[{"id":26851178,"name":"Numerical Slaughter","trackName":"Numerical Slaughter","artistName":"Papoose, Dj Premier","albumName":"Underrated","duration":167.157551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\nMy man Papoose is back\nTo make history again\nCheck it, I'ma scream out the numbers\nAnd he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\nThis is Numercial Slaughter\nYo Pap, let's go\n\nOne!\nTo keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\nYou only live once,\nGod gave you one life\nI caught one felony,\nCommitted one crime\nI was on 1st Street,\nDuckin' from the one-time\nIt's only one light,\nOne king, one sun\nOne lead, love's gonna get you\nKRS-One'd\n\nTwo!\nI had to run from two cops,\nFor two blocks, it's too hot\nHand on my twenty-two,\nListening to 2Pac\nI'm now a two time felon,\nTwo thorough, two llamas\nHad to quit my ex girl\n'aCuse she was a two timer\nTwo in your lower body,\nTwo in your upper\nOne time a lollipop,\nTwo time's a sucker\n\nThree!\nBust three checks,\nThey gon' clear in three days\nYou was talkin' bout me,\nYou ain't know they let me listen\nOn a three-way\nHe had a three-pound\nWhen he caught his third strike\nHe a three time loser,\nThey gave him a three to life\n\nFour!\nForty-four magnum,\nForty caliber handgun\nSippin' a forty ounce of beer,\nHang where you can't come\nTwin forty cal's on my waist,\nI'm a thug\nI got two forties on me\nLike the forty-forty club\n\nFive!\nFive boroughs of death,\nYou don't understand\nDon't give me a five\nIf you ain't my man\nThey taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\nI'm like, \"Wow\"\nFive shots couldn't drop her,\nShe took it and smiled\nA couple of my homeboys rep that five\nThey throw it up,\nGive you five on a black hand side\nIf my fam got a problem,\nI'ma ride, I'll be there like\nJackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\nSix!\nWe could build on a 6 God\nSix stands for equality,\nThat's if you swift, God\nHead cracked you at the dice game,\nI rolled a six, y'all\nFuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\nYou sold your soul to the Devil\nSo it's hard to compete\nYou reppin' 6-6-6,\nThat's the mark of the beast\n\nSeven!\nThey say seven's a lucky a number\nBut we been sufferin'\nSeven winters and six summers\nIn a sprinter with seven shooters,\nThe seven seater\nNiggas is snitchin',\nThey be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\nCaught him slippin' at the 7-11\nAnd did him dirty\nTry to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\nEight!\nLast night I ate on the block,\nMade eight licks\nLast customer who got on my nerves\nGot eighty-six\nCross me, get your food ate,\nCrow Papoose\nMessin' with me'll get you ate,\nLike four times two\nNine!\nTravel with the nine on my side since '99\nWide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\nThe greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\nI got 99 problems,\nAnd a bitch ain't one\nIf the G don't get you,\nThe nine will, I'm the king\nNines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\nYo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\nNow go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\nI was a tenant in them tenements\nHad hustling tendencies\nHold up!\nTen niggas doubt me like Memphis,\nThat's somethin' Tennessee\nHold up,\nHold up, wait a minute\nTen AM to Ten PM,\nTen toes down\nHold up, Pap\nYo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\nWe gon' save that for your next album\nPapoose comin' soon\n(Comin' soon)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.60] You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n[00:05.49] My man Papoose is back\n[00:07.16] To make history again\n[00:09.84] Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n[00:12.29] And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n[00:15.29] This is Numercial Slaughter\n[00:17.13] Yo Pap, let's go\n[00:19.61] One!\n[00:20.16] To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n[00:22.79] You only live once,\n[00:23.77] God gave you one life\n[00:25.29] I caught one felony,\n[00:26.44] Committed one crime\n[00:27.70] I was on 1st Street,\n[00:28.91] Duckin' from the one-time\n[00:30.39] It's only one light,\n[00:31.31] One king, one sun\n[00:32.72] One lead, love's gonna get you\n[00:34.10] KRS-One'd\n[00:35.13] Two!\n[00:35.25] I had to run from two cops,\n[00:36.20] For two blocks, it's too hot\n[00:37.72] Hand on my twenty-two,\n[00:38.92] Listening to 2Pac\n[00:40.15] I'm now a two time felon,\n[00:41.42] Two thorough, two llamas\n[00:42.86] Had to quit my ex girl\n[00:44.10] 'aCuse she was a two timer\n[00:45.49] Two in your lower body,\n[00:46.85] Two in your upper\n[00:47.88] One time a lollipop,\n[00:49.19] Two time's a sucker\n[00:50.15] Three!\n[00:50.44] Bust three checks,\n[00:51.34] They gon' clear in three days\n[00:52.64] You was talkin' bout me,\n[00:53.44] You ain't know they let me listen\n[00:54.78] On a three-way\n[00:55.54] He had a three-pound\n[00:56.61] When he caught his third strike\n[00:58.07] He a three time loser,\n[00:59.12] They gave him a three to life\n[01:00.62] Four!\n[01:00.64] Forty-four magnum,\n[01:01.76] Forty caliber handgun\n[01:03.27] Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n[01:04.80] Hang where you can't come\n[01:05.89] Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n[01:07.42] I'm a thug\n[01:08.03] I got two forties on me\n[01:09.29] Like the forty-forty club\n[01:10.48] Five!\n[01:10.60] Five boroughs of death,\n[01:12.10] You don't understand\n[01:13.26] Don't give me a five\n[01:14.33] If you ain't my man\n[01:15.46] They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n[01:17.32] I'm like, \"Wow\"\n[01:18.26] Five shots couldn't drop her,\n[01:19.55] She took it and smiled\n[01:20.89] A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n[01:23.07] They throw it up,\n[01:23.86] Give you five on a black hand side\n[01:25.77] If my fam got a problem,\n[01:26.96] I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n[01:28.32] Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n[01:30.61] Six!\n[01:31.05] We could build on a 6 God\n[01:32.84] Six stands for equality,\n[01:33.98] That's if you swift, God\n[01:35.35] Head cracked you at the dice game,\n[01:36.69] I rolled a six, y'all\n[01:37.82] Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n[01:40.78] You sold your soul to the Devil\n[01:42.03] So it's hard to compete\n[01:43.28] You reppin' 6-6-6,\n[01:44.55] That's the mark of the beast\n[01:45.73] Seven!