180\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 205180\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: Warrior, uh, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210430\n- text: I'm callin' ya, yes, what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 210430\n  end_ms: 213370\n- text: All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n  start_ms: 213370\n  end_ms: 215960\n- text: I'm warnin' ya, ah, today's the day, nigga\n  start_ms: 215960\n  end_ms: 223460\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 223460\n  end_ms: 226210\n- text: Oh (have I told you?)\n  start_ms: 226210\n  end_ms: 227240\n- text: That's it and that's all (oh)\n  start_ms: 227240\n  end_ms: 229320\n- text: Salute (have I told you that)\n  start_ms: 229320\n  end_ms: 232470\n- text: You motherfuckers better (oh)\n  start_ms: 232470\n  end_ms: 236710\n- text: You motherfuckers better get back (have I told you? I forgot)\n  start_ms: 236710\n  end_ms: 240550\n- text: You motherfuckers is comin' (what the fuck? What (have I told you?)\n  start_ms: 240550\n  end_ms: 244780\n- text: (The fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?) You motherfuckers is comin'\n  start_ms: 244780\n  end_ms: 248230\n- text: Motherfucker (have I told you? I forgot to be your love)\n  start_ms: 248230\n  end_ms: 254190\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 254190\n  end_ms: 256650\n- text: Have I told you babe, babe?\n  start_ms: 256650\n  end_ms: 260660\n- text: Lover\n  start_ms: 260660\n  end_ms: 267410\n- text: Be your lover\n  start_ms: 267410\n  end_ms: 270890\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 270890\n  end_ms: 272870\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 272870\n  end_ms: 275590\n- text: Have I told you? I forgot to be your lover\n  start_ms: 275590\n  end_ms: 281110\n- text: Have I told you?\n  start_ms: 281110\n  end_ms: 282700\nplain: |-\n  [lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":27049929,"name":"Warriorz","trackName":"Warriorz","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":246.276813,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[Lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[Billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[Lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[Chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 246277\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [Billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [Lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [Chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":30555360,"name":"M.O.P - Warriorz - 03 - Everyday (feat. Product G&B)","trackName":"M.O.P - Warriorz - 03 - Everyday (feat. Product G&B)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":290.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"G&B, M.O.P\nYeah, Primo bring it back\nUh-huh, yo\nWhen you're living your life\n(When you're living your life)\nYou gotta survive\n(You gotta survive)\nThere's no escape (oh no)\nThis money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n(Break it down)\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nHey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze\nAnd Fizzy Womack from the trenches of the dungeons\nWho want some? Remember I'm sick with it\nBrownsville, BK nigga don't forget it\nI'm still beat boppin' when you see me poppin' through\nAnd the money mission seem to be impossible\nI put it down all way across the board\nThe original O.G. (B.E.) not a fraud\nClap don't applaud, it's the legendary M.O.P. (yes, yes y'all)\nI'm from where a lot of soldiers are found\nAnd a hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town\nWhen the gangstas decide to put it down\nI'll be around with my hat broke down, grippin' a pound\nNow, please send them cats\nI'll get up in 'em with venom, bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back\nWhen you're living your life\n(When you're living your life)\nYou gotta survive\n(You gotta survive)\nThere's no escape (oh no)\nThis money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n(Break it down)\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nHere we go again (yeah)\nFall back 'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat\nLive from the headquarters, you already know\nSo make yourself be heard (oh)\nIt's the F-I-Z-Z-Y dub-O-Mack\nHere to hold down the streets and the thugs know that\nSo tell me who in this (who in this), you in this (you in this)\nM.O.P. we ruin this, doin' this\nBack one more 'gain (that's right)\nAnd the streets is back y'all come on in\nWe bring the heat on purpose\nWe'll shit in the middle of your show like a horse at the circus\nDamn what you worth bitch?\nYou'll get your head cord wrapped real tight, tell me is it worth it?\nI'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me\nIt's the First Family, G&B talk to me, c'mon\nWhen you're living your life\n(When you're living your life)\nYou gotta survive\n(You gotta survive)\nThere's no escape (oh no)\nThis money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n(Break it down)\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nEveryday we keep it gangsta\nLiving thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\nI got my mind made up\nCome on, let's get dough, we gotta get it right\nGhetto and blues intertwined together\nG&B will make you feel alright\nSo we started from the ground up\nHeaded right to the top, oh oh\nWe makin' moves with cheddar\n'Cause the streets are too hot\nG&B, M.O.P. yeah\nOh oh, yeah yeah\nI got my mind made up\nCome on, let's get dough, we gotta get it right\nEveryday\nFeelin' the beat, goin' my way\nIf I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way?\nAnd why does crime stay on my mind?\nHere we go, back again\nHere we go, here we go again\nOoh wee, wee\nYo, uh, it's G&B, Sincere Money Home\nGhetto and Blues, M.O.P., Brooklyn","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.O.P - Warriorz - 03 - Everyday (feat. Product G&B)\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  G&B, M.O.P\n  Yeah, Primo bring it back\n  Uh-huh, yo\n  When you're living your life\n  (When you're living your life)\n  You gotta survive\n  (You gotta survive)\n  There's no escape (oh no)\n  This money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n  (Break it down)\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Hey yo back by popular demand it's your man Danze\n  And Fizzy Womack from the trenches of the dungeons\n  Who want some? Remember I'm sick with it\n  Brownsville, BK nigga don't forget it\n  I'm still beat boppin' when you see me poppin' through\n  And the money mission seem to be impossible\n  I put it down all way across the board\n  The original O.G. (B.E.) not a fraud\n  Clap don't applaud, it's the legendary M.O.P. (yes, yes y'all)\n  I'm from where a lot of soldiers are found\n  And a hearse seem to be the illest whip in the town\n  When the gangstas decide to put it down\n  I'll be around with my hat broke down, grippin' a pound\n  Now, please send them cats\n  I'll get up in 'em with venom, bend 'em and send 'em the fuck back\n  When you're living your life\n  (When you're living your life)\n  You gotta survive\n  (You gotta survive)\n  There's no escape (oh no)\n  This money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n  (Break it down)\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Here we go again (yeah)\n  Fall back 'fore I be forced to pop one up in your wool hat\n  Live from the headquarters, you already know\n  So make yourself be heard (oh)\n  It's the F-I-Z-Z-Y dub-O-Mack\n  Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that\n  So tell me who in this (who in this), you in this (you in this)\n  M.O.P. we ruin this, doin' this\n  Back one more 'gain (that's right)\n  And the streets is back y'all come on in\n  We bring the heat on purpose\n  We'll shit in the middle of your show like a horse at the circus\n  Damn what you worth bitch?\n  You'll get your head cord wrapped real tight, tell me is it worth it?\n  I'm prepared for the traps that this game brought to me\n  It's the First Family, G&B talk to me, c'mon\n  When you're living your life\n  (When you're living your life)\n  You gotta survive\n  (You gotta survive)\n  There's no escape (oh no)\n  This money gots to be made (yeah, yeah)\n  (Break it down)\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  Everyday we keep it gangsta\n  Living thug life, so what y'all motherfuckers wanna do?\n  I got my mind made up\n  Come on, let's get dough, we gotta get it right\n  Ghetto and blues intertwined together\n  G&B will make you feel alright\n  So we started from the ground up\n  Headed right to the top, oh oh\n  We makin' moves with cheddar\n  'Cause the streets are too hot\n  G&B, M.O.P. yeah\n  Oh oh, yeah yeah\n  I got my mind made up\n  Come on, let's get dough, we gotta get it right\n  Everyday\n  Feelin' the beat, goin' my way\n  If I ain't a thug, why do I feel this way?\n  And why does crime stay on my mind?\n  Here we go, back again\n  Here we go, here we go again\n  Ooh wee, wee\n  Yo, uh, it's G&B, Sincere Money Home\n  Ghetto and Blues, M.O.P., Brooklyn\n"},{"id":31832381,"name":"M.O.P - Warriorz - 04 - Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)","trackName":"M.O.P - Warriorz - 04 - Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\nFunkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\nM.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\nShout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\nWhere the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\nFake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\nFunk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\nOne!\n\nTake minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\nTake chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\nBracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n(Ante up!) Everything off!