[{"id":2407481,"name":"Quiet Storm (Mobb Deep Remix)","trackName":"Quiet Storm (Mobb Deep Remix)","artistName":"ILK","albumName":"Quiet Storm (Mobb Deep Remix)","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\n\nJust been through it all man\nBlood sweat and tears\nNiggaz is dead and shit\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nI dont think much more son, word to mother yo\nWe done seen it all, and been through it all yo\nLet y'all niggaz know right now\nWord to mother, for real, for real\n\nQueen Bee baby\n\nThat shit is the truth\n\nLil' Kim, B.I.G.\n\nI'm not lyin.\nYo.\nBlowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things\nKeepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\nThrow on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\nHit em with the four\nDon't even know him from a hole in the wall\nGet at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\nPut it right where they back be\nKeep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\nSendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\nGive 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\nBad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\nSince a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\nNiggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\nHow about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\nOnly a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\nRock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\nYo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n\nUhh, uhh\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop[echoes])\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n\"Hot damn hoe, here we go again\"\n(Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch\nThis shit knock for blocks through hardtops\nIn the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot\nMy Brook-lyn style speak for itself\nLike a wrestler, another notch under my belt\nThe embezzler, chrome treasurer\nThe U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya\nI'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit\nComin in this game on some modelin shit\nBitches suck cock just to get to the top\nI put a hundred percent, in every line I drop\nIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\nQueensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P\nWhat? Y'all wish I lived the life I live\nAiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn\nUhh, uhh\n\nYo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo rock that shit, that real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it\nWe come through like, \"Fuck it\"\nY'all want problems, persue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nAt the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost\nIt's gangsta how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nWit big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody\nTwist niggaz frontin, get to runnin\n'Fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin\nM-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin\nWhen my niggaz step in the place\nDamn, you gotta luv it\n\nIt's the real\nHah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quiet Storm (Mobb Deep Remix)\n artist: ILK\n album: Quiet Storm (Mobb Deep Remix)\n duration_ms: 241000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n\n Just been through it all man\n Blood sweat and tears\n Niggaz is dead and shit\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n I dont think much more son, word to mother yo\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggaz know right now\n Word to mother, for real, for real\n\n Queen Bee baby\n\n That shit is the truth\n\n Lil' Kim, B.I.G.\n\n I'm not lyin.\n Yo.\n Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things\n Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\n Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\n Hit em with the four\n Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\n Put it right where they back be\n Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\n Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\n Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\n How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\n Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\n Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n\n Uhh, uhh\n\n Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n Thump em in the club shit\n Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop[echoes])\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n \"Hot damn hoe, here we go again\"\n (Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch\n This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n In the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot\n My Brook-lyn style speak for itself\n Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya\n I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit\n Comin in this game on some modelin shit\n Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop\n It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P\n What? Y'all wish I lived the life I live\n Aiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn\n Uhh, uhh\n\n Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\n I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n Yo rock that shit, that real life shit\n Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it\n We come through like, \"Fuck it\"\n Y'all want problems, persue it, let's do it\n Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n At the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost\n It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch\n Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n Wit big jewelry and big guns\n We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody\n Twist niggaz frontin, get to runnin\n 'Fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin\n M-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin\n When my niggaz step in the place\n Damn, you gotta luv it\n\n It's the real\n Hah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.\n"},{"id":26804197,"name":"Quiet Storm Remix","trackName":"Quiet Storm Remix","artistName":"Mobb Deep ft. Lil' Kim","albumName":"Quiet Storm Remix","duration":243.545417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\nJust been through it all man\nBlood sweat and tears\nNiggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nWe done seen it all, and been through it all yo\nLet y'all niggaz know right now\nWord to mother, for real, for real\nThat shit is the truth\nI'm not lyin.