\n[01:46.27] They say seven's a lucky a number\n[01:48.07] But we been sufferin'\n[01:48.85] Seven winters and six summers\n[01:50.66] In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n[01:52.06] The seven seater\n[01:53.15] Niggas is snitchin',\n[01:53.96] They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n[01:55.52] Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n[01:57.09] And did him dirty\n[01:58.03] Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n[02:00.75] Eight!\n[02:01.24] Last night I ate on the block,\n[02:02.78] Made eight licks\n[02:03.63] Last customer who got on my nerves\n[02:05.32] Got eighty-six\n[02:06.24] Cross me, get your food ate,\n[02:07.40] Crow Papoose\n[02:08.58] Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n[02:09.87] Like four times two\n[02:11.02] Nine!\n[02:11.43] Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n[02:14.02] Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n[02:16.51] The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n[02:18.79] I got 99 problems,\n[02:20.01] And a bitch ain't one\n[02:21.23] If the G don't get you,\n[02:22.37] The nine will, I'm the king\n[02:24.15] Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n[02:26.72] Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n[02:29.32] Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n[02:31.19] I was a tenant in them tenements\n[02:32.79] Had hustling tendencies\n[02:34.10] Hold up!\n[02:34.23] Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n[02:35.56] That's somethin' Tennessee\n[02:36.56] Hold up,\n[02:36.89] Hold up, wait a minute\n[02:37.32] Ten AM to Ten PM,\n[02:37.99] Ten toes down\n[02:38.69] Hold up, Pap\n[02:39.16] Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n[02:39.83] We gon' save that for your next album\n[02:41.64] Papoose comin' soon\n[02:44.54] (Comin' soon)\n[02:44.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numerical Slaughter\n artist: Papoose, Dj Premier\n album: 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Ten PM,\n start_ms: 157320\n end_ms: 157990\n- text: Ten toes down\n start_ms: 157990\n end_ms: 158690\n- text: Hold up, Pap\n start_ms: 158690\n end_ms: 159160\n- text: Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n start_ms: 159160\n end_ms: 159830\n- text: We gon' save that for your next album\n start_ms: 159830\n end_ms: 161640\n- text: Papoose comin' soon\n start_ms: 161640\n end_ms: 164540\n- text: (Comin' soon)\n start_ms: 164540\n end_ms: 164600\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 164600\nplain: |-\n You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n My man Papoose is back\n To make history again\n Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n This is Numercial Slaughter\n Yo Pap, let's go\n\n One!\n To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n You only live once,\n God gave you one life\n I caught one felony,\n Committed one crime\n I was on 1st Street,\n Duckin' from the one-time\n It's only one light,\n One king, one sun\n One lead, love's gonna get you\n KRS-One'd\n\n Two!\n I had to run from two cops,\n For two blocks, it's too hot\n Hand on my twenty-two,\n Listening to 2Pac\n I'm now a two time felon,\n Two thorough, two llamas\n Had to quit my ex girl\n 'aCuse she was a two timer\n Two in your lower body,\n Two in your upper\n One time a lollipop,\n Two time's a sucker\n\n Three!\n Bust three checks,\n They gon' clear in three days\n You was talkin' bout me,\n You ain't know they let me listen\n On a three-way\n He had a three-pound\n When he caught his third strike\n He a three time loser,\n They gave him a three to life\n\n Four!\n Forty-four magnum,\n Forty caliber handgun\n Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n Hang where you can't come\n Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n I'm a thug\n I got two forties on me\n Like the forty-forty club\n\n Five!\n Five boroughs of death,\n You don't understand\n Don't give me a five\n If you ain't my man\n They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n I'm like, \"Wow\"\n Five shots couldn't drop her,\n She took it and smiled\n A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n They throw it up,\n Give you five on a black hand side\n If my fam got a problem,\n I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\n Six!\n We could build on a 6 God\n Six stands for equality,\n That's if you swift, God\n Head cracked you at the dice game,\n I rolled a six, y'all\n Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n You sold your soul to the Devil\n So it's hard to compete\n You reppin' 6-6-6,\n That's the mark of the beast\n\n Seven!\n They say seven's a lucky a number\n But we been sufferin'\n Seven winters and six summers\n In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n The seven seater\n Niggas is snitchin',\n They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n And did him dirty\n Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\n Eight!\n Last night I ate on the block,\n Made eight licks\n Last customer who got on my nerves\n Got eighty-six\n Cross me, get your food ate,\n Crow Papoose\n Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n Like four times two\n Nine!\n Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n I got 99 problems,\n And a bitch ain't one\n If the G don't get you,\n The nine will, I'm the king\n Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\n Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\n I was a tenant in them tenements\n Had hustling tendencies\n Hold up!\n Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n That's somethin' Tennessee\n Hold up,\n Hold up, wait a minute\n Ten AM to Ten PM,\n Ten toes down\n Hold up, Pap\n Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n We gon' save that for your next album\n Papoose comin' soon\n (Comin' soon)\n"},{"id":6003150,"name":"Numerical Slaughter","trackName":"Numerical Slaughter","artistName":"Papoose feat. DJ Premier","albumName":"Underrated","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\nMy man Papoose is back\nTo make history again\nCheck it, I'ma scream out the numbers\nAnd he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\nThis is Numercial Slaughter\nYo Pap, let's go\n\nOne!\nTo keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\nYou only live once,\nGod gave you one life\nI caught one felony,\nCommitted one crime\nI was on 1st Street,\nDuckin' from the one-time\nIt's only one light,\nOne king, one sun\nOne lead, love's gonna get you\nKRS-One'd\n\nTwo!