\nFool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\nFool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\nThe rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\nRespect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\nBrownsville, home of the brave\nPut in work in the street like a slave\nKeep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n(That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\nYou think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\nNigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\nFrom the street, cousin, you know the drill\nI'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nThem thugs you know ain't friendly\nThem jewels you rock, make 'em envy\nYou thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\nGoons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\nAnte up! (Yap that fool!)\nYou want big money, kidnap that fool\nIf you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\nCatch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\nThe '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\nGet the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\nIt's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n(Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\nHand over the ring, kick over the chain\nGimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\nStop playin' these childish games with me\nRepresentin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGet up off them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\nAnd then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\nI'm a street regulator, true player hater\nGet back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\nThings that we need; money, clothes, weed\nIndeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\nCode of the streets, owners who creep\nSlow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\nPut holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\nIt's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n\nYeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\nHe said he was strong, I had reason to\nBelieve he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\nFuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\nI'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\nI'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nIt's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\nGo and get them goddamn diamonds!\n(Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n(Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\nGet him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\nYap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\nHahahahahahaha, fuck\nNigga!\nWhat's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n(First Family, First Family, First Family)\nMotherfucker!\nYeah!","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.31] You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\n[00:10.65] Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\n[00:14.48] M.O.P. Ante up in the fuckin' background for the real niggas, you nah mean?\n[00:18.81] Shout to Brooklyn, Queens, Long Island, Staten Island, Uptown Harlem\n[00:23.19] Where the BX, all my real niggas with the 20 inches outside, you nah mean?\n[00:27.69] Fake niggas, get the fuck out, and hold on to yo' shit, you nah mean?\n[00:31.36] Funk Flex, one time for your motherfuckin' mind\n[00:34.34] One!\n[00:36.39] Take minks off! (Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\n[00:38.85] Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\n[00:41.31] Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n[00:43.99] (Ante up!) Everything off!\n[00:46.66] Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\n[00:49.23] Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\n[00:51.53] The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\n[00:54.14] Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n[00:57.08] Brownsville, home of the brave\n[00:59.25] Put in work in the street like a slave\n[01:01.69] Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n[01:04.75] (That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\n[01:06.94] You think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\n[01:10.09] Nigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\n[01:12.39] From the street, cousin, you know the drill\n[01:14.55] I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n[01:17.44] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[01:19.82] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[01:22.33] It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n[01:24.96] Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n[01:27.25] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[01:30.06] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[01:32.51] Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n[01:35.16] Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n[01:37.61] Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n[01:40.09] Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n[01:42.76] You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n[01:45.08] Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\n[01:47.78] Ante up! (Yap that fool!)\n[01:50.32] You want big money, kidnap that fool\n[01:52.92] If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\n[01:55.28] Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n[01:57.46] The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\n[02:00.35] Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n[02:02.97] It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n[02:05.52] (Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\n[02:08.17] Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n[02:10.89] Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n[02:13.17] Stop playin' these childish games with me\n[02:15.56] Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n[02:18.44] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:20.85] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:23.41] It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n[02:26.08] Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n[02:28.65] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[02:31.30] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[02:33.43] Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\n[02:36.48] And then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n[02:38.41] I'm a street regulator, true player hater\n[02:41.07] Get back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\n[02:43.96] Things that we need; money, clothes, weed\n[02:46.27] Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\n[02:49.33] Code of the streets, owners who creep\n[02:51.65] Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\n[02:53.93] Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\n[02:56.23] It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n[02:59.15] Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n[03:01.71] 'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\n[03:04.01] He said he was strong, I had reason to\n[03:06.92] Believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\n[03:09.52] Fuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\n[03:12.14] I'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\n[03:14.70] I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n[03:17.49] 'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n[03:19.78] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[03:22.36] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[03:24.71] It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n[03:27.43] Go and get them goddamn diamonds!\n[03:30.04] (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n[03:32.37] (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n[03:35.10] Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n[03:37.48] Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n[03:40.50] Hahahahahahaha, fuck\n[03:44.69] Nigga!\n[03:45.86] What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n[03:52.25] (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n[03:57.59] Motherfucker!\n[04:05.09] Yeah!\n[04:06.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.O.P - Warriorz - 04 - Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory)\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: You nah mean? It's gettin' ready to go down\n  start_ms: 8310\n  end_ms: 10650\n- text: Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style, shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds\n  start_ms: 10650\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: M.O.P. 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(Uh!) Take things off! (Uh!)\n  Take chains off! (Uh!) Take rings off! (Uh!)\n  Bracelets is yapped, Fame came off!\n  (Ante up!) Everything off!\n  Fool, what you want? We stiflin' fools\n  Fool, what you want? Your life or your jewels?\n  The rules (back 'em down), next thing (pat 'em down)\n  Respect mine, we Brooklyn bound (bound!) Now (now!)\n\n  Brownsville, home of the brave\n  Put in work in the street like a slave\n  Keep a rugged dress code, always in distress mode\n  (That shit gon' send you to your grave!) So?\n  You think I don't know that? (Blaow!) Nigga hold that! (Blaow!)\n  Nigga hold that! (Blaow!) Nigga hold that!\n  From the street, cousin, you know the drill\n  I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine thou short of a mill\n\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n  Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n  Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\n  Them thugs you know ain't friendly\n  Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy\n  You thinkin' it's all good, you creep through a small hood\n  Goons comin' up outta the cut for your goods, and they all should\n  Ante up! (Yap that fool!)\n  You want big money, kidnap that fool\n  If you up in the club, I've got your pis-tal money\n  Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money\n\n  The '87 stickup kids (what you niggas sayin'?)