[{"id":1031060,"name":"Beef","trackName":"Beef","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"King's Disease III","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like y'all can't do nothin' without me\nEverything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\nAnd mess everything up\nWhy y'all always let me win?\nUh\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls?\nI'm everywhere in the hearts of men\nJealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans\nI'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks\nThe arguments between the women in the crab leg spots\nThat behind the back shit complex and multifaceted\nLesson to the real, I be decimal subtracting shit\nThe devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius\nHave him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience\nWhen empires fall over women, I am the reason\nUSA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em\nI'm the words that get misinterpreted\nI'm the get back, I'm the first to hit\nI'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises\nI am your nemesis\nParents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist\nBut I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance\nI'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich\nGet around me\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question why do I always come to take souls\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\nI'm the invasion of personal space\nFake smiles on your face, just servin' 'em hate\nAll that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\nI been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\nThe energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\nTake his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\nEverybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\nI'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\nI'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\nThe grimiest places is my natural habitat\nIn all the jails and all the parties I be\nDrive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\nThat's the type of shit they try to pin to me\nTragic situations give me my identity\nThen beef, cut off the fat, add sizzle and grease\nLove to many deceased over me\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold (Beef)\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls?\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\nPeople got me in some shit everyday\nOver this, over that\nOver nothing, over something\nEither way, it's on\nWhy it's always gotta be resortin' to me?\nI ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see\nPeople drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds\nRumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead\nBy the time you hear what somebody said\nIt's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse\nNow you all stressed out\nYou wish you got it straightened out\nBut it's too far gone\nFrom \"Who Shot Ya?\" to \"Hit 'Em Up,\" the 2Pac song","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.57] It's like y'all can't do nothin' without me\n[00:04.90] Everything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\n[00:07.58] And mess everything up\n[00:09.46] Why y'all always let me win?\n[00:11.63] Uh\n[00:12.56] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[00:14.77] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[00:17.46] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[00:20.08] Some question, why do I always come to take souls?\n[00:22.49] I'm everywhere in the hearts of men\n[00:24.42] Jealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans\n[00:27.16] I'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks\n[00:30.53] The arguments between the women in the crab leg spots\n[00:33.19] That behind the back shit complex and multifaceted\n[00:35.70] Lesson to the real, I be decimal subtracting shit\n[00:38.84] The devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius\n[00:41.15] Have him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience\n[00:43.73] When empires fall over women, I am the reason\n[00:46.30] USA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em\n[00:48.88] I'm the words that get misinterpreted\n[00:50.30] I'm the get back, I'm the first to hit\n[00:52.44] I'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises\n[00:54.74] I am your nemesis\n[00:56.21] Parents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist\n[00:58.60] But I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance\n[01:01.00] I'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich\n[01:04.13] Get around me\n[01:04.70] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[01:06.89] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[01:09.52] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[01:11.94] Some question why do I always come to take souls\n[01:14.53] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[01:17.23] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[01:20.03] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[01:22.45] Some question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n[01:25.28] I'm the invasion of personal space\n[01:27.61] Fake smiles on your face, just servin' 'em hate\n[01:30.36] All that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\n[01:33.08] I been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\n[01:35.53] The energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\n[01:38.28] Take his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\n[01:40.93] Everybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\n[01:43.51] I'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\n[01:46.01] I'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\n[01:48.41] The grimiest places is my natural habitat\n[01:51.22] In all the jails and all the parties I be\n[01:53.71] Drive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\n[01:56.11] That's the type of shit they try to pin to me\n[01:58.97] Tragic situations give me my identity\n[02:01.64] Then beef, cut off the fat, add sizzle and grease\n[02:04.56] Love to many deceased over me\n[02:07.36] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold (Beef)\n[02:09.99] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[02:12.23] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[02:14.81] Some question, why do I always come to take souls?\n[02:17.35] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[02:19.95] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[02:22.63] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[02:25.13] Some question, why do I always come to take souls? 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(Take souls)\n  I'm the invasion of personal space\n  Fake smiles on your face, just servin' 'em hate\n  All that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\n  I been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\n  The energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\n  Take his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\n  Everybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\n  I'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\n  I'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\n  The grimiest places is my natural habitat\n  In all the jails and all the parties I be\n  Drive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\n  That's the type of shit they try to pin to me\n  Tragic situations give me my identity\n  Then beef, cut off the fat, add sizzle and grease\n  Love to many deceased over me\n  I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold (Beef)\n  Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n  Beef is my name, my story is age old\n  Some question, why do I always come to take souls?