\n\nI put my lifetime in between the paper's lines\nI'm the \"Quiet Storm\" nigga who fight rhyme\nP yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\nNigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\nMake my route while the sun's out and scold your men\nUnload ten, in broad daylight, get right\nFuck your life\nhop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\nYou try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\nTake affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\nNow here come the mack 10\nYou'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\nWhat the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nwastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. (yo)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nIt go one, two, three to the fourth\nThat nigga P-Double got that shit\nfor y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\nin hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\nTo serve hot plates all across the unified states\nSit down and sup with top rap reps\nWe the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\nYou better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\nInfamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\nFirst assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\nMy new edition's way bitch\nThose that listen, get addicted to my diction\nFuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\ngeneric rap's just not potent like P's\nOne-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\nI peel off chest naked on Katanas\nSpaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\nFully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\nand verses, but thirst for worse beats\nSo I can put, more product out on the street\nGet respect and love, all across the board\nWe've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\nI score everytime for sure\nwhile the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n(To the real)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n(the real... hip hop)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quiet Storm Remix\n artist: Mobb Deep ft. Lil' Kim\n album: Quiet Storm Remix\n duration_ms: 243545\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n Just been through it all man\n Blood sweat and tears\n Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggaz know right now\n Word to mother, for real, for real\n That shit is the truth\n I'm not lyin.\n\n I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines\n I'm the \"Quiet Storm\" nigga who fight rhyme\n P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\n Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\n Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men\n Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right\n Fuck your life\n hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\n You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\n Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\n Now here come the mack 10\n You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\n What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin\n You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n I used to bust shots crazy\n I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n CBR's and VCR's\n ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n For real. (yo)\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n It go one, two, three to the fourth\n That nigga P-Double got that shit\n for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n My new edition's way bitch\n Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n generic rap's just not potent like P's\n One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n So I can put, more product out on the street\n Get respect and love, all across the board\n We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n I score everytime for sure\n while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n (To the real)\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":16198025,"name":"Quiet Storm Remix","trackName":"Quiet Storm Remix","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Mobb Muzik","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\nJust been through it all man\nBlood sweat and tears\nNiggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nWe done seen it all, and been through it all yo\nLet y'all niggaz know right now\nWord to mother, for real, for real\nThat shit is the truth\nI'm not lyin.\n\nI put my lifetime in between the paper's lines\nI'm the \"Quiet Storm\" nigga who fight rhyme\nP yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\nNigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\nMake my route while the sun's out and scold your men\nUnload ten, in broad daylight, get right\nFuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\nYou try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\nTake affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\nNow here come the mack 10\nYou'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\nWhat the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin\nYou hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\nLyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\nYou ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\nRusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\nMy chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\nDiamonds and guns before the fame Duke\nA nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\nGoin through the emotions, of gun holdin\nLong shotguns down my pants leg limpin\nKiller bee who still livin, even my pops too\nHe taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\nI used to bust shots crazy\nI couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\nI love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\nI'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\nAnd through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\nAll y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\nI spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\nwastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\nGrand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\nDo things for the kids (the little Dunns)\nBuild a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\nCBR's and VCR's\nATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\nDon't make me have to risk my freedom\nWe worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\nFor real. (yo)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nIt go one, two, three to the fourth\nThat nigga P-Double got that shit\nfor y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\nin hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\nTo serve hot plates all across the unified states\nSit down and sup with top rap reps\nWe the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\nYou better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\nInfamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\nFirst assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\nMy new edition's way bitch\nThose that listen, get addicted to my diction\nFuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\ngeneric rap's just not potent like P's\nOne-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\nI peel off chest naked on Katanas\nSpaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\nFully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\nand verses, but thirst for worse beats\nSo I can put, more product out on the street\nGet respect and love, all across the board\nWe've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\nI score everytime for sure\nwhile the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n(To the real)\n\nCause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\nIt's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\nLump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n(hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n(the real... hip-hop)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] In broad daylight get right.