\n  Get the fuck up out that 740, shorty, I ain't playin'\n  It's flash that thang time (bang!), bang time\n  (Ante up!) Nigga, it's game time\n  Hand over the ring, kick over the chain\n  Gimme the fuckin' watch before I pop one in your brain\n  Stop playin' these childish games with me\n  Representin' 1-718 dangerously, nigga\n\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n  Get up off them goddamn diamonds!\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  Get him, get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him, hit him\n  And then yap him! Yap him! Zap him!\n\n  I'm a street regulator, true player hater\n  Get back down, make yo' ass a MAC sprayer hater\n  Things that we need; money, clothes, weed\n  Indeed, hot food, booze, essentials, credentials\n  Code of the streets, owners who creep\n  Slow when you sleep, holdin' the heat\n  Put holes in your Jeep, respect the streets\n  It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E\n\n  Yeah, nigga Danze, gave you a chance\n  'Cause I blasted yo' man, I'm in the wrong?\n  He said he was strong, I had reason to\n  Believe he had some shit up his sleeve all along (so?)\n  Fuck you, Your Honor! Check my persona\n  I'm strung out off of Old Gold and marijuana\n  I'ma do what I wanna, quiet as kept (raise hell!)\n  'Til I'm expired and stretched, yes Lord\n\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  It's the perfect timing, you see the man shinin'\n  Go and get them goddamn diamonds!\n  (Ante up!) Yap that fool!\n  (Ante up!) Kidnap that fool!\n  Get him, get him, get him! Hit him, hit him, hit him\n  Yap him! Zap him! Yap him! Yap him!\n\n  Hahahahahahaha, fuck\n  Nigga!\n  What's up? What's up? What's up? Fuck\n  (First Family, First Family, First Family)\n  Motherfucker!\n  Yeah!\n"},{"id":31271887,"name":"M.o.p - Power","trackName":"M.o.p - Power","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Power (power) power\n(M dot O dot P devour) our\n(Loyalty is royalty boss\nWe roll through wit tremendous force and bring)\n(Power) power (power)\nM dot O dot P devour (our)\nFamily stick to the plan (we) we\n(Will) will (stand) stand, stand\n\nYou motherfuckers gotta deal wit the consequences (for sure)\nI'm takin no prisoners under no conditions (for sure)\nI'm on a one way mission to hell, I'm missin details\nThinkin of ways to rebel, as I sat in my cell\n(I know they wanna see you fail)\nFuck 'em, tell 'em see me, I come thru wit two\nHands full of fire, don't see me you can find me on the back blocks (in BK)\n\nI be posted up at the crack spots (all day)\nWhere the sun don't shine, we immune to the rain\nIn the blood, 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UH!\nFiring Squad nigga!\nYeah!\nYou see it...\nFirst Family...\nFirst Family, c'mon...\n\n[Billy Danze]\nEvery night I sit and bask in the memories of Frank and\nSayin to myself what the hell was he thinkin\nUsage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin\nHad my old man sinkin\nNow you never seen the Danze cry\nBut the day that man died\nMy life came crumblin down like a landslide\nDamn pride, now I'm in the zone\nWonderin how long before me and my moms would be alone\nI remember what he said\nLayin on his deathbed, rubbin his shiny bald head\nRespect your sister, don't follow your brothers\nTake care of your mother... I love ya [croaking]\nHe told me he believed in me\nAnd he has given me\nThe strength to be as strong as I need to be\nThat's when I realized he was leavin me\nIt wasn't just my heart or my eyes deceivin me\nAt the age of fourteen\nIt was more than just a goal or dream\nTo take care of my queen\nIt's my turn to stand firm as I could stand\n[Just like your daddy...]\nMy father was a good man\n\nHOOK 2X w/ Lil Fame\nFor the Foundation\nWe have suffered *Blood, Sweat and Tears*\nAnd cleared all complications\nPut it down, in any situation\nNow, you are the last generation\n\n[Lil Fame]\nI was introduced to shootouts, winos\nDope fiends, 5-0\nGamblers, scramblers, pan handlers\nMurderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545\nThe building, raised as a young nigga\nWith thug niggas\nHeld down drugs for love niggas\nDrug dealers bang out, gun shots rang out\nBesides that EZ house, was the hang out\nNiggas stole cars, and made the spot hot\nCuz we parked 'em on the block\nLike we copped 'em off the lot\nCan't forget the older soldiers, Sputnion\nMan mad poppin B, say Marce' Saratoga!\nMotherfuckers knew the block that was poppin them guns\nThey was like the first niggas in the hood wit M-1's\nSome niggas got beat up, them niggas tore the street up\nThey do dirt, come back, [Slap, put the heat up]\nRetaliation, niggas shootin for dead\nThey fucked around and mommy got hit in the leg\nSame night, niggas out to get somethin\nMalik ran up inside they spot, and hit somethin\nI learned the game, stay concerned\nSo no matter how the world turn I'ma stand firm\nRepresentin where I was born and where I was raised\nBrownsville! 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(ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.06] Yeah (what, shit)\n[00:03.37] You know who the fuck this is\n[00:06.21] It's the hardest, spittin' (spittin')\n[00:10.58] M.O.P\n[00:11.65] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[00:14.11] I'm callin' ya, huh (lover), what you say, nigga?\n[00:16.94] All of ya, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot to be your)\n[00:19.51] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[00:22.57] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[00:25.09] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga? (Have I told you?)\n[00:27.69] All of ya, yeah, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? I forgot)\n[00:30.59] I'm warnin' ya, huh, today's the day, nigga (to be your lover)\n[00:32.62] Well, it's the back block, better kick (have I told you?)\n[00:34.83] Nigga, better get in the clear\n[00:36.49] Ain't nobody stoppin' this here\n[00:38.46] Dude, your clique is mad thick, fuck 'em, I don't care\n[00:41.14] Keep thinkin' I'm a bitch and I'm fuckin' you right here\n[00:44.00] In the middle of the street, consider it a beef\n[00:46.69] And when I'm blazin' my heat, you know ain't nothin' sweet\n[00:49.42] I've been trained by them old timers, I know you know\n[00:52.28] I'm still throwin' down for the Ville, for real (for sho')\n[00:54.75] Burn down your empire, fizzy, here's the scoop (uh)\n[00:57.72] When I jump up out the roof of the coupe (fire)\n[01:00.31] I, uh, got a gift for you, you like presents?\n[01:03.02] Let's keep in mind every gift isn't a blessing\n[01:06.00] I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up\n[01:08.47] I'll put you in a box, how you tellin'? Laid up\n[01:11.25] Your homies hollerin', \"Wait up,\" as the bright light blind ya\n[01:14.14] Three or four of them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n[01:16.91] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[01:19.45] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:22.40] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:25.08] I'm warnin' ya, yeah, today's the day, nigga\n[01:27.96] Warrior, yes, come out and play, nigga\n[01:30.58] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[01:33.24] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[01:35.98] I'm warnin' ya, today's the day, nigga\n[01:38.82] I'll have your ass layin' there for months\n[01:40.75] On a beat machine with a shitbag and an I.V. (Ha, ha, ha, ha)\n[01:43.36] Try me, motherfucker, keep talkin' shit like a parrot\n[01:46.81] I'll put metal in your carriage, have you sittin' up embarrassed\n[01:49.45] 24 years of pain, bitch, fame is a loner\n[01:52.45] I finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n[01:54.93] Game over, nigga, that's a fact, bitch\n[01:57.38] Tell the engineer to crank the level on the track, bitch, I'm back, bitch\n[02:00.84] See, I'm a veteran, get your medal when (what?)\n[02:03.49] Meet me on the corner of your block so we can settle this\n[02:06.22] I hope your family got love for you, soldier\n[02:08.74] 'Cause one of them gon' be an organ donor (for real)\n[02:11.28] Look here, I'll let these hollow-point slugs dive at 'em\n[02:13.95] Live at 'em, cock back and spit five at 'em (recognize)\n[02:17.73] Whole team puttin' in work\n[02:18.93] I'll knock the soul out your motherfuckin' ass\n[02:21.28] And put your body in the earth\n[02:22.86] Set 'em straight\n[02:23.76] Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n[02:26.77] Premonition got my niggas on a mission\n[02:29.22] Walk through 'em, y'all (aya!), talk to 'em, y'all (fire)\n[02:32.72] Look, it's the one-man arsenal (they don't want no parts of you)\n[02:36.31] Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n[02:38.64] I mastered the art of war\n[02:40.46] Step to niggas haulin' semi-automatics, squeezin' a four-four\n[02:44.02] I'm from Brownsville, duke, I ain't gotta remind you niggas\n[02:46.92] Where I'm from, when you come, we splatter your kind of niggas\n[02:49.63] And Lord knows, I raise hell to the best of my ability\n[02:53.11] It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n[02:55.07] You feelin' me? Motherfucker, pay homage\n[02:57.82] I put down the gruesomest work, criminal carnage (uh)\n[03:00.43] I'll have your ass hibernatin'\n[03:02.43] Just for fuckin' with Mr. Fo'-Five, when he relaxin', vacatin'\n[03:05.98] I'ma hunt for you with my gun for you, get back\n[03:08.85] Fuck an orange vest, just my weapon and a six-pack (Brownsville)\n[03:12.19] That's how we do down here (rounds kill)\n[03:14.94] Don't come fuck around here, broke legs\n[03:17.09] Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n[03:19.77] I'm callin' ya, huh, what you say, nigga?\n[03:22.48] All of ya, yes, lead the way, nigga\n[03:25.18] I'm warnin' ya, fuck it, today's the day, nigga\n[03:27.80] Warrior, uh, come out and play, nigga\n[03:30.43] I'm callin' ya, yes, what you say, nigga?\n[03:33.37] All of ya, fuck it, lead the way, nigga\n[03:35.96] I'm warnin' ya, ah, today's the day, nigga\n[03:43.46] Yeah\n[03:46.21] Oh (have I told you?)