\n  I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n  Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n  Beef is my name, my story is age old\n  Some question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n  People got me in some shit everyday\n  Over this, over that\n  Over nothing, over something\n  Either way, it's on\n  Why it's always gotta be resortin' to me?\n  I ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see\n  People drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds\n  Rumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead\n  By the time you hear what somebody said\n  It's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse\n  Now you all stressed out\n  You wish you got it straightened out\n  But it's too far gone\n  From \"Who Shot Ya?\" to \"Hit 'Em Up,\" the 2Pac song\n"},{"id":31083985,"name":"Beef","trackName":"Beef","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"King's Desease |||","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like y'all can't do nothin' without me\nEverything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\nAnd mess everything up\nWhy y'all always let me win?\nUh\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls?\nI'm everywhere in the hearts of men\nJealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans\nI'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks\nThe arguments between the women in the crab leg spots\nThat behind the back shit complex and multifaceted\nLesson to the real, I be decimal subtracting shit\nThe devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius\nHave him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience\nWhen empires fall over women, I am the reason\nUSA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em\nI'm the words that get misinterpreted\nI'm the get back, I'm the first to hit\nI'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises\nI am your nemesis\nParents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist\nBut I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance\nI'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich\nGet around me\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question why do I always come to take souls\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\nI'm the invasion of personal space\nFake smiles on your face, just servin' 'em hate\nAll that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\nI been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\nThe energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\nTake his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\nEverybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\nI'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\nI'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\nThe grimiest places is my natural habitat\nIn all the jails and all the parties I be\nDrive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\nThat's the type of shit they try to pin to me\nTragic situations give me my identity\nThen beef, cut off the fat, add sizzle and grease\nLove to many deceased over me\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold (Beef)\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls?\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSome question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\nPeople got me in some shit everyday\nOver this, over that\nOver nothing, over something\nEither way, it's on\nWhy it's always gotta be resortin' to me?\nI ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see\nPeople drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds\nRumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead\nBy the time you hear what somebody said\nIt's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse\nNow you all stressed out\nYou wish you got it straightened out\nBut it's too far gone\nFrom \"Who Shot Ya?\" to \"Hit 'Em Up,\" the 2Pac song","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.57] It's like y'all can't do nothin' without me\n[00:04.90] Everything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\n[00:07.58] And mess everything up\n[00:09.46] Why y'all always let me win?\n[00:11.63] Uh\n[00:12.56] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[00:14.77] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[00:17.46] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[00:20.08] Some question, why do I always come to take souls?\n[00:22.49] I'm everywhere in the hearts of men\n[00:24.42] Jealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans\n[00:27.16] I'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks\n[00:30.53] The arguments between the women in the crab leg spots\n[00:33.19] That behind the back shit complex and multifaceted\n[00:35.70] Lesson to the real, I be decimal subtracting shit\n[00:38.84] The devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius\n[00:41.15] Have him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience\n[00:43.73] When empires fall over women, I am the reason\n[00:46.30] USA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em\n[00:48.88] I'm the words that get misinterpreted\n[00:50.30] I'm the get back, I'm the first to hit\n[00:52.44] I'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises\n[00:54.74] I am your nemesis\n[00:56.21] Parents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist\n[00:58.60] But I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance\n[01:01.00] I'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich\n[01:04.13] Get around me\n[01:04.70] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[01:06.89] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[01:09.52] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[01:11.94] Some question why do I always come to take souls\n[01:14.53] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[01:17.23] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[01:20.03] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[01:22.45] Some question, why do I always come to take souls? 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(Take souls)\n  I'm the invasion of personal space\n  Fake smiles on your face, just servin' 'em hate\n  All that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\n  I been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\n  The energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\n  Take his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\n  Everybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\n  I'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\n  I'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\n  The grimiest places is my natural habitat\n  In all the jails and all the parties I be\n  Drive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\n  That's the type of shit they try to pin to me\n  Tragic situations give me my identity\n  Then beef, cut off the fat, add sizzle and grease\n  Love to many deceased over me\n  I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold (Beef)\n  Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n  Beef is my name, my story is age old\n  Some question, why do I always come to take souls?