[{"id":7481609,"name":"What U Rep","trackName":"What U Rep","artistName":"Prodigy","albumName":"H.N.I.C.","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Prodigy)\nWha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\nIs it real? Really? .\nTeach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\nShow y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n(Noreaga)\nSpit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n(Prodigy)\nF**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\nYo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\nCalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nAnd everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n[00:35.96] P put it back where it's supposed to be\n[00:38.66] Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n[00:41.36] Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n[00:44.02] ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n[00:45.89] Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n[00:49.53] Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n[00:51.35] It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n[00:54.04] Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n[00:56.88] We givin out back braces and arm slings\n[00:59.63] Reality rap, the only song I sing\n[01:02.32] Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n[01:05.04] Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n[01:07.80] (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n[01:10.58] (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n[01:12.37] You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n[01:13.22] Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n[01:15.93] Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n[01:18.62] Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n[01:21.41] Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n[01:24.19] Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n[01:26.81] I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n[01:28.63] Ese, I like it when it get that way\n[01:31.47] Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n[01:32.35] So what you rep dunn?\n[01:33.22] (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n[01:35.02] And everybody on the block pump junk\n[01:36.88] So what you rep dunn?)\n[01:37.79] Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n[01:39.50] Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n[01:42.33] What you rep?\n[01:43.26] (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n[01:45.06] And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n[01:46.89] So what you rep dunn?)\n[01:48.72] Q.B., we like to blow faces\n[01:50.58] And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n[01:53.28] (Noreaga)\n[01:54.16] Aiyyo, yo\n[01:55.03] Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n[01:55.93] They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n[01:57.74] (You niggaz stink like shit)\n[01:58.67] I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n[02:00.55] Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n[02:03.29] Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n[02:05.98] Yo we move money, money move me\n[02:07.83] Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n[02:10.56] Gettin my dick sucked\n[02:11.41] Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n[02:14.28] (Prodigy)\n[02:15.19] Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n[02:17.81] For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n[02:19.67] My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n[02:22.41] I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n[02:25.15] It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n[02:27.84] We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n[02:30.55] This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n[02:33.27] I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n[02:35.17] (Chorus)\n[02:36.04] (Noreaga)\n[02:36.97] Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n[02:59.47] And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n[03:02.18] So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n[03:04.83] Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n[03:07.53] A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n[03:10.38] Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n[03:13.06] We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n[03:15.72] Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n[03:18.47] Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n[03:21.12] Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n[03:23.86] It definitely get real, on stage\n[03:25.70] I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n[03:28.47] They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n[03:31.13] Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n[03:33.96] While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n[03:36.66] Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n[03:39.41] Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n[03:42.19] Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n[03:44.83] Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n[03:47.52] Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n[03:50.27] Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n[03:53.02] While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n[03:55.73] Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n[03:57.54] (Chorus)\n[03:58.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep\n  artist: Prodigy\n  album: H.N.I.C.\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Prodigy)\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 12380\n- text: Wha, what the f**k yo? 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F**k yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  And everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":18093300,"name":"What U Rep","trackName":"What U Rep","artistName":"Prodigy","albumName":"H.N.I.C. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? 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F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! 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F**k yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  and everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":14223695,"name":"What U Rep","trackName":"What U Rep","artistName":"The Prodigy","albumName":"H.N.I.C.","duration":272.56,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Prodigy)\nWha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\nIs it real? Really? .\nTeach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\nShow y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n(Noreaga)\nSpit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n(Prodigy)\nF**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\nYo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! 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Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? 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F**k yo?\nIs it real? Really? .