\n[03:47.24] That's it and that's all (oh)\n[03:49.32] Salute (have I told you that)\n[03:52.47] You motherfuckers better (oh)\n[03:56.71] You motherfuckers better get back (have I told you? I forgot)\n[04:00.55] You motherfuckers is comin' (what the fuck? What (have I told you?)\n[04:04.78] (The fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?) You motherfuckers is comin'\n[04:08.23] Motherfucker (have I told you? I forgot to be your love)\n[04:14.19] Have I told you?\n[04:16.65] Have I told you babe, babe?\n[04:20.66] Lover\n[04:27.41] Be your lover\n[04:30.89] Have I told you?\n[04:32.87] Have I told you?\n[04:35.59] Have I told you? I forgot to be your lover\n[04:41.11] Have I told you?\n[04:42.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Warriorz\n  artist: M.o.p.\n  album: Warriorz (Retail)\n  duration_ms: 283000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah (what, shit)\n  start_ms: 1060\n  end_ms: 3370\n- text: You know who the fuck this is\n  start_ms: 3370\n  end_ms: 6210\n- text: It's the hardest, spittin' (spittin')\n  start_ms: 6210\n  end_ms: 10580\n- text: M.O.P\n  start_ms: 10580\n  end_ms: 11650\n- text: Warrior, come out and play, nigga\n  start_ms: 11650\n  end_ms: 14110\n- text: I'm callin' ya, huh (lover), what you say, nigga?\n  start_ms: 14110\n  end_ms: 16940\n- text: All of ya, lead the way, nigga (have I told you? 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(ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":27368016,"name":"WARRIORZ (Explicit)","trackName":"WARRIORZ (Explicit)","artistName":"M.O.P.","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":283.193438,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[lil fame]\nYeah! (ooh shit!)\nYou know who the fuck this is?\nIt's the hardest, spittin'...\nM.o.p.\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[billy danze]\nWell if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\nAin't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\nFuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\nAnd fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\nCan see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\nYou know it ain't nothin' sweet\nI'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\nI still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\nBurned down your empire, physicnantal school\nWhen I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\nGot a gift for you, you like presents?\nLet's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\nI hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\nI put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\nYou heard me tell 'em blade up!\nAs the bright light blind ya\nFree of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n[lil fame]\nI heard ya ass ringin' up for months\nOn a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\nTry me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\nPut metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\nTwentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\nI've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\nGame over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\nTell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\nI back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\nMeet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\nI hope your family got love for you soldier\nCuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\nLook here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\nCocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\nWhole teeth puttin' it work\nI'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\nAnd put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n[billy danze]\nLet's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\nCrimination got my niggaz on a mission\nErh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\nNiggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\nAin't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\nI master the art of war, step to niggaz up\nThat sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\nI'm from brownsville, dude\nI ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\nWhen you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\nAnd lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\nIt ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n[lil fame]\nYou feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\nI put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\nI have your ass hypernatin'\nJust for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\nI'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\nFuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\nVille! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\nYou come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n[chorus: billy danze]\nWarrior! come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\nWarrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\nI'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\nAll of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\nI'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\nHahaha\nHave I told you I forgot\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.\nThat's it, now's all\nUhh!\nSalute\nYou motherfuckin' venom!\nUhh!\nYou motherfuckin' venom, get back!\nYou motherfuckin'.\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nWhere the bag? where the bag?\nYou motherfuckers is garbage!\nWhen the fuck? where the fuck?\nWhat the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\nHahahahaha (what the fucker!)\nYeah!\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you\nHave I told you, yeah yeah\nLover! sorry!\nBe your lover\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you.\nHave I told you I forgot\nTo be your lover\nHave I told you.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: WARRIORZ (Explicit)\n  artist: M.O.P.\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 283193\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [lil fame]\n  Yeah! (ooh shit!)\n  You know who the fuck this is?\n  It's the hardest, spittin'...\n  M.o.p.\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! yeah, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! huh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Well if ya backdrop pedal kick, niggaz betta get in the clear\n  Ain't nobody stoppin' this here dude, you click is mad thick\n  Fuckin' my dog here! keep thinkin' i'ma bitchin'\n  And fuckin' 'em right here! in the middle of the street\n  Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat\n  You know it ain't nothin' sweet\n  I'm betrayed by them old timerz, I know you know\n  I still throw it down for the fear, for real (for sho!)\n  Burned down your empire, physicnantal school\n  When I jump about the roof with a cuh (fi-re!) a-yah\n  Got a gift for you, you like presents?\n  Let's keep in mind every gift is in the blessin'\n  I hope your motherfuckin' insurance is paid up!\n  I put you in the box, are you chillin'? blade up!\n  You heard me tell 'em blade up!\n  As the bright light blind ya\n  Free of flowin' them bitches is comin' right behind ya\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! yeah, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! yes, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you sat nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  [lil fame]\n  I heard ya ass ringin' up for months\n  On a beatmachine with a shipbag and a rv\n  Try me motherfucker, keep talkin shit like I'm parrot up\n  Put metal when your capitat, you're sittin' of a ba-? -\n  Twentyfour years of pain, bitch fame is a loner\n  I've finished up school in the streets, fuck a diploma\n  Game over! nigga, that's a fact bitch\n  Tell it ain't inadequate, the level wanna track bitch\n  I back bitch (ahh), see I'm a veteran get your medal in\n  Meet me on the corner or you black so will you settle this?\n  I hope your family got love for you soldier\n  Cuz one of them gon' be your organ donor (for real!)\n  Look here, I reckon hollow point slow, dive at 'em, live at 'em\n  Cocked back and spit five at 'em (rock it now!)\n  Whole teeth puttin' it work\n  I'll knock the sole out your motherfuckin' ass\n  And put your body in the earth (set 'em straight!)\n\n  [billy danze]\n  Let's see how many of you motherfuckers hold weight\n  Crimination got my niggaz on a mission\n  Erh walk through on ya (fire!), talk to on ya (fire!)\n  Niggaz it's the one man arsenal (they don't wanna watchin' you!)\n  Ain't no tellin' what a nigga with heart'll do\n  I master the art of war, step to niggaz up\n  That sent me automatics, squeezin' the fo' fo'\n  I'm from brownsville, dude\n  I ain't gotta remind you niggaz where I'm from\n  When you cowards ridin' your kinda niggaz\n  And lord knows I raise hell to the best of my ability\n  It ain't no motherfuckin' killin' me\n\n  [lil fame]\n  You feelin' me? motherfucker pay homage\n  I put down down the rules of ms. watt criminal carnage\n  I have your ass hypernatin'\n  Just for fuckin' with mr. fo' five when he relax and vacatin'\n  I'ma hunt for you, put my gun for you, get back\n  Fuck a orange vest, just my weapon on a six-pack (pack!)\n  Ville! that's how we do down here (browns kill!)\n  You come fuck around here, brooklyn!\n\n  [chorus: billy danze]\n  Warrior! come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! huh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! shesh, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! fuck it, todays the day nigga!\n  Warrior! uh, come out and play nigga!\n  I'm callin' ya! shesh, what you say nigga?\n  All of ya! fuck it, lead the way nigga!\n  I'm warning ya! ahh, todays the day nigga!\n\n  Hahaha\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  That's it, now's all\n  Uhh!\n  Salute\n  You motherfuckin' venom!\n  Uhh!\n  You motherfuckin' venom, get back!\n  You motherfuckin'.\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  Where the bag? where the bag?\n  You motherfuckers is garbage!