\n[00:11.95] Just been through it all man\n[00:14.41] Blood sweat and tears\n[00:18.33] Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}\n[00:22.91] What the fuck else can happen yo?\n[00:24.47] We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n[00:33.99] Let y'all niggaz know right now\n[00:36.00] Word to mother, for real, for real\n[00:39.20] That shit is the truth\n[00:40.43] I'm not lyin.\n[00:42.73] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines\n[00:46.68] I'm the \"Quiet Storm\" nigga who fight rhyme\n[00:48.25] P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\n[00:51.04] Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\n[00:52.40] Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men\n[00:56.19] Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right\n[00:59.12] Fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\n[01:01.58] You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\n[01:05.15] Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\n[01:10.33] Now here come the mack 10\n[01:10.81] You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\n[01:13.12] What the drilly with that though? 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Y'all wish I lived the life I live\nAiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn\nUhh, uhh\n\nYo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo rock that shit, that real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it\nWe come through like, \"Fuck it\"\nY'all want problems, persue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nAt the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost\nIt's gangsta how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nWit big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody\nTwist niggaz frontin, get to runnin\n'Fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin\nM-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin\nWhen my niggaz step in the place\nDamn, you gotta luv it\n\nIt's the real\nHah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quiet Storm (remix)\n artist: Mobb Deep Lil’ Kim\n album: 'Life of the Infamous: The Best of Mobb Deep'\n duration_ms: 244320\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n\n Just been through it all man\n Blood sweat and tears\n Niggaz is dead and shit\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n I dont think much more son, word to mother yo\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggaz know right now\n Word to mother, for real, for real\n\n Queen Bee baby\n\n That shit is the truth\n\n Lil' Kim, B.I.G.\n\n I'm not lyin.\n Yo.\n Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things\n Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\n Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\n Hit em with the four\n Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\n Put it right where they back be\n Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\n Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\n Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\n How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\n Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\n Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n\n Uhh, uhh\n\n Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n Thump em in the club shit\n Have you wildin out when you bump this (hip-hop[echoes])\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n \"Hot damn hoe, here we go again\"\n (Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch\n This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n In the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot\n My Brook-lyn style speak for itself\n Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya\n I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit\n Comin in this game on some modelin shit\n Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop\n It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P\n What? 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Put it right where they back be\nKeep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\nSendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo\nGive 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\nBad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\nSince a little dude, eating niggas food buck-fifty's\nNiggas can kill me but they comin' wit me\nHow about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\nOnly a fly bitch like that can leave em relaxed\nRock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\nYo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead(uhh, uhh)\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nHot damn ho, here we go again\nLight as a rock, bitch, hard as a cock, bitch\nThis shit knock for blocks through hardtops\nIn the parking lots\nWhere my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\nMy Brooklyn style speak for itself\nLike a wrestler, another notch under my belt\nThe embezzler, chrome treasurer\nThe U-N-O competitor\nI'm ten steps ahead of ya\nI'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit\nComin' in this game on some modeling shit\nBitches suck cock just to get to the top\nI put a hundred percent in every line I drop\nIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\nQueensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P\nWhat!\nY'all wish I lived the life I live\nAyo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn, uhh, uhh\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo, rock that shit\nThat real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it\nMakes the projects love it\nWe come through like, fuck it\nY'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nAt the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\nIt's gangster how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nWith big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\nTwist niggas fronting, get to running\nFore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\nM-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\nWhen my niggas step in the place\nDamn, you gotta love it\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nIt's the real\nHah, it's the real baby\nHip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quiet Storm (Remix) (Feat. Lil' Kim)\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: Life of The Infamous... The Best of Mobb Deep\n duration_ms: 234423\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n Just been through it all man\n Blood, sweat, and tears\n Niggas is dead and shit\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n I