\nTeach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\nShow y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n(Noreaga)\nSpit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n(Prodigy)\nF**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\nYo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n[00:35.96] P put it back where it's supposed to be\n[00:38.66] Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n[00:41.36] Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n[00:44.02] ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n[00:45.89] calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n[00:49.53] Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n[00:51.35] It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n[00:54.04] Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n[00:56.88] We givin out back braces and arm slings\n[00:59.63] Reality rap, the only song I sing\n[01:02.32] Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n[01:05.04] Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n[01:07.80] (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n[01:10.58] (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n[01:12.37] You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n[01:13.22] Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n[01:15.93] Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n[01:18.62] Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n[01:21.41] Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? 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F**k yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  and everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":14011160,"name":"What U Rep","trackName":"What U Rep","artistName":"Prodigy of Mobb Deep","albumName":"H.N.I.C.","duration":272.5774369,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Prodigy)\nWha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\nIs it real? Really? .\nTeach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\nShow y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n(Noreaga)\nSpit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n(Prodigy)\nF**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\nYo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! 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Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n[02:59.47] And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n[03:02.18] So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n[03:04.83] Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n[03:07.53] A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n[03:10.38] Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n[03:13.06] We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n[03:15.72] Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n[03:18.47] Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n[03:21.12] Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n[03:23.86] It definitely get real, on stage\n[03:25.70] I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n[03:28.47] They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n[03:31.13] Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n[03:33.96] While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n[03:36.66] Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n[03:39.41] Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n[03:42.19] Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n[03:44.83] Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n[03:47.52] Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n[03:50.27] Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n[03:53.02] While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n[03:55.73] Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n[03:57.54] (Chorus)\n[03:58.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep\n  artist: Prodigy of Mobb Deep\n  album: H.N.I.C.\n  duration_ms: 272577\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Prodigy)\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 12380\n- text: Wha, what the f**k yo? 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F**k yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  and everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":33609012,"name":"What U Rep (feat. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n[00:35.96] P put it back where it's supposed to be\n[00:38.66] Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n[00:41.36] Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n[00:44.02] ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n[00:45.89] calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n[00:49.53] Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n[00:51.35] It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n[00:54.04] Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n[00:56.88] We givin out back braces and arm slings\n[00:59.63] Reality rap, the only song I sing\n[01:02.32] Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n[01:05.04] Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n[01:07.80] (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n[01:10.58] (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n[01:12.37] You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n[01:13.22] Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n[01:15.93] Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n[01:18.62] Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n[01:21.41] Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? 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Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  And everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":510274,"name":"What U Rep (Feat. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\nCalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nAnd everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep (Feat. 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Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  Calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  And everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":17781800,"name":"What U Rep (ft N.O.R.E)","trackName":"What U Rep (ft N.O.R.E)","artistName":"Prodigy","albumName":"H.N.I.C","duration":272.147667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Prodigy)\nWha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\nIs it real? Really? .\nTeach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\nShow y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n(Noreaga)\nSpit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n(Prodigy)\nF**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\nYo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.42] (Prodigy)\n[00:12.38] Wha, what the f**k yo? F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n[00:35.96] P put it back where it's supposed to be\n[00:38.66] Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n[00:41.36] Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n[00:44.02] ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n[00:45.89] calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n[00:49.53] Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n[00:51.35] It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n[00:54.04] Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n[00:56.88] We givin out back braces and arm slings\n[00:59.63] Reality rap, the only song I sing\n[01:02.32] Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n[01:05.04] Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n[01:07.80] (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n[01:10.58] (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n[01:12.37] You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n[01:13.22] Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n[01:15.93] Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n[01:18.62] Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n[01:21.41] Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n[01:24.19] Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n[01:26.81] I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n[01:28.63] Ese, I like it when it get that way\n[01:31.47] Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n[01:32.35] So what you rep dunn?\n[01:33.22] (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n[01:35.02] and everybody on the block pump junk\n[01:36.88] So what you rep dunn?)