\n  When the fuck? where the fuck?\n  What the fuck? uhh (you motherfuckers is comic!)\n  Hahahahaha (what the fucker!)\n  Yeah!\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you\n  Have I told you, yeah yeah\n  Lover! sorry!\n  Be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you.\n  Have I told you I forgot\n  To be your lover\n  Have I told you.\n"},{"id":30644695,"name":"M.o.p - Follow Instructions","trackName":"M.o.p - Follow Instructions","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"All games aside, all lames aside\nI'm a rebel, with all gangs combined\nAll things in line\nI ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March\nOne of the illest spitters with a verbal bark\nYo where your burners at?\nFizzy Mo will raise the heat like a thermostat\nDon't get your man vexed, you'll get stretched\nPronto\nBill and Faye make magic like the man in Eddie Sancho\n(Show 'em your big kid)\nI don't know, getting ready for war\nParlaying with Ebony and Cloyde\nFools wanna surround me with jealousy and war\nI'm not worryin' me, what you want to bury me for?\nI'm tired of fools askin' me if M.O.P. stands for\nMonkeys on Parole\nAnd how many copies did the first album M.O.P. to the death sold\nAnd if, how about some hardcore with gold\nWhat up with these R&B cats nowadays\nRockin' do-rags with braids\n(They fuck that now!)\nSingers wanna be gangstas, gangstas wanna be rappers\nWell Fizz is gonna be Famesta, Famesta's gonna be Slappa\nI been doing this, par\nI done stuck tissue in the top of a tank\nJust to record Marley Marl\n(It's the firing squad!)\nYo (yo!) yo (yo!)\nFirst Family!\nFor the 2-0-O!\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nAiyo, they stuck me in the line of fire\nWhere everything is wild\nI made 20 dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial\nMan I'm a suspect that play by his own rules\nAnd most dudes can't fit in my shoes\nThe world needs to know there's only one William Danzini\nYou synthetic ass niggas can't see me\nYou Plexiglas ass niggas can't be me\nYou generic ass niggas won't believe me\n(We been trained by the old code)\nTalk while you unload\n(Jam that suck son!)\nI try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night\nCause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights\nI'm still suffering from alcohol abuse\nIn any beef I ever had I never called a truce\n(Damn nigga, you loose!)\nI'm just me, I'm sick of tellin' you dudes\n(So what it's gon' be?)\nWho put them hammers to use\n(M.O.P.!)\nIs what the ghetto produce\n(First Family!)\nI'm a predicate, you niggas is delicate\nAll that bullshit you talkin' is irrelevant\nI am devil-sick\nAll the way live, motherfucker on some rebel shit\nI make it tragic\nWhen I rapidly\nFIRE!\nBlast it!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nCrews, listen!\nWho is it?\nMove! Bounce!\nFirst Family!\nMove! Bounce!\nNow here's what I want y'all to do for me\nFollow instructions\nFor me\nFollow instructions\nFor me\nFollow instructions\nNigga!\nNigga!\nAiyo Preme, hold up, hold up Preme\nPull the motherfuckin' car over\nYo, pull the car over par\nMan fuck this traffic\nLet me jump out this motherfucker, talk to this bouncer over here\nAiyo par, hold up hold up hold up\nAiyo par, hold up\nM.O.P. is who I be\nI got some people back here, you know what I mean\nI need to dip in here\nAnd we can work it out, you know what I mean?\nYou see that guy over there with that green shirt on?\nNah, not him, the guy with the M.O.P. shirt on\nThat's the last man\n(How many guys there?)\nAbout 35, 40 people back there\nWe can work it out, we'll make it happen\nYeah!\nBut yo, them rowdy dudes over there\nI need to go holla at them real quick\nAnd we can make it happen, you know\n(We'll pull this motherfucker apart yo)\nYo hold on though, hold on though\nYo, yo let me talk to you for a second man, you know what I mean\nLet's go into the side over here, you know what I mean\nOur business ain't anybody business, you dig\nAnd we can make it happen par\nIt's not about doing your thing\nIt's about doing my motherfuckin' thing\nAight?\nFirst Family for life man\nM.O.P. is who we be par\nWe goin' up in the club, we gon' do our thing man\nWe gon' enjoy ourselves, aight parna?\nPlease, keep the gun in your waist man\nTell your man, don't start that shit, aight?\nFo' sho'\nLet's go up in here man","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Follow Instructions\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  All games aside, all lames aside\n  I'm a rebel, with all gangs combined\n  All things in line\n  I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from Murder March\n  One of the illest spitters with a verbal bark\n  Yo where your burners at?\n  Fizzy Mo will raise the heat like a thermostat\n  Don't get your man vexed, you'll get stretched\n  Pronto\n  Bill and Faye make magic like the man in Eddie Sancho\n  (Show 'em your big kid)\n  I don't know, getting ready for war\n  Parlaying with Ebony and Cloyde\n  Fools wanna surround me with jealousy and war\n  I'm not worryin' me, what you want to bury me for?\n  I'm tired of fools askin' me if M.O.P. stands for\n  Monkeys on Parole\n  And how many copies did the first album M.O.P. to the death sold\n  And if, how about some hardcore with gold\n  What up with these R&B cats nowadays\n  Rockin' do-rags with braids\n  (They fuck that now!)\n  Singers wanna be gangstas, gangstas wanna be rappers\n  Well Fizz is gonna be Famesta, Famesta's gonna be Slappa\n  I been doing this, par\n  I done stuck tissue in the top of a tank\n  Just to record Marley Marl\n  (It's the firing squad!)\n  Yo (yo!) yo (yo!)\n  First Family!\n  For the 2-0-O!\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Aiyo, they stuck me in the line of fire\n  Where everything is wild\n  I made 20 dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial\n  Man I'm a suspect that play by his own rules\n  And most dudes can't fit in my shoes\n  The world needs to know there's only one William Danzini\n  You synthetic ass niggas can't see me\n  You Plexiglas ass niggas can't be me\n  You generic ass niggas won't believe me\n  (We been trained by the old code)\n  Talk while you unload\n  (Jam that suck son!)\n  I try to keep it tight, but I can't sleep at night\n  Cause I hear voices, and I get the blinky lights\n  I'm still suffering from alcohol abuse\n  In any beef I ever had I never called a truce\n  (Damn nigga, you loose!)\n  I'm just me, I'm sick of tellin' you dudes\n  (So what it's gon' be?)\n  Who put them hammers to use\n  (M.O.P.!)\n  Is what the ghetto produce\n  (First Family!)\n  I'm a predicate, you niggas is delicate\n  All that bullshit you talkin' is irrelevant\n  I am devil-sick\n  All the way live, motherfucker on some rebel shit\n  I make it tragic\n  When I rapidly\n  FIRE!\n  Blast it!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  Crews, listen!\n  Who is it?\n  Move! Bounce!\n  First Family!\n  Move! Bounce!\n  Now here's what I want y'all to do for me\n  Follow instructions\n  For me\n  Follow instructions\n  For me\n  Follow instructions\n  Nigga!\n  Nigga!\n  Aiyo Preme, hold up, hold up Preme\n  Pull the motherfuckin' car over\n  Yo, pull the car over par\n  Man fuck this traffic\n  Let me jump out this motherfucker, talk to this bouncer over here\n  Aiyo par, hold up hold up hold up\n  Aiyo par, hold up\n  M.O.P. is who I be\n  I got some people back here, you know what I mean\n  I need to dip in here\n  And we can work it out, you know what I mean?\n  You see that guy over there with that green shirt on?\n  Nah, not him, the guy with the M.O.P. shirt on\n  That's the last man\n  (How many guys there?)\n  About 35, 40 people back there\n  We can work it out, we'll make it happen\n  Yeah!\n  But yo, them rowdy dudes over there\n  I need to go holla at them real quick\n  And we can make it happen, you know\n  (We'll pull this motherfucker apart yo)\n  Yo hold on though, hold on though\n  Yo, yo let me talk to you for a second man, you know what I mean\n  Let's go into the side over here, you know what I mean\n  Our business ain't anybody business, you dig\n  And we can make it happen par\n  It's not about doing your thing\n  It's about doing my motherfuckin' thing\n  Aight?\n  First Family for life man\n  M.O.P. is who we be par\n  We goin' up in the club, we gon' do our thing man\n  We gon' enjoy ourselves, aight parna?\n  Please, keep the gun in your waist man\n  Tell your man, don't start that shit, aight?\n  Fo' sho'\n  Let's go up in here man\n"},{"id":25317420,"name":"M.o.p - Roll Call","trackName":"M.o.p - Roll Call","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":243.678188,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In the year 2000...\n{m-o-p} still bangin\n{firing squad!}\n{the last generation...}\nHey, hey, hey, hey\nAll right let me brake it down one for time for you\nYou motherfuckers\nYo primo hold me down son, cuz we ain't playin no motherfuckin games\n\nFuck the east coast, this is n.y., n.y.\nN-i-n-e, make niggas m-i-a\nAnd I spray a, it's fizzy womack truck\nBitch don't get in my way\nFuck the jail faces, I leave your body for the homicide to trace\nFight along with the shell aces\nHoller if you hear me\nI turn your head into a skeleton skull\nAnd leave it hollow if you hear me\nI keep it funky, understand me son\nI rock my timb's untied, I don't plan to run\n\nNiggas see lil' fame creep thru the back street\nWith my aluminum ass whoopa in the back-seat\nWhat the fuck is this? your van damme flick, that's cute\nBut I'm hear to fuck up your day do\nYes (yes) yes (yes) yo\nI step to my backwood to brown face and start clippin\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n\nYo, what if I leave you, will you stand?