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Lous?\n[02:01.32] One yard to score, only second down\n[02:03.74] Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down\n[02:06.60] Tryin' to lock cash? 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Lous?\nOne yard to score, only second down\nHoes play wifey, wanna settle down\nTryin' to lock cash? 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Lous?\n  One yard to score, only second down\n  Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down\n  Tryin' to lock cash? Bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down\n  Pound to echo loud 'bout seven miles\n\n  Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt 'em down\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit the file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder then winos on liquor droughts\n\n  Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig 'em out\n  Ginger, watch with the gun in Skipper mouth\n  Love Da Ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missin' file\n  Pushin' twelve out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo, tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\n  We Just-Ice, men or mice, ain't nuttin' nice\n  Fuck your life, your type just too light to fight\n  We move right on Fright Night when niggaz bite\n  We bust pipe condo's that suck tight\n  We alright, you all hype and all tripe\n  In the Source with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on flatbed\n  I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin', Def Jam ain't heard nuttin' yet\n  Suspect, ruff necks, book 'em Dano\n  You get busted, never leave home without my mustard\n  Trust this out for justice, clown\n  And caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown\n  Take MC's to town if they star bound\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master you bastards with hazardous tactics\n  Semi-automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids is ass-backwards and vice-a versa\n\n  Yo, yo, tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo, tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back up, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n"},{"id":38953498,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman; Method Man; Redman","albumName":"Blackout!","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\nYo, man glorious, this is protected\nBy the Red and Tical\nSlap it down, way out of bound\nRoll in a towel, fo' we gun down\n\nYo, flip mode, toilet bowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shit load\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes, I bitch O's\nMoney, Roll, I stick a zip code\nTiptoed before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too with wings and 6-0's\n\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, Niggas pack 6 rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his hart won't get pulse\nPack you bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed? 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Lous?\nOne yard to score, only second down\nHoes play wifey, wanna settle down\nTryin' to lock cash? Bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down\nPound to echo loud 'bout seven miles\n\nDoc, Dirty Jersey hunt 'em down\nUncut rhymes won't even fit the file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick him out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder then winos on liquor droughts\n\nMrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig 'em out\nGinger, watch with the gun in Skipper mouth\nLove Da Ruckus and love to dish it out\nPre-washed MC's, start rinsin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missin' file\nPushin' twelve out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, tear the roof off\nYo, yo, tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\nWe Just-Ice, men or mice, ain't nuttin' nice\nFuck your life, your type just too light to fight\nWe move right on Fright Night when niggaz bite\nWe bust pipe condo's that suck tight\nWe alright, you all hype and all tripe\nIn the Source with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on flatbed\nI'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin', Def Jam ain't heard nuttin' yet\nSuspect, ruff necks, book 'em Dano\nYou get busted, never leave home without my mustard\nTrust this out for justice, clown\nAnd caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown\nTake MC's to town if they star bound\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster you bastards with hazardous tactics\nSemi-automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids is ass-backwards and vice-a versa\n\nYo, yo, tear the roof off\nYo, yo, tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack up, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us, you don't\n\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.54] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[00:02.96] Yo, man glorious, this is protected\n[00:12.27] By the Red and Tical\n[00:14.49] Slap it down, way out of bound\n[00:16.78] Roll in a towel, fo' we gun down\n[00:19.22] Yo, flip mode, toilet bowls explode\n[00:21.42] When Doc come drop a shit load\n[00:23.88] Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n[00:26.38] Deep pistol, whip hoes, I bitch O's\n[00:28.70] Money, Roll, I stick a zip code\n[00:31.30] Tiptoed before Doc escape row\n[00:33.36] Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n[00:35.83] My Benz too with wings and 6-0's\n[00:38.06] My flows is North Pole cold\n[00:40.52] My hands got area's that fits snow\n[00:43.15] Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n[00:45.05] My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n[00:47.58] Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls\n[00:49.97] We're losin' 'em, his hart won't get pulse\n[00:52.36] Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze\n[00:54.77] Lip closed? 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Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":17620702,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout!","duration":252.864,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. 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Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":18795816,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Lights Out (Mixed By DJ Green Lantern)","duration":238.497959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Lights Out (Mixed By DJ Green Lantern)\n  duration_ms: 238498\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":20773216,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Black Out","duration":254.54355,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Black Out\n  duration_ms: 254544\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":24330533,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"method man redman","albumName":"http://urbanmuzikfanatik.blogspot.com/","duration":252.708571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: method man redman\n  album: http://urbanmuzikfanatik.blogspot.com/\n  duration_ms: 252709\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":21915225,"name":"tear it off","trackName":"tear it off","artistName":"method man & redman","albumName":"history of hiphop 3","duration":252.238367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: tear it off\n  artist: method man & redman\n  album: history of hiphop 3\n  duration_ms: 252238\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":21344740,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout!","duration":256.9076,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Blackout!