\n[01:37.79] Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n[01:39.50] Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n[01:42.33] What you rep?\n[01:43.26] (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n[01:45.06] And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n[01:46.89] So what you rep dunn?)\n[01:48.72] Q.B., we like to blow faces\n[01:50.58] And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n[01:53.28] (Noreaga)\n[01:54.16] Aiyyo, yo\n[01:55.03] Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n[01:55.93] They can't f**k with us, 'cause y'all cats straight doo-doo\n[01:57.74] (You niggaz stink like shit)\n[01:58.67] I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n[02:00.55] Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n[02:03.29] Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n[02:05.98] Yo we move money, money move me\n[02:07.83] Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n[02:10.56] Gettin my dick sucked\n[02:11.41] Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n[02:14.28] (Prodigy)\n[02:15.19] Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n[02:17.81] For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n[02:19.67] My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n[02:22.41] I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n[02:25.15] It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n[02:27.84] We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n[02:30.55] This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n[02:33.27] I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n[02:35.17] (Chorus)\n[02:36.04] (Noreaga)\n[02:36.97] Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n[02:59.47] And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n[03:02.18] So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n[03:04.83] Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n[03:07.53] A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n[03:10.38] Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n[03:13.06] We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n[03:15.72] Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n[03:18.47] Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n[03:21.12] Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n[03:23.86] It definitely get real, on stage\n[03:25.70] I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n[03:28.47] They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n[03:31.13] Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n[03:33.96] While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n[03:36.66] Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n[03:39.41] Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n[03:42.19] Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n[03:44.83] Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n[03:47.52] Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n[03:50.27] Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n[03:53.02] While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n[03:55.73] Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n[03:57.54] (Chorus)\n[03:58.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep (ft N.O.R.E)\n  artist: Prodigy\n  album: H.N.I.C\n  duration_ms: 272148\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Prodigy)\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 12380\n- text: Wha, what the f**k yo? 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Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":15939630,"name":"What U Rep Ft. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? 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F**k yo?\n[00:14.13] Is it real? Really? .\n[00:15.08] Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n[00:15.95] Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n[00:17.73] (Noreaga)\n[00:18.67] Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n[00:22.37] (Prodigy)\n[00:23.25] F**kin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n[00:32.26] Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n[00:35.96] P put it back where it's supposed to be\n[00:38.66] Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n[00:41.36] Trash rap niggaz can't f**k with the...\n[00:44.02] ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n[00:45.89] calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n[00:49.53] Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n[00:51.35] It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n[00:54.04] Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n[00:56.88] We givin out back braces and arm slings\n[00:59.63] Reality rap, the only song I sing\n[01:02.32] Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n[01:05.04] Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n[01:07.80] (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n[01:10.58] (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n[01:12.37] You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n[01:13.22] Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n[01:15.93] Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n[01:18.62] Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n[01:21.41] Aiyyo Nas - f**k that nigga just say? 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Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n[02:59.47] And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n[03:02.18] So f**k a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n[03:04.83] Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n[03:07.53] A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n[03:10.38] Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n[03:13.06] We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n[03:15.72] Cause where we from, muh'f**ker yo the game don't stops\n[03:18.47] Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n[03:21.12] Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n[03:23.86] It definitely get real, on stage\n[03:25.70] I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n[03:28.47] They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n[03:31.13] Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n[03:33.96] While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n[03:36.66] Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n[03:39.41] Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n[03:42.19] Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n[03:44.83] Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n[03:47.52] Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n[03:50.27] Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n[03:53.02] While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n[03:55.73] Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n[03:57.54] (Chorus)\n[03:58.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep Ft. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep (Feat. N.O.R.E)\n  artist: Prodigy of Mobb Deep\n  album: H.N.I.C.\n  duration_ms: 272592\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Prodigy)\n  Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Fuckin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  and everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"},{"id":33502430,"name":"What U Rep (feat. 