\nI had to run from two cops,\nFor two blocks, it's too hot\nHand on my twenty-two,\nListening to 2Pac\nI'm now a two time felon,\nTwo thorough, two llamas\nHad to quit my ex girl\n'ACuse she was a two timer\nTwo in your lower body,\nTwo in your upper\nOne time a lollipop,\nTwo time's a sucker\n\nThree!\nBust three checks,\nThey gon' clear in three days\nYou was talkin' bout me,\nYou ain't know they let me listen\nOn a three-way\nHe had a three-pound\nWhen he caught his third strike\nHe a three time loser,\nThey gave him a three to life\n\nFour!\nForty-four magnum,\nForty caliber handgun\nSippin' a forty ounce of beer,\nHang where you can't come\nTwin forty cal's on my waist,\nI'm a thug\nI got two forties on me\nLike the forty-forty club\n\nFive!\nFive boroughs of death,\nYou don't understand\nDon't give me a five\nIf you ain't my man\nThey taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\nI'm like, \"Wow\"\nFive shots couldn't drop her,\nShe took it and smiled\nA couple of my homeboys rep that five\nThey throw it up,\nGive you five on a black hand side\nIf my fam got a problem,\nI'ma ride, I'll be there like\nJackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\nSix!\nWe could build on a 6 God\nSix stands for equality,\nThat's if you swift, God\nHead cracked you at the dice game,\nI rolled a six, y'all\nFuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\nYou sold your soul to the Devil\nSo it's hard to compete\nYou reppin' 6-6-6,\nThat's the mark of the beast\n\nSeven!\nThey say seven's a lucky a number\nBut we been sufferin'\nSeven winters and six summers\nIn a sprinter with seven shooters,\nThe seven seater\nNiggas is snitchin',\nThey be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\nCaught him slippin' at the 7-11\nAnd did him dirty\nTry to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\nEight!\nLast night I ate on the block,\nMade eight licks\nLast customer who got on my nerves\nGot eighty-six\nCross me, get your food ate,\nCrow Papoose\nMessin' with me'll get you ate,\nLike four times two\nNine!\nTravel with the nine on my side since '99\nWide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\nThe greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\nI got 99 problems,\nAnd a bitch ain't one\nIf the G don't get you,\nThe nine will, I'm the king\nNines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\nYo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\nNow go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\nI was a tenant in them tenements\nHad hustling tendencies\nHold up!\nTen niggas doubt me like Memphis,\nThat's somethin' Tennessee\nHold up,\nHold up, wait a minute\nTen AM to Ten PM,\nTen toes down\nHold up, Pap\nYo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\nWe gon' save that for your next album\nPapoose comin' soon\n(Comin' soon)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numerical Slaughter\n artist: Papoose feat. DJ Premier\n album: Underrated\n duration_ms: 167000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n My man Papoose is back\n To make history again\n Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n This is Numercial Slaughter\n Yo Pap, let's go\n\n One!\n To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n You only live once,\n God gave you one life\n I caught one felony,\n Committed one crime\n I was on 1st Street,\n Duckin' from the one-time\n It's only one light,\n One king, one sun\n One lead, love's gonna get you\n KRS-One'd\n\n Two!\n I had to run from two cops,\n For two blocks, it's too hot\n Hand on my twenty-two,\n Listening to 2Pac\n I'm now a two time felon,\n Two thorough, two llamas\n Had to quit my ex girl\n 'ACuse she was a two timer\n Two in your lower body,\n Two in your upper\n One time a lollipop,\n Two time's a sucker\n\n Three!\n Bust three checks,\n They gon' clear in three days\n You was talkin' bout me,\n You ain't know they let me listen\n On a three-way\n He had a three-pound\n When he caught his third strike\n He a three time loser,\n They gave him a three to life\n\n Four!\n Forty-four magnum,\n Forty caliber handgun\n Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n Hang where you can't come\n Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n I'm a thug\n I got two forties on me\n Like the forty-forty club\n\n Five!\n Five boroughs of death,\n You don't understand\n Don't give me a five\n If you ain't my man\n They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n I'm like, \"Wow\"\n Five shots couldn't drop her,\n She took it and smiled\n A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n They throw it up,\n Give you five on a black hand side\n If my fam got a problem,\n I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\n Six!\n We could build on a 6 God\n Six stands for equality,\n That's if you swift, God\n Head cracked you at the dice game,\n I rolled a six, y'all\n Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n You sold your soul to the Devil\n So it's hard to compete\n You reppin' 6-6-6,\n That's the mark of the beast\n\n Seven!\n They say seven's a lucky a number\n But we been sufferin'\n Seven winters and six summers\n In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n The seven seater\n Niggas is snitchin',\n They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n And did him dirty\n Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\n Eight!\n Last night I ate on the block,\n Made eight licks\n Last customer who got on my nerves\n Got eighty-six\n Cross me, get your food ate,\n Crow Papoose\n Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n Like four times two\n Nine!\n Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n I got 99 problems,\n And a bitch ain't one\n If the G don't get you,\n The nine will, I'm the king\n Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\n Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\n I was a tenant in them tenements\n Had hustling tendencies\n Hold up!\n Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n That's somethin' Tennessee\n Hold up,\n Hold up, wait a minute\n Ten AM to Ten PM,\n Ten toes down\n Hold up, Pap\n Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n We gon' save that for your next album\n Papoose comin' soon\n (Comin' soon)\n"},{"id":6003151,"name":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","trackName":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Underrated","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\nMy man Papoose is back\nTo make history again\nCheck it, I'ma scream out the numbers\nAnd he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\nThis is Numercial Slaughter\nYo Pap, let's go\n\nOne!