[{"id":3681175,"name":"Get At Me","trackName":"Get At Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Infamy","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get At Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Infamy\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":30989648,"name":"Get at Me","trackName":"Get at Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Infamy","duration":254.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get at Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Infamy\n duration_ms: 254000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":18865178,"name":"Get At Me","trackName":"Get At Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Infamy","duration":213.890612,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get At Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Infamy\n duration_ms: 213891\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":19048582,"name":"Get at Me","trackName":"Get at Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":213.8266669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get at Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Original Album Classics\n duration_ms: 213827\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":36413334,"name":"Get at Me","trackName":"Get at Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Original Album Classics","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get at Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Original Album Classics\n duration_ms: 211000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":27907656,"name":"Get At Me","trackName":"Get At Me","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Infamy (Retail)","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Man talking)\nI saw him, I saw him\nThere he is right over there, over there(I see him)\nOkay... I got a message for you infamous\nYou tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\nAnd you tell him personally... from me!\nAnd stay outta here!\n\n(Havoc)\nYeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\nReal loaded, in the flesh\nAnd we know where we aimin\nCheck me out...\n\nYo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\nI'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\nListen to the words, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\nCause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\nCause the pound clap well, like fan mail\nChoose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\nGet at me, you and what army?\nThe fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\nMan down, nigga it's the same shit\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father, nigga, the smart decision\nAnd I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\nNiggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n(Chorus)\n(Havoc (Prodigy))\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n(Get at me)\nNiggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rap me\nPut it right where they back be\n\n(Prodigy)\nYeah, nigga what's beef?\nShotties and macks, little two-shots\nFour pounds and techs, arms and chest\nBag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on them niggas with excessive force\nAnd don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\nBroken hands, nuckles and gun handles\nDunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\nInformers tell when snitches snitch,\nFuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\nCribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nTorch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nFuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\nIt's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\nMy niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Man talking)\nNow we all get to know what it's like...\nWhen some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\nAnd blow your head off...\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n(Prodigy)\nFirst of all, we the one and only... infamous\n(It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\nFirst of all, we the one and only...\n'Til the name wear out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get At Me\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Infamy (Retail)\n duration_ms: 214000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Man talking)\n I saw him, I saw him\n There he is right over there, over there(I see him)\n Okay... I got a message for you infamous\n You tell that son-of-a-bitch he's made a big mistake\n And you tell him personally... from me!\n And stay outta here!\n\n (Havoc)\n Yeah, that's what I'm talkin about...\n Real loaded, in the flesh\n And we know where we aimin\n Check me out...\n\n Yo, you'se a baby boy rapper, breast-fed nigga\n I'm a quiet murderer, in front the feds type nigga\n Do my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\n With the gat, I'm like? paintin that picture\n Listen to the words, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin your 'burb, just maintain cool\n Cause I won't take a el, whether in your crib or the outside world\n Cause the pound clap well, like fan mail\n Choose to ignore me, the warning that I gave 'em\n Get at me, you and what army?\n The fashion-ass niggas you hang with, have a plate of graveshift\n Man down, nigga it's the same shit\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father, nigga, the smart decision\n And I'm picking niggas off with the sharp precision(pow)\n Niggas need to see the wis' because they heart is missin\n\n (Chorus)\n (Havoc (Prodigy))\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n (Get at me)\n Niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rap me\n Put it right where they back be\n\n (Prodigy)\n Yeah, nigga what's beef?\n Shotties and macks, little two-shots\n Four pounds and techs, arms and chest\n Bag your strength, nigga them bombs and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on them niggas with excessive force\n And don't stop 'til them niggas don't move no more\n Broken hands, nuckles and gun handles\n Dunn got his gunshot wounds through his mantle\n Informers tell when snitches snitch,\n Fuck them, buck more shots, get out that bitch\n Cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Torch your house, stalk your kin, bitches and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Fuck liquor, for my nigga, we gon' pour some blood out\n It's fucked up how it goes down, innocent people blown down\n My niggas is here, brace yourself\n\n (Chorus)\n\n (Man talking)\n Now we all get to know what it's like...\n When some asshole's gonna step out of the dark\n And blow your head off...\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n\n (Prodigy)\n First of all, we the one and only... infamous\n (It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it)\n First of all, we the one and only...\n 'Til the name wear out\n"},{"id":38643096,"name":"Get At Me - Explicit Album Version","trackName":"Get At Me - Explicit Album Version","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Infamy","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I saw him, I saw him\nThere he is, right over there, over there\nI see him\nOkay\nI got a message for you and your friends\nYou tell that son of a bitch he made a big mistake with me\nAnd you tell him personally for me\nGet the fuck outta here\n\nYeah, some talk about me\n\nIn the flesh\n\nYou know where we aimin'\n\nCheck me out, yo\nYou's a baby boy rapper, breastfed\nI'm a choir-runnin'-from-the-feds type nigga\nDo my dirt quicker from my early days swifter\nWith the gat I'm like Basquiat paintin' that picture\nListen to the word, take it as a jewel\nIf I'm fuckin' your bird just maintain cool\n'Cause I won't take an L\n\nWhether in your crib or the outside world\n'Cause the pound clap well\nLike fair mail, choose to ignore me\n\nThe warning that I gave 'em, get at me\nYou and what army?