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Back where you supposed to be\nP put it back where it's supposed to be\nSupposedly, niggaz comin close to me\nTrash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n... exulted, affluent life style I kick\ncalm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\nDon't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\nIt's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\nCop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\nWe givin out back braces and arm slings\nReality rap, the only song I sing\nNuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\nLive in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n(When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n(Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\nYou could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\nNore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\nPardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\nEveryday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\nAiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\nAiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\nI think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\nEse, I like it when it get that way\n\nChorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\nSo what you rep dunn?\n(Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\nand everybody on the block pump junk\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nDunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\nWhere niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\nWhat you rep?\n(Iraq, where niggaz get buried\nAnd we fight dirty, and stay hungry\nSo what you rep dunn?)\nQ.B., we like to blow faces\nAnd pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n(Noreaga)\nAiyyo, yo\nStick it to you, black magic like voodoo\nThey can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n(You niggaz stink like shit)\nI'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\nNiggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\nClimbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\nYo we move money, money move me\nYo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\nGettin my dick sucked\nBone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n(Prodigy)\nNow gun talk, do you speak the same language?\nFor your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\nMy shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\nI drool for the day me and you could face-off\nIt gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\nWe blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\nThis is for my dunns who rest in coffins\nI wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n(Chorus)\n\n(Noreaga)\nYo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\nAnd you know we smash the industry, negatively\nSo fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\nYo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\nA lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\nCause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\nWe rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\nCause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\nOr we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\nMe Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\nIt definitely get real, on stage\nI ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\nThey're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\nCause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\nWhile them cats small change like a E.S.3.\nYo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\nOften, I'm on tour with my rosaries\nCoastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\nLook at you now, now you just full emotion\nPrankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\nQueens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\nWhile y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\nMainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n(Chorus)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What U Rep (feat. N.O.R.E)\n  artist: Prodigy feat․ N․O․R․E\n  album: H․N․I․C․\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Prodigy)\n  Wha, what the fuck yo? Fuck yo?\n  Is it real? Really? .\n  Teach y'all niggaz how to rap yo\n  Show y'all niggaz how to expose a sound\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Spit on these cats nigga, spit on these cats what, what?\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Fuckin dickblower. (thug like what?)\n  Yo (yo!) At ease! Back where you supposed to be\n  P put it back where it's supposed to be\n  Supposedly, niggaz comin close to me\n  Trash rap niggaz can't fuck with the...\n  ... exulted, affluent life style I kick\n  calm shit that make your livest rep wanna harm shit\n  Don't be alarmed when the guns bang (why?)\n  It's only natural for my dunns to hurt some-thang\n  Cop a squat though, you might learn some-thang\n  We givin out back braces and arm slings\n  Reality rap, the only song I sing\n  Nuttin fugazi, strictly the real thing\n  Live in the flesh, my niggaz fresh out the pen\n  (When you see dem) When I see you dunn, new guns, money ain't a thing\n  (Money ain't a thing, nigga what, what?)\n  You could catch me in the clique, in the spot everyday\n  Nore guzzle the Crist', I down Chardonnay\n  Pardon me, 'fore you get knocked out the way\n  Everyday it's like a title fight take place (no doubt)\n  Aiyyo Nas - fuck that nigga just say? (What he say, huh?)\n  Aiyya Noyd, tell Manny P. to pass me the shank (shank nigga)\n  I think it's time to take 'em to the hood, let's play\n  Ese, I like it when it get that way\n\n  Chorus: Prodigy + (Noreaga)\n\n  So what you rep dunn?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz burst guns\n  and everybody on the block pump junk\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses\n  Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands\n  What you rep?\n  (Iraq, where niggaz get buried\n  And we fight dirty, and stay hungry\n  So what you rep dunn?)\n  Q.B., we like to blow faces\n  And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Aiyyo, yo\n  Stick it to you, black magic like voodoo\n  They can't fuck with us, cuz y'all cats straight doo-doo\n  (You niggaz stink like shit)\n  I'm from Iraq, home of the snakes\n  Niggaz ain't got love for the jakes; do whatever it takes\n  Climbin down terraces, and the fire escapes\n  Yo we move money, money move me\n  Yo I'm usually, livin it up (livin it up nigga what?)\n  Gettin my dick sucked\n  Bone a bitch in the butt, make her say what-what\n\n  (Prodigy)\n  Now gun talk, do you speak the same language?\n  For your sake, I hope so, let's rap a taste yo\n  My shit spit like a retard, and plus boss\n  I drool for the day me and you could face-off\n  It gets gangster, when my clique step in the room\n  We blow torches, and celebrate good fortune\n  This is for my dunns who rest in coffins\n  I wish y'all was, wish y'all was here\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  (Noreaga)\n  Yo what the deally P? Iraq, can buy out Q.B.\n  And you know we smash the industry, negatively\n  So fuck a good boy, I always been a foul hood boy\n  Yo as a youth I had ring-worms, and all that shit\n  A lil' dirt ball nigga, throwin dirt at ya clique\n  Cause me an Aknel nigga ain't packed no bags\n  We rather, be in the streets, sellin yellow mesc' tabs\n  Cause where we from, muh'fucker yo the game don't stops\n  Or we was, out thuggin yo we had chicken-pox\n  Me Mus', Maze, Outlaw, +Final Chapter+ brigades\n  It definitely get real, on stage\n  I ain't the Madd Rapper, but I'm mad at rap niggaz\n  They're sellin records yo, actin like they clap niggaz\n  Cause me and P. get money like L.S.G.\n  While them cats small change like a E.S.3.\n  Yo I'm still the same cat, that I used to be\n  Often, I'm on tour with my rosaries\n  Coastin, always hit 'em with the thug potion\n  Look at you now, now you just full emotion\n  Prankster height, my peoples like the gangster-type\n  Queens niggaz like to shoot, ain't afraid to fight\n  While y'all niggaz wear Pampers like the cradle type\n  Mainly hype, thugged-out, shined with light\n\n  (Chorus)\n"}]