\nTo keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\nYou only live once,\nGod gave you one life\nI caught one felony,\nCommitted one crime\nI was on 1st Street,\nDuckin' from the one-time\nIt's only one light,\nOne king, one sun\nOne lead, love's gonna get you\nKRS-One'd\n\nTwo!\nI had to run from two cops,\nFor two blocks, it's too hot\nHand on my twenty-two,\nListening to 2Pac\nI'm now a two time felon,\nTwo thorough, two llamas\nHad to quit my ex girl\n'ACuse she was a two timer\nTwo in your lower body,\nTwo in your upper\nOne time a lollipop,\nTwo time's a sucker\n\nThree!\nBust three checks,\nThey gon' clear in three days\nYou was talkin' bout me,\nYou ain't know they let me listen\nOn a three-way\nHe had a three-pound\nWhen he caught his third strike\nHe a three time loser,\nThey gave him a three to life\n\nFour!\nForty-four magnum,\nForty caliber handgun\nSippin' a forty ounce of beer,\nHang where you can't come\nTwin forty cal's on my waist,\nI'm a thug\nI got two forties on me\nLike the forty-forty club\n\nFive!\nFive boroughs of death,\nYou don't understand\nDon't give me a five\nIf you ain't my man\nThey taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\nI'm like, \"Wow\"\nFive shots couldn't drop her,\nShe took it and smiled\nA couple of my homeboys rep that five\nThey throw it up,\nGive you five on a black hand side\nIf my fam got a problem,\nI'ma ride, I'll be there like\nJackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\nSix!\nWe could build on a 6 God\nSix stands for equality,\nThat's if you swift, God\nHead cracked you at the dice game,\nI rolled a six, y'all\nFuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\nYou sold your soul to the Devil\nSo it's hard to compete\nYou reppin' 6-6-6,\nThat's the mark of the beast\n\nSeven!\nThey say seven's a lucky a number\nBut we been sufferin'\nSeven winters and six summers\nIn a sprinter with seven shooters,\nThe seven seater\nNiggas is snitchin',\nThey be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\nCaught him slippin' at the 7-11\nAnd did him dirty\nTry to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\nEight!\nLast night I ate on the block,\nMade eight licks\nLast customer who got on my nerves\nGot eighty-six\nCross me, get your food ate,\nCrow Papoose\nMessin' with me'll get you ate,\nLike four times two\nNine!\nTravel with the nine on my side since '99\nWide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\nThe greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\nI got 99 problems,\nAnd a bitch ain't one\nIf the G don't get you,\nThe nine will, I'm the king\nNines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\nYo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\nNow go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\nI was a tenant in them tenements\nHad hustling tendencies\nHold up!\nTen niggas doubt me like Memphis,\nThat's somethin' Tennessee\nHold up,\nHold up, wait a minute\nTen AM to Ten PM,\nTen toes down\nHold up, Pap\nYo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\nWe gon' save that for your next album\nPapoose comin' soon\n(Comin' soon)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)\n artist: Papoose\n album: Underrated\n duration_ms: 167000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n My man Papoose is back\n To make history again\n Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n This is Numercial Slaughter\n Yo Pap, let's go\n\n One!\n To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n You only live once,\n God gave you one life\n I caught one felony,\n Committed one crime\n I was on 1st Street,\n Duckin' from the one-time\n It's only one light,\n One king, one sun\n One lead, love's gonna get you\n KRS-One'd\n\n Two!\n I had to run from two cops,\n For two blocks, it's too hot\n Hand on my twenty-two,\n Listening to 2Pac\n I'm now a two time felon,\n Two thorough, two llamas\n Had to quit my ex girl\n 'ACuse she was a two timer\n Two in your lower body,\n Two in your upper\n One time a lollipop,\n Two time's a sucker\n\n Three!\n Bust three checks,\n They gon' clear in three days\n You was talkin' bout me,\n You ain't know they let me listen\n On a three-way\n He had a three-pound\n When he caught his third strike\n He a three time loser,\n They gave him a three to life\n\n Four!\n Forty-four magnum,\n Forty caliber handgun\n Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n Hang where you can't come\n Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n I'm a thug\n I got two forties on me\n Like the forty-forty club\n\n Five!\n Five boroughs of death,\n You don't understand\n Don't give me a five\n If you ain't my man\n They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n I'm like, \"Wow\"\n Five shots couldn't drop her,\n She took it and smiled\n A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n They throw it up,\n Give you five on a black hand side\n If my fam got a problem,\n I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\n Six!\n We could build on a 6 God\n Six stands for equality,\n That's if you swift, God\n Head cracked you at the dice game,\n I rolled a six, y'all\n Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n You sold your soul to the Devil\n So it's hard to compete\n You reppin' 6-6-6,\n That's the mark of the beast\n\n Seven!\n They say seven's a lucky a number\n But we been sufferin'\n Seven winters and six summers\n In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n The seven seater\n Niggas is snitchin',\n They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n And did him dirty\n Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\n Eight!\n Last night I ate on the block,\n Made eight licks\n Last customer who got on my nerves\n Got eighty-six\n Cross me, get your food ate,\n Crow Papoose\n Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n Like four times two\n Nine!\n Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n I got 99 problems,\n And a bitch ain't one\n If the G don't get you,\n The nine will, I'm the king\n Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\n Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\n I was a tenant in them tenements\n Had hustling tendencies\n Hold up!