\nB-i-double l-y-d-a-n-z-e (danze)\nBack with a vengeance, listen mr. simmer\nBefore I throw copper tops through the back of your skimmer\nY'all niggas remember, 1-9-9-3 (m-o-p) what it's goin be\nJust make it loud and clear\nCome here nigga, I can't hear nigga\nI'm deaf in one ear nigga (yeah nigga)\n\nYou cowards are pathetic, if you wonderin if I'm sympathetic\nDon't bet it, you should give me a little credit\nI grew up where it's equivalent to none (none)\nWit blood in my palm (palm), I walk wit my arms (arms)\nHellerin marksmen (uh-huh), in the dark and the punks sparkin & barkin\nAt ease soldier, it's the untouchable type, that you like\nWe burn pipes, it's over\n\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nFizzy womack (clack-clack) reportin for roll call\nInternational, bell ringer, ruckus bringer\nDowntown swinga, ss thousand, my index finger\nWe here with the whole squad, first family empire\nBert dog (bucka-blaow) reportin for roll call\n\nI rip ya body on a nagamichi system\nNigga feel me, I want my goons\nStraight bumpin the tunes of makaveli\nHeaded to queens kid, bumpin some mean shit\nBumps thumps on the side of me, smokin some green shit\n(first fam) feel the premonition son\nWe heavy metal, what's your love? 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I don't think so motherfucker\nYeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!\nRadio. niggaz never play us!!\n\n(FiYAHHHH!!!)\n\nYeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.\nDirect from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)\nSurvivors of the struggle Duke\nDon't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise\nYou fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys\n(Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained\nto duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs\nHe's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain\nHe's restricted from the games, he's for real\n{clapping \"We love you Billy!\"} You've been missin the man\nGet ready for the unlimited edition of Danze\n(Raise him) the most highest\nHe's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family\n(What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn\ntil his motherfuckin life expire\nListen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob\nand steal and deal and, kill for thrills and\nhow could you refuse the Danze?\n(It's hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man\nWith or without a plan, to outshine those that shine\nJust gimme mine, you understand?\n\nYo, it's the legendary M.O.P.\nWe put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\nCalm down! (Get back!)\nCalm, down! (Get, back!)\nAnd we have the constitutional rights\nto bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm\nSo; calm down! (Get back!)\nCalm, down! (Get, back!)\n\nFizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)\nYou dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm\nI got cats like you wild, you mad\nI put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag\nLook - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades\nWalkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid\nBA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low\nYou ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe\n(EASE BACK!) Fall, back\nSee this nine M-double? All, black\nEverybody's a killer; y'all, wack\nHere's a clip full you can have all, that\nIn fact hold this instead, cause I wrap\naluminum bats around niggaz heads\nYOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard?\nI yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd\nY'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot\nI kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots\nWitness the game unfurl, don't be another\n(REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world\n\nIt's the legendary M.O.P.\nWe put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\nCalm down! (Get back!)\nCalm, down! (Get, back!)\nCause we have the constitutional rights\nto bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm\nSo; calm down! (Get back!)\nCalm, down! (Get, back!)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.29] 7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?\n[00:04.79] New York you ready for this shit? I don't think so motherfucker\n[00:07.37] Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!\n[00:15.95] Radio. niggaz never play us!!\n[00:17.51] (FiYAHHHH!!!)\n[00:18.64] Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.\n[00:20.54] Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)\n[00:21.36] Survivors of the struggle Duke\n[00:23.70] Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise\n[00:26.69] You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys\n[00:28.70] (Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained\n[00:29.69] To duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs\n[00:34.36] He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain\n[00:37.44] He's restricted from the games, he's for real\n[00:39.99] {Clapping \"We love you Billy!\"} You've been missin the man\n[00:43.59] Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze\n[00:44.54] (Raise him) the most highest\n[00:48.51] He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family\n[00:50.56] (What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn\n[00:52.90] Til his motherfuckin life expire\n[00:54.37] Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob\n[00:56.20] And steal and deal and, kill for thrills and\n[01:00.14] How could you refuse the Danze?\n[01:03.70] (It's hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man\n[01:06.42] With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine\n[01:10.19] Just gimme mine, you understand?\n[01:11.62] Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P.\n[01:14.92] We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\n[01:17.50] Calm down! (Get back!)\n[01:19.33] Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n[01:21.86] And we have the constitutional rights\n[01:25.50] To bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm\n[01:26.62] So; calm down! (Get back!)\n[01:28.13] Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n[01:30.56] Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)\n[01:34.23] You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm\n[01:37.56] I got cats like you wild, you mad\n[01:40.20] I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag\n[01:41.79] Look - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades\n[01:43.26] Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid\n[01:44.39] BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low\n[01:46.19] You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe\n[01:52.25] (EASE BACK!) Fall, back\n[01:55.14] See this nine M-double? All, black\n[01:57.75] Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack\n[02:00.75] Here's a clip full you can have all, that\n[02:02.84] In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap\n[02:05.49] Aluminum bats around niggaz heads\n[02:07.34] YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard?\n[02:08.91] I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd\n[02:13.68] Y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot\n[02:16.33] I kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots\n[02:19.42] Witness the game unfurl, don't be another\n[02:21.74] (REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world\n[02:24.57] It's the legendary M.O.P.\n[02:26.67] We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\n[02:29.10] Calm down! (Get back!)\n[02:29.89] Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n[02:32.03] Cause we have the constitutional rights\n[02:36.62] To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm\n[02:37.98] So; calm down! (Get back!)\n[02:40.28] Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n[02:44.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Calm Down\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 219123\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?\n  start_ms: 3290\n  end_ms: 4790\n- text: New York you ready for this shit? 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(Get, back!)\n  start_ms: 149890\n  end_ms: 152030\n- text: Cause we have the constitutional rights\n  start_ms: 152030\n  end_ms: 156620\n- text: To bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm\n  start_ms: 156620\n  end_ms: 157980\n- text: So; calm down! (Get back!)\n  start_ms: 157980\n  end_ms: 160280\n- text: Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n  start_ms: 160280\n  end_ms: 164410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 164410\nplain: |-\n  7-1-8 Brownsville what the fuck you want niggaz?\n  New York you ready for this shit? I don't think so motherfucker\n  Yeah!! M., O., P.!! For life!!\n  Radio. niggaz never play us!!\n\n  (FiYAHHHH!!!)\n\n  Yeah, First Family, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.\n  Direct from the concrete jungle troops (First Family!)\n  Survivors of the struggle Duke\n  Don't be handin me them bullshit, soldier stories I make noise\n  You fuckin with the original Backstreet Boys\n  (Billy) that's the nigga name, he been trained\n  to duck coppertops when you poppin them thangs\n  He's a sinner with no shame, he's addicted to the pain\n  He's restricted from the games, he's for real\n  {clapping \"We love you Billy!\"} You've been missin the man\n  Get ready for the unlimited edition of Danze\n  (Raise him) the most highest\n  He's stuck on the street like car tires, First Family\n  (What y'all niggaz wanna try us?) Down in Brooklyn\n  til his motherfuckin life expire\n  Listen this world revolves around, niggaz that rob\n  and steal and deal and, kill for thrills and\n  how could you refuse the Danze?\n  (It's hard to confuse the Danze) He's a very unusual man\n  With or without a plan, to outshine those that shine\n  Just gimme mine, you understand?\n\n  Yo, it's the legendary M.O.P.\n  We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\n  Calm down! (Get back!)\n  Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n  And we have the constitutional rights\n  to bear arms and flare arms, whenever we fear harm\n  So; calm down! (Get back!)