\nThem fashion-ass niggas you hang with\nHave 'em play the grave shift\nMan down, niggas the same niggas\nNiggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\nGo get your father nigga, smart decision\nAnd I'm pickin' niggas off with the sharpest isn't\n\nNiggas need to see the wizard 'cause they card is missin'\n\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n\nWhat's big?\nNigga, Lil' Two Shot\n\nNigga, arms and chest\nBack and strength, nigga, palms and fists\nKnives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\nJust move on a nigga where they sets and falls\nAnd don't stop 'til a nigga don't move no more\nBroken hands, knuckles and gun handles\nDone got hills, shot wounds through his mantle\nInformants tell and snitches snitch\n\nNigga then buck more shots, get out that bitch\n\nNigga cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\nCharge your house, stalk your kin, niggas and friends\nIt get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\nNigga lookin' for my son, we gon' pour some blood out\n\nNigga, fuck up how it goes down\nInnocent people blown down\nNigga, I'm just here, brace yourself\n\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\nGet at me, wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n\nNow we all get to know what it's like to live around\nSome niggas, law sayers gonna step\nOut of the dark and blow your head off\nI want you to know what it's like to live that way\nFirst of all, we the one and only\nIt's a tough job but somebody's gotta do it\nFirst of all, we the one and only\nTo the name Mobb Out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.17] I saw him, I saw him\n[00:02.35] There he is, right over there, over there\n[00:03.62] I see him\n[00:05.32] Okay\n[00:08.38] I got a message for you and your friends\n[00:11.59] You tell that son of a bitch he made a big mistake with me\n[00:14.30] 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get your father nigga, smart decision\n[01:14.90] And I'm pickin' niggas off with the sharpest isn't\n[01:17.75] Niggas need to see the wizard 'cause they card is missin'\n[01:20.14] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[01:21.95] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[01:24.97] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[01:26.87] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[01:29.94] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[01:31.87] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[01:34.97] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[01:36.78] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[01:39.63] What's big?\n[01:40.23] Nigga, Lil' Two Shot\n[01:43.68] Nigga, arms and chest\n[01:44.76] Back and strength, nigga, palms and fists\n[01:47.12] Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n[01:49.67] Just move on a nigga where they sets and falls\n[01:51.92] And don't stop 'til a nigga don't move no more\n[01:54.66] Broken hands, knuckles and gun handles\n[01:57.00] Done got hills, shot wounds through his mantle\n[01:59.87] Informants tell and snitches snitch\n[02:02.23] Nigga then buck more shots, get out that bitch\n[02:04.46] Nigga cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n[02:06.96] Charge your house, stalk your kin, niggas and friends\n[02:09.51] It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n[02:12.20] Nigga lookin' for my son, we gon' pour some blood out\n[02:14.63] Nigga, fuck up how it goes down\n[02:16.12] Innocent people blown down\n[02:17.67] Nigga, I'm just here, brace yourself\n[02:20.33] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[02:21.33] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[02:24.34] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[02:26.23] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[02:29.39] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[02:31.29] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[02:34.29] Get at me, wanna clap me\n[02:36.17] Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n[02:40.47] Now we all get to know what it's like to live around\n[02:42.73] Some niggas, law sayers gonna step\n[02:44.34] Out of the dark and blow your head off\n[02:46.34] I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n[02:48.62] First of all, we the one and only\n[02:50.47] It's a tough job but somebody's gotta do it\n[02:53.48] First of all, we the one and only\n[02:56.80] To the name Mobb Out\n[03:33.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Get At Me - Explicit Album Version\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Infamy\n duration_ms: 213700\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I saw him, I saw him\n start_ms: 170\n end_ms: 2350\n- text: There he is, right over there, over there\n start_ms: 2350\n end_ms: 3620\n- text: I see him\n start_ms: 3620\n end_ms: 5320\n- text: Okay\n start_ms: 5320\n end_ms: 8380\n- text: I got a message for you and your friends\n start_ms: 8380\n end_ms: 11590\n- text: You tell that son of a bitch he made a big mistake with me\n start_ms: 11590\n end_ms: 14300\n- text: And you tell him personally 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With the gat I'm like Basquiat paintin' that picture\n Listen to the word, take it as a jewel\n If I'm fuckin' your bird just maintain cool\n 'Cause I won't take an L\n\n Whether in your crib or the outside world\n 'Cause the pound clap well\n Like fair mail, choose to ignore me\n\n The warning that I gave 'em, get at me\n You and what army?\n Them fashion-ass niggas you hang with\n Have 'em play the grave shift\n Man down, niggas the same niggas\n Niggas like kids and I don't play with 'em\n Go get your father nigga, smart decision\n And I'm pickin' niggas off with the sharpest isn't\n\n Niggas need to see the wizard 'cause they card is missin'\n\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n\n What's big?\n Nigga, Lil' Two Shot\n\n Nigga, arms and chest\n Back and strength, nigga, palms and fists\n Knives and forks, ain't no time to think, it's on\n Just move on a nigga where they sets and falls\n And don't stop 'til a nigga don't move no more\n Broken hands, knuckles and gun handles\n Done got hills, shot wounds through his mantle\n Informants tell and snitches snitch\n\n Nigga then buck more shots, get out that bitch\n\n Nigga cribs is found, careful when the kids is out\n Charge your house, stalk your kin, niggas and friends\n It get deeper than deep, dirty and foul\n Nigga lookin' for my son, we gon' pour some blood out\n\n Nigga, fuck up how it goes down\n Innocent people blown down\n Nigga, I'm just here, brace yourself\n\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n Get at me, wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me, put it right where they back be\n\n Now we all get to know what it's like to live around\n Some niggas, law sayers gonna step\n Out of the dark and blow your head off\n I want you to know what it's like to live that way\n First of all, we the one and only\n It's a tough job but somebody's gotta do it\n First of all, we the one and only\n To the name Mobb Out\n"}]