\n Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n That's somethin' Tennessee\n Hold up,\n Hold up, wait a minute\n Ten AM to Ten PM,\n Ten toes down\n Hold up, Pap\n Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n We gon' save that for your next album\n Papoose comin' soon\n (Comin' soon)\n"},{"id":34932172,"name":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","trackName":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","artistName":"Papoose, DJ Premier","albumName":"Underrated","duration":169.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\nMy man Papoose is back\nTo make history again\nCheck it, I'ma scream out the numbers\nAnd he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\nThis is Numercial Slaughter\nYo Pap, let's go\n\nOne!\nTo keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\nYou only live once,\nGod gave you one life\nI caught one felony,\nCommitted one crime\nI was on 1st Street,\nDuckin' from the one-time\nIt's only one light,\nOne king, one sun\nOne lead, love's gonna get you\nKRS-One'd\n\nTwo!\nI had to run from two cops,\nFor two blocks, it's too hot\nHand on my twenty-two,\nListening to 2Pac\nI'm now a two time felon,\nTwo thorough, two llamas\nHad to quit my ex girl\n'aCuse she was a two timer\nTwo in your lower body,\nTwo in your upper\nOne time a lollipop,\nTwo time's a sucker\n\nThree!\nBust three checks,\nThey gon' clear in three days\nYou was talkin' bout me,\nYou ain't know they let me listen\nOn a three-way\nHe had a three-pound\nWhen he caught his third strike\nHe a three time loser,\nThey gave him a three to life\n\nFour!\nForty-four magnum,\nForty caliber handgun\nSippin' a forty ounce of beer,\nHang where you can't come\nTwin forty cal's on my waist,\nI'm a thug\nI got two forties on me\nLike the forty-forty club\n\nFive!\nFive boroughs of death,\nYou don't understand\nDon't give me a five\nIf you ain't my man\nThey taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\nI'm like, \"Wow\"\nFive shots couldn't drop her,\nShe took it and smiled\nA couple of my homeboys rep that five\nThey throw it up,\nGive you five on a black hand side\nIf my fam got a problem,\nI'ma ride, I'll be there like\nJackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\nSix!\nWe could build on a 6 God\nSix stands for equality,\nThat's if you swift, God\nHead cracked you at the dice game,\nI rolled a six, y'all\nFuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\nYou sold your soul to the Devil\nSo it's hard to compete\nYou reppin' 6-6-6,\nThat's the mark of the beast\n\nSeven!\nThey say seven's a lucky a number\nBut we been sufferin'\nSeven winters and six summers\nIn a sprinter with seven shooters,\nThe seven seater\nNiggas is snitchin',\nThey be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\nCaught him slippin' at the 7-11\nAnd did him dirty\nTry to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\nEight!\nLast night I ate on the block,\nMade eight licks\nLast customer who got on my nerves\nGot eighty-six\nCross me, get your food ate,\nCrow Papoose\nMessin' with me'll get you ate,\nLike four times two\nNine!\nTravel with the nine on my side since '99\nWide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\nThe greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\nI got 99 problems,\nAnd a bitch ain't one\nIf the G don't get you,\nThe nine will, I'm the king\nNines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\nYo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\nNow go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\nI was a tenant in them tenements\nHad hustling tendencies\nHold up!\nTen niggas doubt me like Memphis,\nThat's somethin' Tennessee\nHold up,\nHold up, wait a minute\nTen AM to Ten PM,\nTen toes down\nHold up, Pap\nYo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\nWe gon' save that for your next album\nPapoose comin' soon\n(Comin' soon)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.09] You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n[00:05.82] My man Papoose is back\n[00:08.68] To make history again\n[00:09.45] Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n[00:11.82] And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n[00:14.81] This is Numercial Slaughter\n[00:16.93] Yo Pap, let's go\n[00:18.70] One!\n[00:20.28] To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n[00:22.15] You only live once,\n[00:23.85] God gave you one life\n[00:24.92] I caught one felony,\n[00:26.55] Committed one crime\n[00:27.60] I was on 1st Street,\n[00:29.08] Duckin' from the one-time\n[00:30.06] It's only one light,\n[00:31.18] One king, one sun\n[00:32.24] One lead, love's gonna get you\n[00:34.18] KRS-One'd\n[00:35.23] Two!\n[00:36.66] I had to run from two cops,\n[00:37.46] For two blocks, it's too hot\n[00:38.21] Hand on my twenty-two,\n[00:39.36] Listening to 2Pac\n[00:40.15] I'm now a two time felon,\n[00:41.54] Two thorough, two llamas\n[00:42.88] Had to quit my ex girl\n[00:44.44] 'aCuse she was a two timer\n[00:45.90] Two in your lower body,\n[00:46.92] Two in your upper\n[00:47.95] One time a lollipop,\n[00:49.39] Two time's a sucker\n[00:50.45] Three!\n[00:50.93] Bust three checks,\n[00:52.03] They gon' clear in three days\n[00:53.19] You was talkin' bout me,\n[00:54.45] You ain't know they let me listen\n[00:55.26] On a three-way\n[00:56.18] He had a three-pound\n[00:56.93] When he caught his third strike\n[00:57.72] He a three time loser,\n[00:59.12] They gave him a three to life\n[01:00.45] Four!\n[01:01.27] Forty-four magnum,\n[01:02.33] Forty caliber handgun\n[01:03.42] Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n[01:04.73] Hang where you can't come\n[01:06.31] Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n[01:07.48] I'm a thug\n[01:08.83] I got two forties on me\n[01:09.94] Like the forty-forty club\n[01:10.73] Five!\n[01:11.89] Five boroughs of death,\n[01:12.35] You don't understand\n[01:13.29] Don't give me a five\n[01:14.25] If you ain't my man\n[01:15.69] They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n[01:16.98] I'm like, \"Wow\"\n[01:17.98] Five shots couldn't drop her,\n[01:19.38] She took it and smiled\n[01:20.41] A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n[01:22.33] They throw it up,\n[01:23.98] Give you five on a black hand side\n[01:25.56] If my fam got a problem,\n[01:26.76] I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n[01:27.82] Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n[01:29.25] Six!