\n  I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n  Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n  Beef is my name, my story is age old\n  Some question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n  People got me in some shit everyday\n  Over this, over that\n  Over nothing, over something\n  Either way, it's on\n  Why it's always gotta be resortin' to me?\n  I ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see\n  People drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds\n  Rumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead\n  By the time you hear what somebody said\n  It's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse\n  Now you all stressed out\n  You wish you got it straightened out\n  But it's too far gone\n  From \"Who Shot Ya?\" to \"Hit 'Em Up,\" the 2Pac song\n"},{"id":29498013,"name":"15 Beef","trackName":"15 Beef","artistName":"Nas","albumName":"‎King's Disease III","duration":185.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's like y'all can't do nothing\nEverything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\nAnd mess everything up\nWhy y'all always let me win? Uh\n\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSo question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n\nI'm everywhere in the hearts of men\nJealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans\nI'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks\nThe arguments between the women in the crab leg spots\nThat behind the back shit complex and multifaceted\nLesson to the real, I be decimal, subtracting shit\nThe devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius\nHave him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience\nWhen empires fall over women, I am the reason\n\nUSA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em\nI'm the words that get misinterpreted\nI'm the get back, I'm the first to hit\nI'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises (lurkin' on your premises)\nI am your nemesis\nParents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist\nBut I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance\nI'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich\nGet around me\n\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSo question, why do I always come to take souls?\n\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSo question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n\nI'm the invasion of personal space\nFake smiles on your face, just serving' 'em hate\nAll that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me\nI been here before the Bible it's murder I speak\nThe energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets\nTake his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please\nEverybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's\nI'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at\n\nI'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that\nThe grimiest places is my natural habitat\nIn all the jails and all the parties I be\nDrive-bys with kids that killed accidentally\nThat's the type of shit they try to pin to me\nTragic situations give me my identity\nThe beef cut off the fat, that sizzle in grease\nLove to many deceased over me\n\nI be (beef) tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSo question, why do I always come to take souls?\n\nI be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\nAnother body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\nBeef is my name, my story is age old\nSo question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls)\n\nPeople got me in some shit everyday\nOver this, over that\nOver nothing, over something\nEither way\nIt's on\n\nWhy it's always gotta be resortin' to me?\nI ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see\nPeople drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds\nRumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead\nBy the time you hear what somebody said\nIt's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse\nNow you all stressed out\nYou wish you got it straightened out\nBut it's too far gone\nFrom \"Who Shot Ya?\" to \"Hit Em Up\" to 2Pac's song","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.53] It's like y'all can't do nothing\n[00:05.49] Everything be going good, but then y'all pull me in\n[00:08.59] And mess everything up\n[00:10.19] Why y'all always let me win? Uh\n[00:12.86] I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n[00:15.26] Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n[00:18.03] Beef is my name, my story is age old\n[00:20.54] So question, why do I always come to take souls? 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Uh\n\n  I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold\n  Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes?\n  Beef is my name, my story is age old\n  So question, why do I always come to take souls? 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friend\nMurdering, numbers on your head while I'm burglaring\nShank is serving 'em, what's up to all my niggas swerving in\nNew York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse\n\nShoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watching us\nMad man my sanity is going like an hourglass\nGun inside my bad hand I sliced trying to bag grams\nI got hoes that used to milk you, niggas who could've killed you\nIs down with my ill crew of psychos\nNas Escobar moving on your weak production\nPumping corruption in the Third World we just busting\n\nHold up and analyze the wildcat's slang cracks\nThey swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's\nPlaying corners glancing all up in your cornea\nCorner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya\nBut late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe\nIt's only right, feeling higher than an airplane right\n\nWord yo, I want to get this money then blow\nTake my time, blast a nine, if you front you go\nSip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons\nShaolin, and Queensbridge we robbing niggas for fun\nBut still, write my will out to my seeds then build\nMahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill\n\nAs time goes by, an eye for an eye\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\nSo long as the sun shines to light up the sky\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\nAs time goes by, an eye for an eye\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\nSo long as the sun shines to light up the sky\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\n\nUh, laid back, word up\nJus' bless 'em with the bulletproof\nMobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation\nFor yo nation, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.69] As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n[00:14.66] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[00:17.18] So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n[00:20.08] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[00:22.72] As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n[00:25.72] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[00:28.57] So long as the sun shines to light up 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trying to knock me and lock me\nBut I'll be on the low sipping Asti Spumante\n\nNiggas try to creep on the side of my Jeep\nStuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep\nOver a three-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah\nBut keep letting them small things