\n  Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n\n  Fizzy Wo-magnificent (ROCK, ROCK ON)\n  You dead wrong, to think I got caught in the storm\n  I got cats like you wild, you mad\n  I put it down slick as Nu-Nile, without a doo-rag\n  Look - y'all niggaz is bitch-made, switchblades\n  Walkin 'round like you paid, heart pump Kool-Aid\n  BA-BUMP, your heart thump low, fluid pumps low\n  You ain't a cowboy, sit down, play the hump hoe\n  (EASE BACK!) Fall, back\n  See this nine M-double? All, black\n  Everybody's a killer; y'all, wack\n  Here's a clip full you can have all, that\n  In fact hold this instead, cause I wrap\n  aluminum bats around niggaz heads\n  YOU SEE IT! Brooklyn you heard?\n  I yapped the gold cross off John Paul the 3rd\n  Y'all niggaz act like y'all came here to shoot\n  I kick ALL Y'ALL ass, with the same pair of boots\n  Witness the game unfurl, don't be another\n  (REJECT) fuck around and get (EJECT) from the world\n\n  It's the legendary M.O.P.\n  We put it down everywhere we go, but you don't hear me though\n  Calm down! (Get back!)\n  Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n  Cause we have the constitutional rights\n  to bear arms to flare arms, whenever we fear harm\n  So; calm down! (Get back!)\n  Calm, down! (Get, back!)\n"},{"id":26376385,"name":"M.o.p - Background Niggaz","trackName":"M.o.p - Background Niggaz","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":234.457,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas\nMurda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)\nLeave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em\nMurda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)\n\n(Lil' Fame)\nLive from the underworld\nIt's Fizzy Womack ten bitch\nAnd I ain't yappin, I'm clappin\nYour ain't a murderer, start walkin' 'fore I blast\n'Cause your breath smell like shit, from talkin' our ya ass\nHold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain\nThat stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave)\nI try ta (when I spit) I got 'em (best believe)\nI shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom\nYou started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya\nNow you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea\nHome skillet, you way outta my past\nIt's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass\n7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga\nFuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga\nWatch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style\nBucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!}\n\n(Billy Danze)\nSay it (Brownsville) say it again nigga (Brownsvillllllle)\nTo the motherfuckin end nigga\nI'm a street roller, heat holder\nComplete soldier -- repeat soldier\nWilliam will hop out of a stolen ova\nAnd slump ya ass over\nI'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder\nGot a little bit of a chip on my shoulder\nI will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept\nYou motherfuckers better watch ya step\n(Debt) It's danger when fuckin' wit a nickel-plated soldier\nCreep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)\nI leave your inner body outta place\nHave you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face\nYou niggas want war, keep it like that\nWe will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back\n\n(Lil' Fame)\nI never been afraid to ride\nI ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die\nPut five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this\nI'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout)\nCatch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale\n(Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout)\nI told you about fuckin' wit mine, game over\n\n(Billy Danze)\nFlatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time\nDon't ever try to come at mine\nYou never know what scheme I'm on\nUntil the beam come on\nYou know what team I'm on\nFrom the homicidal side of town\nNow, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up\n(Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill\nYou motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Background Niggaz\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 234457\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's them Background Niggaz, back down niggas\n  Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)\n  Leave them slumped back, feel 'em, young cats peel 'em\n  Murda-ma-murda nigga (kill 'em, nigga, kill 'em)\n\n  (Lil' Fame)\n  Live from the underworld\n  It's Fizzy Womack ten bitch\n  And I ain't yappin, I'm clappin\n  Your ain't a murderer, start walkin' 'fore I blast\n  'Cause your breath smell like shit, from talkin' our ya ass\n  Hold that, (down) it's the invisible Brownsvillain\n  That stand up on fertile ground (make 'em leave)\n  I try ta (when I spit) I got 'em (best believe)\n  I shot 'em, make 'em shit rock bottom\n  You started some shit, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya\n  Now you sellin up shit, creaks floatin in diarrhea\n  Home skillet, you way outta my past\n  It's 7:25 and I'm 5 minutes from wiggin out on ya ass\n  7:30 in the face, crazy ass nigga\n  Fuck money, I want your life, and you gon pay me fast nigga\n  Watch the guns cock, pop, Brooklyn style\n  Bucka (Bucka) Bu-Bucka (Bu-Bucka) Bucka (Bucka) {Blaow!}\n\n  (Billy Danze)\n  Say it (Brownsville) say it again nigga (Brownsvillllllle)\n  To the motherfuckin end nigga\n  I'm a street roller, heat holder\n  Complete soldier -- repeat soldier\n  William will hop out of a stolen ova\n  And slump ya ass over\n  I'm a little bit bolder, a little bit colder\n  Got a little bit of a chip on my shoulder\n  I will rip through you cobra, quiet as kept\n  You motherfuckers better watch ya step\n  (Debt) It's danger when fuckin' wit a nickel-plated soldier\n  Creep up behind you and (bang) bang (bang ya)\n  I leave your inner body outta place\n  Have you right in front of the Tunnel wit holes in your face\n  You niggas want war, keep it like that\n  We will make it uglier then sin when my Empire Strikes Back\n\n  (Lil' Fame)\n  I never been afraid to ride\n  I ain't afraid to live, so you know I ain't afraid to die\n  Put five in ya face, you dog give ya rest of this\n  I'mma make his ass rest in piss (blackout)\n  Catch him in a dark alley, and hit ass wit the grand finale\n  (Blackout) Two more times (blackout, blackout)\n  I told you about fuckin' wit mine, game over\n\n  (Billy Danze)\n  Flatline, tell ya niggas it's gat time\n  Don't ever try to come at mine\n  You never know what scheme I'm on\n  Until the beam come on\n  You know what team I'm on\n  From the homicidal side of town\n  Now, get my niggas round up, will tear the ground up\n  (Clack-clack) pounds up, ya know the drill\n  You motherfuckers better respect the 'Ville (kill, kill...)\n"},{"id":25844516,"name":"M.o.p - Old Timerz","trackName":"M.o.p - Old Timerz","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":230.35575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We come to find out the real deal right about now\nNow this was our first routine we ever made\nThis was our first routine we ever made\nAnd we gonna try to rock it right about now\n\nThis is for the old school niggas from back in the days\nWhen Bubble Gum Soul was legit with waves\nSlick money was a popular phrase\nAnd we learned to let the pistol spark bark and blaze\nThis is for the O.G. niggas from back in the days\nWhen Bubble Gum Soul was legit with waves\nSlick money was a popular phrase\nAnd we learned to let the pistol spark bark and blaze\n\nThis is for them cats from way way back\nWhen every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match\nDamn y'all look good in them sheepskins\nMade noise in the middle of the street all weekend\nAlways had a plan\nIt only took a dime to reach out and touch your man\nCan't be fuckin' up the speakers while you at the jam\nGet up on the speakers in your B-boy stance\n\nI remember the beaver\nI remember the Cadillac\nI remember the seat belt back\nI remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat\nUncle, I remember all that\nWhen the main reason for squeezin' was to let 'em know you got one\nPop shots at the party to see niggas run\nWhen the.38 long was the world's biggest gun\nYou niggas had a lot of fun\n\nI used to see 'em lean (lean) hard as fuck\nHit the scene (scene) hard as fuck\nSpoke rims, white walls cruisin' the block\nIn the '98 Oldsmobile with the rag top\nTryin' to look G's in your BVD\nAnd it went with your Kangol, Pumas and Lees\nUsed to drink Private Stock, Millers and Old Gold\nHad to feed Goose leather when the weather got cold\n\nOh (oh) dirty.38's was the tool that'll bless you\nSaturday night special\nO.G. niggas, god damn I miss 'em\nBumpin' Run D.M.C. through the gooseneck system\nIt don't matter up or down hill nigga\nNobody whoop your ass like a Brownsville nigga\nIf you're locked down, deceased or up and about\nThis is M.O.P. shoutin' you out\n\nWe come out the year a little somethin' different\nAlright? Word\nWhat we don't wanna do is just get up here\nAnd just do shit you done seen and did\nAnd you know just wear shit we wore before and things like that\nYou know we come out the year a little somethin' different\nAlright? Alright? Alright? Alright?