\n[01:31.93] We could build on a 6 God\n[01:33.28] Six stands for equality,\n[01:34.02] That's if you swift, God\n[01:35.45] Head cracked you at the dice game,\n[01:36.78] I rolled a six, y'all\n[01:38.13] Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n[01:39.80] You sold your soul to the Devil\n[01:41.86] So it's hard to compete\n[01:43.17] You reppin' 6-6-6,\n[01:44.22] That's the mark of the beast\n[01:45.38] Seven!\n[01:46.47] They say seven's a lucky a number\n[01:47.79] But we been sufferin'\n[01:49.11] Seven winters and six summers\n[01:50.70] In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n[01:52.12] The seven seater\n[01:53.19] Niggas is snitchin',\n[01:54.26] They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n[01:55.53] Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n[01:57.44] And did him dirty\n[01:58.25] Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n[02:00.10] Eight!\n[02:01.51] Last night I ate on the block,\n[02:02.64] Made eight licks\n[02:03.61] Last customer who got on my nerves\n[02:05.05] Got eighty-six\n[02:06.42] Cross me, get your food ate,\n[02:07.78] Crow Papoose\n[02:09.12] Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n[02:10.13] Like four times two\n[02:11.02] Nine!\n[02:12.34] Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n[02:13.42] Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n[02:16.15] The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n[02:18.89] I got 99 problems,\n[02:19.81] And a bitch ain't one\n[02:21.28] If the G don't get you,\n[02:23.19] The nine will, I'm the king\n[02:23.95] Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n[02:26.15] Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n[02:29.40] Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n[02:30.94] I was a tenant in them tenements\n[02:33.91] Had hustling tendencies\n[02:34.99] Hold up!\n[02:36.05] Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n[02:37.92] That's somethin' Tennessee\n[02:39.03] Hold up,\n[02:39.85] Hold up, wait a minute\n[02:41.18] Ten AM to Ten PM,\n[02:42.25] Ten toes down\n[02:42.88] Hold up, Pap\n[02:43.34] Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n[02:43.94] We gon' save that for your next album\n[02:44.20] Papoose comin' soon\n[02:44.79] (Comin' soon)\n[02:44.85] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numerical Slaughter (feat. 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159850\n end_ms: 161180\n- text: Ten AM to Ten PM,\n start_ms: 161180\n end_ms: 162250\n- text: Ten toes down\n start_ms: 162250\n end_ms: 162880\n- text: Hold up, Pap\n start_ms: 162880\n end_ms: 163340\n- text: Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n start_ms: 163340\n end_ms: 163940\n- text: We gon' save that for your next album\n start_ms: 163940\n end_ms: 164200\n- text: Papoose comin' soon\n start_ms: 164200\n end_ms: 164790\n- text: (Comin' soon)\n start_ms: 164790\n end_ms: 164850\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 164850\nplain: |-\n You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n My man Papoose is back\n To make history again\n Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n This is Numercial Slaughter\n Yo Pap, let's go\n\n One!\n To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n You only live once,\n God gave you one life\n I caught one felony,\n Committed one crime\n I was on 1st Street,\n Duckin' from the one-time\n It's only one light,\n One king, one sun\n One lead, love's gonna get you\n KRS-One'd\n\n Two!\n I had to run from two cops,\n For two blocks, it's too hot\n Hand on my twenty-two,\n Listening to 2Pac\n I'm now a two time felon,\n Two thorough, two llamas\n Had to quit my ex girl\n 'aCuse she was a two timer\n Two in your lower body,\n Two in your upper\n One time a lollipop,\n Two time's a sucker\n\n Three!\n Bust three checks,\n They gon' clear in three days\n You was talkin' bout me,\n You ain't know they let me listen\n On a three-way\n He had a three-pound\n When he caught his third strike\n He a three time loser,\n They gave him a three to life\n\n Four!\n Forty-four magnum,\n Forty caliber handgun\n Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n Hang where you can't come\n Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n I'm a thug\n I got two forties on me\n Like the forty-forty club\n\n Five!\n Five boroughs of death,\n You don't understand\n Don't give me a five\n If you ain't my man\n They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n I'm like, \"Wow\"\n Five shots couldn't drop her,\n She took it and smiled\n A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n They throw it up,\n Give you five on a black hand side\n If my fam got a problem,\n I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\n Six!\n We could build on a 6 God\n Six stands for equality,\n That's if you swift, God\n Head cracked you at the dice game,\n I rolled a six, y'all\n Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n You sold your soul to the Devil\n So it's hard to compete\n You reppin' 6-6-6,\n That's the mark of the beast\n\n Seven!\n They say seven's a lucky a number\n But we been sufferin'\n Seven winters and six summers\n In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n The seven seater\n Niggas is snitchin',\n They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n And did him dirty\n Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\n Eight!\n Last night I ate on the block,\n Made eight licks\n Last customer who got on my nerves\n Got eighty-six\n Cross me, get your food ate,\n Crow Papoose\n Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n Like four times two\n Nine!\n Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n I got 99 problems,\n And a bitch ain't one\n If the G don't get you,\n The nine will, I'm the king\n Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\n Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\n I was a tenant in them tenements\n Had hustling tendencies\n Hold up!\n Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n That's somethin' Tennessee\n Hold up,\n Hold up, wait a minute\n Ten AM to Ten PM,\n Ten toes down\n Hold up, Pap\n Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n We gon' save that for your next album\n Papoose comin' soon\n (Comin' soon)\n"},{"id":34932171,"name":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","trackName":"Numerical Slaughter (feat. DJ Premier)","artistName":"Papoose, DJ Premier","albumName":"Underrated","duration":166.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\nMy man Papoose is back\nTo make history again\nCheck it, I'ma scream out the numbers\nAnd he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\nThis is Numercial Slaughter\nYo Pap, let's go\n\nOne!