don't think much more son, word to mother yo\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggas know right now\n Word to mother for real, for real\n Queen Bee baby, that shit is the truth\n Lil' Kim, B.I.G\n\n Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things\n Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame\n Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all\n Hit 'em with the four\n Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n Get at me, niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be\n Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo\n Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n Since a little dude, eating niggas food buck-fifty's\n Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit me\n How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n Only a fly bitch like that can leave em relaxed\n Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\n Yo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead(uhh, uhh)\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Hot damn ho, here we go again\n Light as a rock, bitch, hard as a cock, bitch\n This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n In the parking lots\n Where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\n My Brooklyn style speak for itself\n Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n The U-N-O competitor\n I'm ten steps ahead of ya\n I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit\n Comin' in this game on some modeling shit\n Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n I put a hundred percent in every line I drop\n It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P\n What!\n Y'all wish I lived the life I live\n Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn, uhh, uhh\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\n I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n Yo, rock that shit\n That real life shit\n Makes bitches wanna thug it\n Makes the projects love it\n We come through like, fuck it\n Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\n Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\n It's gangster how we rock, while you watch\n Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n With big jewelry and big guns\n We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\n Twist niggas fronting, get to running\n Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\n M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\n When my niggas step in the place\n Damn, you gotta love it\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n It's the real\n Hah, it's the real baby\n Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.\n"},{"id":38036245,"name":"Quiet Storm (feat. 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Lil' Kim) - Remix","artistName":"Mobb Deep","albumName":"Life Of The Infamous: The Best Of Mobb Deep","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\n\nJust been through it all man\nBlood sweat and tears\nNiggaz is dead and shit\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nI dont think much more son, word to mother yo\nWe done seen it all, and been through it all yo\nLet y'all niggaz know right now\nWord to mother, for real, for real\n\nQueen Bee baby\n\nThat shit is the truth\n\nLil' Kim, B.I.G.\n\nI'm not lyin.\nYo.\n\nBlowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things\nKeepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\nThrow on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\nHit em with the four\nDon't even know him from a hole in the wall\nGet at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\nPut it right where they back be\nKeep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\nSendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\nGive 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\nBad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\nSince a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\nNiggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\nHow about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\nOnly a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\nRock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\nYo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n\nUhh, uhh\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n\"Hot damn hoe, here we go again\"\n(Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch\nThis shit knock for blocks through hardtops\nin the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot\nMy Brook-lyn style speak for itself\nLike a wrestler, another notch under my belt\nThe embezzler, chrome treasurer\nThe U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya\nI'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit\nComin in this game on some modelin shit\nBitches suck cock just to get to the top\nI put a hundred percent, in every line I drop\nIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\nQueensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P\nWhat? Y'all wish I lived the life I live\nAiyyo Prodigy, tell em what this is Dunn\nUhh, uhh\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo rock that shit, that real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it\nWe come through like, \"Fuck it\"\nY'all want problems, persue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nat the round table, my Dunn speakin with his Twin ghost\nIt's gangsta how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nwit big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggaz bloody\nTwist niggaz frontin, get to runnin\n'fore the mens get to dumpin, the fans get to thumpin\nM-O-B-B, got the whole spot jumpin\nWhen my niggaz step in the place\nDamn, you gotta luv it\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nYo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\nThump em in the club shit\nHave you wildin out when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\nIt's the real\nHah, it's the real baby, hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08]In broad daylight get right.\n[00:11.80]Just been through it all man\n[00:14.45]Blood sweat and tears\n[00:18.25]Niggaz is dead and shit\n[00:22.85]What the fuck else can happen yo?\n[00:24.25]I dont think much more son, word to mother yo\n[00:29.28]\n[00:31.38]We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n[00:33.92]Let y'all niggaz know right now\n[00:35.22]Word to mother, for real, for real\n[00:37.94]Queen Bee baby\n[00:39.58]That shit is the truth\n[00:40.43]Lil' Kim, B.I.G.\n[00:42.70]I'm not lyin.\n[00:43.52]Yo.