slide and be a failure\nIf I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya\nThe world is ours and your team's inferior\nYou wanna bust caps I get all up in your area\nKidnap your children make the situation scarier\n\nLife is a gamble, we scramble for money\nI might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny\nI'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy\nPlus the outcome turns out to be lovely\nGot G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze\nPush back the sunroof, let the cold air breeze\nThrough the butter soft leather upholstery\nBut mostly, keep the gat closely 'cause niggas wanna toast me\n\nA-yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences\nCount all my blessings, add up my weapons\nCock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose\nSling do my thing organize fiend servants\nTrying to make a mil is stress you know the deal\nSo we sling krills, get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real\n'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi\nSipping bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi\nTry to infiltrate my fort get caught\n\nDead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts\nGet your life lost never found again my friend\nMission completed, watch you drop in less than ten\nOn my road to the riches, hitting snitches off with mad stitches\nYour last resting place'll be a ditch kid\nNo one can stop me, try your style's sloppy\nYou want to be me, you're just an imitation copy\nMy theme is all about making the green\nLiving up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably\n\nAs time goes by, an eye for an eye\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\nSo long as the sun shines to light up the sky\nWe in this together son your beef is mines\n\nA drug dealer's dream\nStash 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with a crack pipe\n[03:37.70] It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane right\n[03:40.69] Word yo, I want to get this money then blow\n[03:43.25] Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go\n[03:46.08] Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons\n[03:48.99] Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbing niggas for fun\n[03:51.55] But still, write my will out to my seeds then build\n[03:54.54] Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill\n[03:57.74] As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n[04:00.44] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[04:03.24] So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n[04:06.08] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[04:08.84] As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n[04:11.61] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[04:14.77] So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n[04:17.32] We in this together son your beef is mines\n[04:20.23] Uh, laid back, word up\n[04:25.84] Jus' bless 'em with the bulletproof\n[04:28.56] Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef 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together son your beef is mines\n  So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n\n  Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list\n  Know wha'mean, Hav, situation like this\n  Another war story from a thirsty young hustler\n  Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse\n  For the cops to discover, while I be dipping in the Range Rover\n  All jewelled like Liberace\n  You watch me while Jake's trying to knock me and lock me\n  But I'll be on the low sipping Asti Spumante\n\n  Niggas try to creep on the side of my Jeep\n  Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep\n  Over a three-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah\n  But keep letting them small things slide and be a failure\n  If I'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya\n  The world is ours and your team's inferior\n  You wanna bust caps I get all up in your area\n  Kidnap your children make the situation scarier\n\n  Life is a gamble, we scramble for money\n  I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny\n  I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy\n  Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely\n  Got G's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze\n  Push back the sunroof, let the cold air breeze\n  Through the butter soft leather upholstery\n  But mostly, keep the gat closely 'cause niggas wanna toast me\n\n  A-yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences\n  Count all my blessings, add up my weapons\n  Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose\n  Sling do my thing organize fiend servants\n  Trying to make a mil is stress you know the deal\n  So we sling krills, get your cap peeled, 'cause everything is real\n  'Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi\n  Sipping bubbly with my fingers on the Uzi\n  Try to infiltrate my fort get caught\n\n  Dead up in New York, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts\n  Get your life lost never found again my friend\n  Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten\n  On my road to the riches, hitting snitches off with mad stitches\n  Your last resting place'll be a ditch kid\n  No one can stop me, try your style's sloppy\n  You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy\n  My theme is all about making the green\n  Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably\n\n  As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n  So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n\n  A drug dealer's dream\n  Stash CREAM keys on a triple beam\n  Five hundred SL green, ninety-five nickle gleam\n  Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman\n  Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend\n  Murdering, numbers on your head while I'm burglaring\n  Shank is serving 'em, what's up to all my niggas swerving in\n  New York metropolis, the Bridge brings apocalypse\n\n  Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watching us\n  Mad man my sanity is going like an hourglass\n  Gun inside my bad hand I sliced trying to bag grams\n  I got hoes that used to milk you, niggas who could've killed you\n  Is down with my ill crew of psychos\n  Nas Escobar moving on your weak production\n  Pumping corruption in the Third World we just busting\n\n  Hold up and analyze the wildcat's slang cracks\n  They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's\n  Playing corners glancing all up in your cornea\n  Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya\n  But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe\n  It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane right\n\n  Word yo, I want to get this money then blow\n  Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go\n  Sip beers, the German ones, hand my guns to sons\n  Shaolin, and Queensbridge we robbing niggas for fun\n  But still, write my will out to my seeds then build\n  Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill\n\n  As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n  So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n  As time goes by, an eye for an eye\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n  So long as the sun shines to light up the sky\n  We in this together son your beef is mines\n\n  Uh, laid back, word up\n  Jus' bless 'em with the bulletproof\n  Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation\n  For yo nation, yeah\n"}]