\nTo keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\nYou only live once,\nGod gave you one life\nI caught one felony,\nCommitted one crime\nI was on 1st Street,\nDuckin' from the one-time\nIt's only one light,\nOne king, one sun\nOne lead, love's gonna get you\nKRS-One'd\n\nTwo!\nI had to run from two cops,\nFor two blocks, it's too hot\nHand on my twenty-two,\nListening to 2Pac\nI'm now a two time felon,\nTwo thorough, two llamas\nHad to quit my ex girl\n'aCuse she was a two timer\nTwo in your lower body,\nTwo in your upper\nOne time a lollipop,\nTwo time's a sucker\n\nThree!\nBust three checks,\nThey gon' clear in three days\nYou was talkin' bout me,\nYou ain't know they let me listen\nOn a three-way\nHe had a three-pound\nWhen he caught his third strike\nHe a three time loser,\nThey gave him a three to life\n\nFour!\nForty-four magnum,\nForty caliber handgun\nSippin' a forty ounce of beer,\nHang where you can't come\nTwin forty cal's on my waist,\nI'm a thug\nI got two forties on me\nLike the forty-forty club\n\nFive!\nFive boroughs of death,\nYou don't understand\nDon't give me a five\nIf you ain't my man\nThey taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\nI'm like, \"Wow\"\nFive shots couldn't drop her,\nShe took it and smiled\nA couple of my homeboys rep that five\nThey throw it up,\nGive you five on a black hand side\nIf my fam got a problem,\nI'ma ride, I'll be there like\nJackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\nSix!\nWe could build on a 6 God\nSix stands for equality,\nThat's if you swift, God\nHead cracked you at the dice game,\nI rolled a six, y'all\nFuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\nYou sold your soul to the Devil\nSo it's hard to compete\nYou reppin' 6-6-6,\nThat's the mark of the beast\n\nSeven!\nThey say seven's a lucky a number\nBut we been sufferin'\nSeven winters and six summers\nIn a sprinter with seven shooters,\nThe seven seater\nNiggas is snitchin',\nThey be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\nCaught him slippin' at the 7-11\nAnd did him dirty\nTry to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\nEight!\nLast night I ate on the block,\nMade eight licks\nLast customer who got on my nerves\nGot eighty-six\nCross me, get your food ate,\nCrow Papoose\nMessin' with me'll get you ate,\nLike four times two\nNine!\nTravel with the nine on my side since '99\nWide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\nThe greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\nI got 99 problems,\nAnd a bitch ain't one\nIf the G don't get you,\nThe nine will, I'm the king\nNines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\nYo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\nNow go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\nI was a tenant in them tenements\nHad hustling tendencies\nHold up!\nTen niggas doubt me like Memphis,\nThat's somethin' Tennessee\nHold up,\nHold up, wait a minute\nTen AM to Ten PM,\nTen toes down\nHold up, Pap\nYo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\nWe gon' save that for your next album\nPapoose comin' soon\n(Comin' soon)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.60] You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n[00:05.49] My man Papoose is back\n[00:07.16] To make history again\n[00:09.84] Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n[00:12.29] And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n[00:15.29] This is Numercial Slaughter\n[00:17.13] Yo Pap, let's go\n[00:19.61] One!\n[00:20.16] To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n[00:22.79] You only live once,\n[00:23.77] God gave you one life\n[00:25.29] I caught one felony,\n[00:26.44] Committed one crime\n[00:27.70] I was on 1st Street,\n[00:28.91] Duckin' from the one-time\n[00:30.39] It's only one light,\n[00:31.31] One king, one sun\n[00:32.72] One lead, love's gonna get you\n[00:34.10] KRS-One'd\n[00:35.13] Two!\n[00:35.25] I had to run from two cops,\n[00:36.20] For two blocks, it's too hot\n[00:37.72] Hand on my twenty-two,\n[00:38.92] Listening to 2Pac\n[00:40.15] I'm now a two time felon,\n[00:41.42] Two thorough, two llamas\n[00:42.86] Had to quit my ex girl\n[00:44.10] 'aCuse she was a two timer\n[00:45.49] Two in your lower body,\n[00:46.85] Two in your upper\n[00:47.88] One time a lollipop,\n[00:49.19] Two time's a sucker\n[00:50.15] Three!\n[00:50.44] Bust three checks,\n[00:51.34] They gon' clear in three days\n[00:52.64] You was talkin' bout me,\n[00:53.44] You ain't know they let me listen\n[00:54.78] On a three-way\n[00:55.54] He had a three-pound\n[00:56.61] When he caught his third strike\n[00:58.07] He a three time loser,\n[00:59.12] They gave him a three to life\n[01:00.62] Four!\n[01:00.64] Forty-four magnum,\n[01:01.76] Forty caliber handgun\n[01:03.27] Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n[01:04.80] Hang where you can't come\n[01:05.89] Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n[01:07.42] I'm a thug\n[01:08.03] I got two forties on me\n[01:09.29] Like the forty-forty club\n[01:10.48] Five!\n[01:10.60] Five boroughs of death,\n[01:12.10] You don't understand\n[01:13.26] Don't give me a five\n[01:14.33] If you ain't my man\n[01:15.46] They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n[01:17.32] I'm like, \"Wow\"\n[01:18.26] Five shots couldn't drop her,\n[01:19.55] She took it and smiled\n[01:20.89] A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n[01:23.07] They throw it up,\n[01:23.86] Give you five on a black hand side\n[01:25.77] If my fam got a problem,\n[01:26.96] I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n[01:28.32] Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n[01:30.61] Six!\n[01:31.05] We could build on a 6 God\n[01:32.84] Six stands for equality,\n[01:33.98] That's if you swift, God\n[01:35.35] Head cracked you at the dice game,\n[01:36.69] I rolled a six, y'all\n[01:37.82] Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n[01:40.78] You sold your soul to the Devil\n[01:42.03] So it's hard to compete\n[01:43.28] You reppin' 6-6-6,\n[01:44.55] That's the mark of the beast\n[01:45.73] Seven!\n[01:46.27] They say seven's a lucky a number\n[01:48.07] But we been sufferin'\n[01:48.85] Seven winters and six summers\n[01:50.66] In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n[01:52.06] The seven seater\n[01:53.15] Niggas is snitchin',\n[01:53.96] They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n[01:55.52] Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n[01:57.09] And did him dirty\n[01:58.03] Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n[02:00.75] Eight!