\n[00:44.73]Blowin niggaz wit rusty ass German things\n[00:47.18]Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\n[00:49.57]Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\n[00:52.15]Hit em with the four\n[00:52.99]Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n[00:54.93]Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\n[00:58.07]Put it right where they back be\n[00:59.46]Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n[01:02.35]Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\n[01:04.34]Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n[01:06.96]Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n[01:09.44]Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\n[01:12.51]Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\n[01:14.36]How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n[01:16.78]Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\n[01:19.21]Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\n[01:21.78]Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n[01:24.05]Uhh, uhh\n[01:24.11]Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n[01:26.33]Thump em in the club shit\n[01:27.51]Have you wildin out when you bump this\n[01:29.37]Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:31.59]Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n[01:33.89]Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n[01:36.19]Thump em in the club shit\n[01:37.32]Have you wildin out when you bump this\n[01:39.23]Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n[01:41.48]Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n[01:44.45]\"Hot damn hoe, here we go again\"\n[01:46.84](Lyte as a Rock) bitch, hard as a cock bitch\n[01:49.20]This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n[01:51.39]in the parkin lots, where my nigga Rock like to spark-a-lot\n[01:54.12]My Brook-lyn style speak for itself\n[01:56.18]Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n[01:58.65]The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n[02:00.62]The U-N-O competitor, I'm ten steps ahead of ya\n[02:03.91]I'm a leader, y'all on some followin shit\n[02:06.32]Comin in this game on some modelin shit\n[02:08.99]Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n[02:10.87]I put a hundred percent, in every line I drop\n[02:13.45]It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n[02:16.74]Queensbridge Brooklyn and we're D-double-E-P\n[02:18.61]What? 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rusty ass German things\n Keepin it thorough is our motherfuckin claim to fame\n Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains, it pours and all\n Hit em with the four\n Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n Get at me, niggaz wanna clap me, snitches wanna rat me?\n Put it right where they back be\n Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n Sendin kites with the Motorolas, yo\n Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n Since a little dude, eatin niggaz food, buck-fifty's\n Niggaz can kill me but they comin wit me\n How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n Only a fly bitch like that can leave em and laugh\n Rock em to sleep, make em think the drama is dead\n Yo I smile up in your face though I'm plottin instead\n\n Uhh, uhh\n\n Yo it's the real shit, shit to make you feel shit\n Thump em in the club shit\n Have you wildin out when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's 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Lil' Kim) (Remix)\n artist: Mobb Deep\n album: In Too Deep - Music From The Dimension Motion Picture\n duration_ms: 245000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n Just been through it all man\n Blood sweat and tears\n Niggaz is dead and shit {*music fades in*}\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggaz know right now\n Word to mother, for real, for real\n That shit is the truth\n I'm not lyin.\n\n I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines\n I'm the \"Quiet Storm\" nigga who fight rhyme\n P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them\n Nigga I pop more guns than you holdin them\n Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men\n Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right\n Fuck your life\n hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike\n You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin\n Take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)\n Now here come the mack 10\n You'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language\n What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin\n You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics\n Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it\n You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower\n Rusty shank holder, we live this shit\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label\n My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables\n Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke\n A nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?\n Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin\n Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin\n Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too\n He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)\n I used to bust shots crazy\n I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (POW!)\n I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D-Black\n I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left\n And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death\n All y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death\n I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right\n wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right\n Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business\n Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)\n Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth\n CBR's and VCR's\n ATV's and big screen TV's, nigga please\n Don't make me have to risk my freedom\n We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in\n For real. (yo)\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n\n It go one, two, three to the fourth\n That nigga P-Double got that shit\n for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew\n in hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible\n To serve hot plates all across the unified states\n Sit down and sup with top rap reps\n We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent\n You better walk like a nigga on the tight rope Duke\n Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission\n First assignment -- give em that shit they been missin\n My new edition's way bitch\n Those that listen, get addicted to my diction\n Fuck rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased\n generic rap's just not potent like P's\n One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle\n I peel off chest naked on Katanas\n Spaghetti head Mobb niggaz is full bred\n Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts\n and verses, but thirst for worse beats\n So I can put, more product out on the street\n Get respect and love, all across the board\n We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more\n I score everytime for sure\n while the rest of y'all niggaz just nil\n (To the real)\n\n Cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop *echoes*)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n It's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)\n Lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this\n (hip-hop *echoes*) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough\n (the real... hip hop)\n"},{"id":27009819,"name":"Quiet Storm (remix)","trackName":"Quiet Storm (remix)","artistName":"Mobb Deep feat. Lil’ Kim","albumName":"In Too Deep: Music From the Dimension Motion Picture","duration":244.27575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"In broad daylight get right.