\n  duration_ms: 256908\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":24510534,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"The Source Presents Hip Hop Hits, Volume 3","duration":253.293333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: The Source Presents Hip Hop Hits, Volume 3\n  duration_ms: 253293\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. Corral\n  With Doc and Meth Tical\n  Barsaloon fight without weapons out\n  Stretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\n  On yard to score, only second down\n\n  Hoes play wifey, want to settle down\n  Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce\n  Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\n  Pound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\n  Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\n  Uncut rhymes won't even fit your file\n  Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\n  Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\n  Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\n  Wilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\n  Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\n  Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\n  Love the ruckus and love to dish it out\n  Three watched MC's, start wristin' out\n  Get your whole camp put on the missile foul\n  Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  We just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\n  Fuck your life, your type is too light to fight\n  We move right on fright night\n  When niggas write\n  We bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\n  We all right, you all hype and war's right\n  In the Source, with half mic, you half liked\n  And half dead, blasted on glass bed\n  I'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\n  Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\n  Take my turn frontin'\n  Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\n  Suspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\n  Never leave home without my musket\n\n  Thrust this, out for justice\n  Clown and caught on Judgement Day\n  Caught y'all proud\n  Take MC's to town if they start blawn\n  Ashes to ashes, they all fall down\n\n  Master be basket with hazardous tactics\n  Send my automatic full rap metal jacket\n  Blasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\n  All you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Come on, yo tear the roof off\n  Nigga, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  Huh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n  Yo, you don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n"},{"id":24602600,"name":"Tear It Off","trackName":"Tear It Off","artistName":"Method Man & Redman","albumName":"Blackout (Japan Edition)","duration":252.466667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo man glorious\nThis is protected\nBy the Reds\nAnd Tical\n\nSlap it down\nWay out of bound\nRoll in a towel\nFo' we gun down\nYo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\nWhen Doc come drop a shitload\nGrip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\nDeep pistol, whip hoes\nI bitch O's, money, roll\nI stick a zip code\nTiptoed, before Doc escape row\nThirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\nMy Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\nMy flows is North Pole cold\nMy hands got area's that fits snow\nDoc, fixin' hoes in disco's\nMy dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\nShows, niggas pack six rolls\nWe're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\nPack your bags off a 10 percent doze\nLip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nI get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\nPistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\nKick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\nTimid, scared to get in it\nThese dogs is rock rowd\n\nUnchained, untamed, you know my name\nAct strange, pack flame, it's not a game\nThe ill flows, that kills shows\nYou can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\nFor real though\n\nY'all gon' learn I spit germs\nWhen you come shot on Big Worm\nYou gets burned\nPunks don't get turned, they get done\nAnd get sonned, come get some\n\nThe last victim lied in a ditch\nNow who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\nNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\nMe and Funk Doc get toxic\nUp off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\nGo make your Wu just imposters\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nYou try to O.K. Corral\nWith Doc and Meth Tical\nBarsaloon fight without weapons out\nStretchmarks like Belly on Kevin Liles\nOn yard to score, only second down\n\nHoes play wifey, want to settle down\nTry to lock cash, bitch better bounce\nBoyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down\nPound to echo loud, 'bout 7 miles\nDoc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down\n\nUncut rhymes won't even fit your file\nBaddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out\nDrunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd\nSnitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth\nWilder than rhinos or liquor trous\n\nMrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out\nGinger watch with the gun and skip a mouth\nLove the ruckus and love to dish it out\nThree watched MC's, start wristin' out\nGet your whole camp put on the missile foul\nPushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nWe just ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice\nFuck your life, your type is too light to fight\nWe move right on fright night\nWhen niggas write\nWe bust pipe, condos that suck tight\n\nWe all right, you all hype and war's right\nIn the Source, with half mic, you half liked\nAnd half dead, blasted on glass bed\nI'm passed that, eyes red, the hashhead\n\nBurn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'\nTake my turn frontin'\nDef Jam ain't heard nothin', yet\nSuspect, ruffnecks, buck 'em down or you get busted\nNever leave home without my musket\n\nThrust this, out for justice\nClown and caught on Judgement Day\nCaught y'all proud\nTake MC's to town if they start blawn\nAshes to ashes, they all fall down\n\nMaster be basket with hazardous tactics\nSend my automatic full rap metal jacket\nBlasted in plastic, your brain on the mattress\nAll you kids ass backwards and vice versa\n\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nYo, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nCome on, yo tear the roof off\nNigga, yo tear the roof off\nBack off, don't make me shoot y'all\nYou don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\n\nHuh, yo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't\nYo, you don't want to fuck with us\nYou don't","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tear It Off\n  artist: Method Man & Redman\n  album: Blackout (Japan Edition)\n  duration_ms: 252467\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo man glorious\n  This is protected\n  By the Reds\n  And Tical\n\n  Slap it down\n  Way out of bound\n  Roll in a towel\n  Fo' we gun down\n  Yo, Flipmode, toiletbowls explode\n  When Doc come drop a shitload\n  Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those\n  Deep pistol, whip hoes\n  I bitch O's, money, roll\n  I stick a zip code\n  Tiptoed, before Doc escape row\n  Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose\n  My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's\n  My flows is North Pole cold\n  My hands got area's that fits snow\n  Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's\n  My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes\n  Shows, niggas pack six rolls\n  We're losin' 'em, his heart won't get pulse\n  Pack your bags off a 10 percent doze\n  Lip closed, I could hum and shit cold\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  I get scanned, rip sand with this stick style\n  Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now\n  Kick crowd, hot style, you-get-shot-style\n  Timid, scared to get in it\n  These dogs is rock rowd\n\n  Unchained, untamed, you know my name\n  Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game\n  The ill flows, that kills shows\n  You can feel yo, kickin' in your do', like a steel toe\n  For real though\n\n  Y'all gon' learn I spit germs\n  When you come shot on Big Worm\n  You gets burned\n  Punks don't get turned, they get done\n  And get sonned, come get some\n\n  The last victim lied in a ditch\n  Now who want to fuck with Hot Nick?\n  Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit\n  Me and Funk Doc get toxic\n  Up off the rightness, I'm chopsticks\n  Go make your Wu just imposters\n\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Yo, yo tear the roof off\n  Back off, don't make me shoot y'all\n  You don't want to fuck with us\n  You don't\n\n  You try to O.K. 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