\n[02:01.24] Last night I ate on the block,\n[02:02.78] Made eight licks\n[02:03.63] Last customer who got on my nerves\n[02:05.32] Got eighty-six\n[02:06.24] Cross me, get your food ate,\n[02:07.40] Crow Papoose\n[02:08.58] Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n[02:09.87] Like four times two\n[02:11.02] Nine!\n[02:11.43] Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n[02:14.02] Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n[02:16.51] The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n[02:18.79] I got 99 problems,\n[02:20.01] And a bitch ain't one\n[02:21.23] If the G don't get you,\n[02:22.37] The nine will, I'm the king\n[02:24.15] Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n[02:26.72] Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n[02:29.32] Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n[02:31.19] I was a tenant in them tenements\n[02:32.79] Had hustling tendencies\n[02:34.10] Hold up!\n[02:34.23] Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n[02:35.56] That's somethin' Tennessee\n[02:36.56] Hold up,\n[02:36.89] Hold up, wait a minute\n[02:37.32] Ten AM to Ten PM,\n[02:37.99] Ten toes down\n[02:38.69] Hold up, Pap\n[02:39.16] Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n[02:39.83] We gon' save that for your next album\n[02:41.64] Papoose comin' soon\n[02:44.54] (Comin' soon)\n[02:44.60] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Numerical Slaughter (feat. 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start_ms: 136510\n end_ms: 138790\n- text: I got 99 problems,\n start_ms: 138790\n end_ms: 140010\n- text: And a bitch ain't one\n start_ms: 140010\n end_ms: 141230\n- text: If the G don't get you,\n start_ms: 141230\n end_ms: 142370\n- text: The nine will, I'm the king\n start_ms: 142370\n end_ms: 144150\n- text: Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n start_ms: 144150\n end_ms: 146720\n- text: Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n start_ms: 146720\n end_ms: 149320\n- text: Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n start_ms: 149320\n end_ms: 151190\n- text: I was a tenant in them tenements\n start_ms: 151190\n end_ms: 152790\n- text: Had hustling tendencies\n start_ms: 152790\n end_ms: 154100\n- text: Hold up!\n start_ms: 154100\n end_ms: 154230\n- text: Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n start_ms: 154230\n end_ms: 155560\n- text: That's somethin' Tennessee\n start_ms: 155560\n end_ms: 156560\n- text: Hold up,\n start_ms: 156560\n end_ms: 156890\n- text: Hold up, wait a minute\n start_ms: 156890\n end_ms: 157320\n- text: Ten AM to Ten PM,\n start_ms: 157320\n end_ms: 157990\n- text: Ten toes down\n start_ms: 157990\n end_ms: 158690\n- text: Hold up, Pap\n start_ms: 158690\n end_ms: 159160\n- text: Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n start_ms: 159160\n end_ms: 159830\n- text: We gon' save that for your next album\n start_ms: 159830\n end_ms: 161640\n- text: Papoose comin' soon\n start_ms: 161640\n end_ms: 164540\n- text: (Comin' soon)\n start_ms: 164540\n end_ms: 164600\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 164600\nplain: |-\n You heard the legendary Alphabetical Slaughter\n My man Papoose is back\n To make history again\n Check it, I'ma scream out the numbers\n And he gonna break 'em down from one to nine\n This is Numercial Slaughter\n Yo Pap, let's go\n\n One!\n To keep it one-hunnid all I need is one mic\n You only live once,\n God gave you one life\n I caught one felony,\n Committed one crime\n I was on 1st Street,\n Duckin' from the one-time\n It's only one light,\n One king, one sun\n One lead, love's gonna get you\n KRS-One'd\n\n Two!\n I had to run from two cops,\n For two blocks, it's too hot\n Hand on my twenty-two,\n Listening to 2Pac\n I'm now a two time felon,\n Two thorough, two llamas\n Had to quit my ex girl\n 'aCuse she was a two timer\n Two in your lower body,\n Two in your upper\n One time a lollipop,\n Two time's a sucker\n\n Three!\n Bust three checks,\n They gon' clear in three days\n You was talkin' bout me,\n You ain't know they let me listen\n On a three-way\n He had a three-pound\n When he caught his third strike\n He a three time loser,\n They gave him a three to life\n\n Four!\n Forty-four magnum,\n Forty caliber handgun\n Sippin' a forty ounce of beer,\n Hang where you can't come\n Twin forty cal's on my waist,\n I'm a thug\n I got two forties on me\n Like the forty-forty club\n\n Five!\n Five boroughs of death,\n You don't understand\n Don't give me a five\n If you ain't my man\n They taking shots at Remy Makaveli,\n I'm like, \"Wow\"\n Five shots couldn't drop her,\n She took it and smiled\n A couple of my homeboys rep that five\n They throw it up,\n Give you five on a black hand side\n If my fam got a problem,\n I'ma ride, I'll be there like\n Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael, the Jackson 5\n\n Six!\n We could build on a 6 God\n Six stands for equality,\n That's if you swift, God\n Head cracked you at the dice game,\n I rolled a six, y'all\n Fuck a 16, I could kill you in six bars\n You sold your soul to the Devil\n So it's hard to compete\n You reppin' 6-6-6,\n That's the mark of the beast\n\n Seven!\n They say seven's a lucky a number\n But we been sufferin'\n Seven winters and six summers\n In a sprinter with seven shooters,\n The seven seater\n Niggas is snitchin',\n They be singin' like Sevyn Streeter\n Caught him slippin' at the 7-11\n And did him dirty\n Try to play me, I'm crazy, baby, 7-30\n\n Eight!\n Last night I ate on the block,\n Made eight licks\n Last customer who got on my nerves\n Got eighty-six\n Cross me, get your food ate,\n Crow Papoose\n Messin' with me'll get you ate,\n Like four times two\n Nine!\n Travel with the nine on my side since '99\n Wide-eyed, these pussy cats got nine lives\n The greatest rapper died on March 9th, son\n I got 99 problems,\n And a bitch ain't one\n If the G don't get you,\n The nine will, I'm the king\n Nines all over my shirt, Gino Green\n\n Yo, that was crazy, Pap, from one to nine\n Now go from ten to twenty, let's go!\n\n I was a tenant in them tenements\n Had hustling tendencies\n Hold up!\n Ten niggas doubt me like Memphis,\n That's somethin' Tennessee\n Hold up,\n Hold up, wait a minute\n Ten AM to Ten PM,\n Ten toes down\n Hold up, Pap\n Yo, Pap, Pap, Pap!\n We gon' save that for your next album\n Papoose comin' soon\n (Comin' soon)\n"}]