\nJust been through it all man\nBlood, sweat, and tears\nNiggas is dead and shit\nWhat the fuck else can happen yo?\nI don't think much more son, word to mother yo\nWe done seen it all, and been through it all yo\nLet y'all niggas know right now\nWord to mother for real, for real\nQueen Bee baby, that shit is the truth\nLil' Kim, B.I.G\n\nYo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things\nKeepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame\nThrow on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all\nHit 'em with the four\nDon't even know him from a hole in the wall\nGet at me, niggas wanna clap me\nSnitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be\nKeep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\nSendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo\nGive 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\nBad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\nSince a little dude, eating niggas food buck-fifty's\nNiggas can kill me but they comin' wit me\nHow about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\nOnly a fly bitch like that can leave em relaxed\nRock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\nYo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead(uhh, uhh)\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nHot damn ho, here we go again\nLight as a rock, bitch, hard as a cock, bitch\nThis shit knock for blocks through hardtops\nIn the parking lots\nWhere my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\nMy Brooklyn style speak for itself\nLike a wrestler, another notch under my belt\nThe embezzler, chrome treasurer\nThe U-N-O competitor\nI'm ten steps ahead of ya\nI'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit\nComin' in this game on some modeling shit\nBitches suck cock just to get to the top\nI put a hundred percent in every line I drop\nIt's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\nQueensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P\nWhat!\nY'all wish I lived the life I live\nAyo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn, uhh, uhh\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\nI need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\nYo, rock that shit\nThat real life shit\nMakes bitches wanna thug it\nMakes the projects love it\nWe come through like, fuck it\nY'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\nInfamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\nAt the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\nIt's gangster how we rock, while you watch\nAttracted to our style, this is how we get down\nWith big jewelry and big guns\nWe get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\nTwist niggas fronting, get to running\nFore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\nM-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\nWhen my niggas step in the place\nDamn, you gotta love it\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nYo, it's the real shit\nShit to make you feel shit\nThump 'em in the club shit\nHave you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\nDrugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\nHave a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\nIt's the real\nHah, it's the real baby\nHip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Quiet Storm (remix)\n artist: Mobb Deep feat. Lil’ Kim\n album: 'In Too Deep: Music From the Dimension Motion Picture'\n duration_ms: 244276\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n In broad daylight get right.\n Just been through it all man\n Blood, sweat, and tears\n Niggas is dead and shit\n What the fuck else can happen yo?\n I don't think much more son, word to mother yo\n We done seen it all, and been through it all yo\n Let y'all niggas know right now\n Word to mother for real, for real\n Queen Bee baby, that shit is the truth\n Lil' Kim, B.I.G\n\n Yo, blowin' niggas with rusty-ass German things\n Keepin' it thorough is our motherfuckin' claim to fame\n Throw on your wetsuit, when it rains it pours and all\n Hit 'em with the four\n Don't even know him from a hole in the wall\n Get at me, niggas wanna clap me\n Snitches wanna rat me? Put it right where they back be\n Keep my Dunns close to me, enemies even closer\n Sendin' kites with the Motorolas, yo\n Give 'em the cold shoulder with a hollow-tip to match\n Bad apple outta the batch, obsessed with gats\n Since a little dude, eating niggas food buck-fifty's\n Niggas can kill me but they comin' wit me\n How about that, send the Queen Bee to attack\n Only a fly bitch like that can leave em relaxed\n Rock 'em to sleep, make 'em think the drama is dead\n Yo, I smile up in your face though I'm plottin' instead(uhh, uhh)\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Hot damn ho, here we go again\n Light as a rock, bitch, hard as a cock, bitch\n This shit knock for blocks through hardtops\n In the parking lots\n Where my nigga Roc like to spark-a-lot\n My Brooklyn style speak for itself\n Like a wrestler, another notch under my belt\n The embezzler, chrome treasurer\n The U-N-O competitor\n I'm ten steps ahead of ya\n I'm a leader, y'all on some followin' shit\n Comin' in this game on some modeling shit\n Bitches suck cock just to get to the top\n I put a hundred percent in every line I drop\n It's the Q to the B, with the M-O, B-B\n Queensbridge Brooklyn and we D-double-E-P\n What!\n Y'all wish I lived the life I live\n Ayo Prodigy, tell 'em what this is Dunn, uhh, uhh\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit\n I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline\n Yo, rock that shit\n That real life shit\n Makes bitches wanna thug it\n Makes the projects love it\n We come through like, fuck it\n Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it\n Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait\n At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost\n It's gangster how we rock, while you watch\n Attracted to our style, this is how we get down\n With big jewelry and big guns\n We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody\n Twist niggas fronting, get to running\n Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping\n M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping\n When my niggas step in the place\n Damn, you gotta love it\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n Yo, it's the real shit\n Shit to make you feel shit\n Thump 'em in the club shit\n Have you wilding out (hip-hop, hip-hop...) when you bump this\n Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut\n Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough\n\n It's the real\n Hah, it's the real baby\n Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop.\n"}]