\n\nBack in the days, back in the days\nI love it when we dream about the old school\nBack in the days, back in the days\nI really wanna take it back to the way things used to be\nBack in the days, back in the days\nI love it when we dream about the old school\nBack in the days, back in the days","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Old Timerz\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 230356\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  We come to find out the real deal right about now\n  Now this was our first routine we ever made\n  This was our first routine we ever made\n  And we gonna try to rock it right about now\n\n  This is for the old school niggas from back in the days\n  When Bubble Gum Soul was legit with waves\n  Slick money was a popular phrase\n  And we learned to let the pistol spark bark and blaze\n  This is for the O.G. niggas from back in the days\n  When Bubble Gum Soul was legit with waves\n  Slick money was a popular phrase\n  And we learned to let the pistol spark bark and blaze\n\n  This is for them cats from way way back\n  When every pair of sneakers had to have a hat to match\n  Damn y'all look good in them sheepskins\n  Made noise in the middle of the street all weekend\n  Always had a plan\n  It only took a dime to reach out and touch your man\n  Can't be fuckin' up the speakers while you at the jam\n  Get up on the speakers in your B-boy stance\n\n  I remember the beaver\n  I remember the Cadillac\n  I remember the seat belt back\n  I remember the chick wasn't legit unless her ass was fat\n  Uncle, I remember all that\n  When the main reason for squeezin' was to let 'em know you got one\n  Pop shots at the party to see niggas run\n  When the.38 long was the world's biggest gun\n  You niggas had a lot of fun\n\n  I used to see 'em lean (lean) hard as fuck\n  Hit the scene (scene) hard as fuck\n  Spoke rims, white walls cruisin' the block\n  In the '98 Oldsmobile with the rag top\n  Tryin' to look G's in your BVD\n  And it went with your Kangol, Pumas and Lees\n  Used to drink Private Stock, Millers and Old Gold\n  Had to feed Goose leather when the weather got cold\n\n  Oh (oh) dirty.38's was the tool that'll bless you\n  Saturday night special\n  O.G. niggas, god damn I miss 'em\n  Bumpin' Run D.M.C. through the gooseneck system\n  It don't matter up or down hill nigga\n  Nobody whoop your ass like a Brownsville nigga\n  If you're locked down, deceased or up and about\n  This is M.O.P. shoutin' you out\n\n  We come out the year a little somethin' different\n  Alright? Word\n  What we don't wanna do is just get up here\n  And just do shit you done seen and did\n  And you know just wear shit we wore before and things like that\n  You know we come out the year a little somethin' different\n  Alright? Alright? Alright? Alright?\n\n  Back in the days, back in the days\n  I love it when we dream about the old school\n  Back in the days, back in the days\n  I really wanna take it back to the way things used to be\n  Back in the days, back in the days\n  I love it when we dream about the old school\n  Back in the days, back in the days\n"},{"id":25672092,"name":"M.o.p - Face Off","trackName":"M.o.p - Face Off","artistName":"M.o.p","albumName":"Warriorz","duration":246.630063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, a lot of people depend on me (strongly)\nI no longer want to pursue situations wrongly\nThey say that a man's life gon' be what it's gon' be\nSo I switched the game around, and now it's on me\n(You control your destiny) You niggas keep testin' me\nLike you want me to show you how messy a mess can be\n(You still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest\nBut first I'm farther than Shania, love me in your highness\nYo, Doug, what you stop for, man? What you stop for?\nTeach 'em, tell 'em how you feel\nAs I struggle to get my hands on a dollar today\nI think back about cats that have passed away\nThat's why I feel more cursed than blessed\nAnd I wonder what in this world more worse than stress\nI'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse\nSometimes I feel as if my heart is comin' out my chest\nI smoke too many cigarettes\nAnd the Remi won't wash away the pain or get strain off my brain\nSee it's the way we roll down here, stroll out here\nA shootout is like a common cold out here\nThat's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all\nWhen it's crunch time on the front line I will blast at y'all\nI'm from Saratoga Avenue, I had to brawl\nThat's where I realized it's a cold world after all\nYou hear me talkin' to y'all, I'm on some grown man shit\n(You'll be comin' of age)\nMy life is on a different page, able to tame my rage\nA little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge\nA little bit different from the first time I stepped on the stage\nTake a look at me now, a born winner\nIn a race against time like Bruce Jenner\nA natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me or change me\n(For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) Kill again\nYou are now tuned in to the works of Mar\nTake two steps back, it's gon' hurt you, pa\nWho the fuck talkin' that they gon' hurt Jamal?\nThis ain't no common stutter rapper, it's the llama stutter slapper\nUnpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper\nFour-five semi-automatic pipe clapper\nWith them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted\nLike bamboo with no trees in it\nFall back, motherfucker, you can't be me\nIt's the Womack, the extension of Danzini\nWe came into the game with some change for train fare\nTwo Phillies, a dime bag and a forty ounce of beer\nNow look at 'em, they hittin' the scene slow\nHoop ridin' in hoopties but I'm lookin' mean, yo\nWith a gangsta lean though, big doggin' it\nWith my chrome ten inch hub caps, but I keep 'em clean though\nI know the pros and cons so I married the game\nNow it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name\nI'm in the streets like a dope fiend with\nA shoppin' cart filled up with copper\nWho the fuck gon' stop Fame?\nY'all niggas keep waitin' 'til they pop Fame\nAnd hold your breath while you wait, bitch, I got game\nNiggas ain't feelin' the Fame, bitch, stop dreamin'\nI'm the shit that felt good comin' out with my pop's semen\nHit the streets and thug with me\nNo matter how disgruntled you sound, nigga, you can't fuck with me\nToo many dick riders that's quick to go blaow\nBut look, bitch, I'ma let you know now\nYou fuckin' with Thugs, what the fuck you think this was?\nI'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin' with me\n'Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (Earth), nigga of the sea (Sea)\nNigga of the sky and fire, flame fire\nWildin' out, dump back at your men\nIt's M.O.P. and we at it again, a-ha\nI ain't clappin' over your head, I'ma\nMake sure I pop somethin' through ya\nGivin' motherfuckers ulcers with lead\nHave your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed\nMay the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: M.o.p - Face Off\n  artist: M.o.p\n  album: Warriorz\n  duration_ms: 246630\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, a lot of people depend on me (strongly)\n  I no longer want to pursue situations wrongly\n  They say that a man's life gon' be what it's gon' be\n  So I switched the game around, and now it's on me\n  (You control your destiny) You niggas keep testin' me\n  Like you want me to show you how messy a mess can be\n  (You still a bang-banger) One of Saratoga's finest\n  But first I'm farther than Shania, love me in your highness\n  Yo, Doug, what you stop for, man? What you stop for?\n  Teach 'em, tell 'em how you feel\n  As I struggle to get my hands on a dollar today\n  I think back about cats that have passed away\n  That's why I feel more cursed than blessed\n  And I wonder what in this world more worse than stress\n  I'm a mess with stress, though I present it with finesse\n  Sometimes I feel as if my heart is comin' out my chest\n  I smoke too many cigarettes\n  And the Remi won't wash away the pain or get strain off my brain\n  See it's the way we roll down here, stroll out here\n  A shootout is like a common cold out here\n  That's why I sit back and I laugh at y'all\n  When it's crunch time on the front line I will blast at y'all\n  I'm from Saratoga Avenue, I had to brawl\n  That's where I realized it's a cold world after all\n  You hear me talkin' to y'all, I'm on some grown man shit\n  (You'll be comin' of age)\n  My life is on a different page, able to tame my rage\n  A little bit different from the first time I picked up a gauge\n  A little bit different from the first time I stepped on the stage\n  Take a look at me now, a born winner\n  In a race against time like Bruce Jenner\n  A natural born sinner, can't nobody tame me or change me\n  (For no reason at all he's angry, he'll) Kill again\n  You are now tuned in to the works of Mar\n  Take two steps back, it's gon' hurt you, pa\n  Who the fuck talkin' that they gon' hurt Jamal?\n  This ain't no common stutter rapper, it's the llama stutter slapper\n  Unpretty type rapper, gritty type rapper\n  Four-five semi-automatic pipe clapper\n  With them O.G.'s in it, please don't get your shit twisted\n  Like bamboo with no trees in it\n  Fall back, motherfucker, you can't be me\n  It's the Womack, the extension of Danzini\n  We came into the game with some change for train fare\n  Two Phillies, a dime bag and a forty ounce of beer\n  Now look at 'em, they hittin' the scene slow\n  Hoop ridin' in hoopties but I'm lookin' mean, yo\n  With a gangsta lean though, big doggin' it\n  With my chrome ten inch hub caps, but I keep 'em clean though\n  I know the pros and cons so I married the game\n  Now it's mommy's little boy left to carry the name\n  I'm in the streets like a dope fiend with\n  A shoppin' cart filled up with copper\n  Who the fuck gon' stop Fame?\n  Y'all niggas keep waitin' 'til they pop Fame\n  And hold your breath while you wait, bitch, I got game\n  Niggas ain't feelin' the Fame, bitch, stop dreamin'\n  I'm the shit that felt good comin' out with my pop's semen\n  Hit the streets and thug with me\n  No matter how disgruntled you sound, nigga, you can't fuck with me\n  Too many dick riders that's quick to go blaow\n  But look, bitch, I'ma let you know now\n  You fuckin' with Thugs, what the fuck you think this was?\n  I'm what you want me to be, stop fuckin' with me\n  'Cause I'm a nigga of the earth (Earth), nigga of the sea (Sea)\n  Nigga of the sky and fire, flame fire\n  Wildin' out, dump back at your men\n  It's M.O.P. and we at it again, a-ha\n  I ain't clappin' over your head, I'ma\n  Make sure I pop somethin' through ya\n  Givin' motherfuckers ulcers with lead\n  Have your parents and the pastor huddled over your bed\n  May the Lord be with you, game over, you're dead\n"}]