[{"id":29587221,"name":"Wild for the Night","trackName":"Wild for the Night","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"The Mix Tape, Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk: The Final Chapter","duration":133.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\nSpeak up\nThe word on the street is the Rampage return\nUh\n\nHah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\nAll my real live soldiers throw your hands up\nAll my real live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove success, I'm gettin money progress\nTravellin for free from state to state\nThat's how I get my idea to create\nI'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\nI make def jams like Rick Rubin\nI stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\nYou can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\nKeep low like an Eskimo\nAskin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\nIt's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\nGivin you more and more\nI just came home from tour\nIt's my time to burn to explore\nI'm comin through the floor with Low X\nI'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\nI'm the baddest man on the wax\nMessin around with my Squad, you get taxed\nShittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\nBreakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\nFlipmode deep we bring good things to light\nPut down your gun and light\nI'm in it to win it\nPlus I'm wildin for da night\n\nAll my muthafuckas in the place to be\nYou feel right, throw your hands up\nWE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in the place, if you wanna fight\nSerious let's get busy cause we\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in New York gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas in the West gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nPeople in the world gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\nMy niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\nIf you feel right we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands up you gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas 'cross the land gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas Downtown we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\nUhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\nFlip a script like Terry McMillan\nI can't help the way I'm feelin...\nCaps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\nMy thug niggas keep illin'\nRampage is higher than the ceiling\nMad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\nI'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\nYou can get my black race\nBet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\nYou about to get laced fifteen across your face\nYou at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\nYou didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\nYour vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\nYou in the street it's gettin deep\nYou rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\nYou won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\nIt's gettin hot, now you back around the way\nWith the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\nThey gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out\nWho you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split\nYou wildin for da night *echoes*\n\nAll my muthafuckas from across the land\nWe feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my niggas across the sea and the earth\nYo you know we comin through we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy outta state niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy cross country niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands in the air if you wanna fight\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\nFlipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Rampage nigga gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll of my real live niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy sexy ass bitches gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my people across the land and sea\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\nMuthafucka, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nWar time niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nFreaky muthafuckas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\nMuthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wild for the Night\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: 'The Mix Tape, Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 133000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\n  Speak up\n  The word on the street is the Rampage return\n  Uh\n\n  Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\n  All my real live soldiers throw your hands up\n  All my real live women throw your hands up\n  All my real strong bustas throw your hands up\n  All my real live players throw your hands up\n  Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas keep illin'\n  Rampage is higher than the ceiling\n  Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\n  I'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\n  You can get my black race\n  Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\n  You about to get laced fifteen across your face\n  You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\n  You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\n  Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\n  You in the street it's gettin deep\n  You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\n  You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\n  It's gettin hot, now you back around the way\n  With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\n  They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out\n  Who you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split\n  You wildin for da night *echoes*\n\n  All my muthafuckas from across the land\n  We feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my niggas across the sea and the earth\n  Yo you know we comin through we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My outta state niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My cross country niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\n  Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Rampage nigga gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All of my real live niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My sexy ass bitches gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my people across the land and sea\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\n  Muthafucka, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  War time niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Freaky muthafuckas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\n  Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n"},{"id":32628909,"name":"Wild for the Night","trackName":"Wild for the Night","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter","duration":133.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\nSpeak up\nThe word on the street is the Rampage return\nUh\n\nHah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\nAll my real live soldiers throw your hands up\nAll my real live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove success, I'm gettin money progress\nTravellin for free from state to state\nThat's how I get my idea to create\nI'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\nI make def jams like Rick Rubin\nI stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\nYou can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\nKeep low like an Eskimo\nAskin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\nIt's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\nGivin you more and more\nI just came home from tour\nIt's my time to burn to explore\nI'm comin through the floor with Low X\nI'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\nI'm the baddest man on the wax\nMessin around with my Squad, you get taxed\nShittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\nBreakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\nFlipmode deep we bring good things to light\nPut down your gun and light\nI'm in it to win it\nPlus I'm wildin for da night\n\nAll my muthafuckas in the place to be\nYou feel right, throw your hands up\nWE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in the place, if you wanna fight\nSerious let's get busy cause we\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in New York gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas in the West gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nPeople in the world gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\nMy niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\nIf you feel right we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands up you gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas 'cross the land gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas Downtown we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\nUhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\nFlip a script like Terry McMillan\nI can't help the way I'm feelin...\nCaps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\nMy thug niggas keep illin'\nRampage is higher than the ceiling\nMad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\nI'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\nYou can get my black race\nBet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\nYou about to get laced fifteen across your face\nYou at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\nYou didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\nYour vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\nYou in the street it's gettin deep\nYou rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\nYou won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\nIt's gettin hot, now you back around the way\nWith the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\nThey gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out\nWho you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split\nYou wildin for da night *echoes*\n\nAll my muthafuckas from across the land\nWe feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my niggas across the sea and the earth\nYo you know we comin through we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy outta state niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy cross country niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands in the air if you wanna fight\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\nFlipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Rampage nigga gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll of my real live niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy sexy ass bitches gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my people across the land and sea\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\nMuthafucka, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nWar time niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nFreaky muthafuckas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\nMuthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wild for the Night\n  artist: Rampage\n  album: 'The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 133000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\n  Speak up\n  The word on the street is the Rampage return\n  Uh\n\n  Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\n  All my real live soldiers throw your hands up\n  All my real live women throw your hands up\n  All my real strong bustas throw your hands up\n  All my real live players throw your hands up\n  Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas keep illin'\n  Rampage is higher than the ceiling\n  Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\n  I'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\n  You can get my black race\n  Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\n  You about to get laced fifteen across your face\n  You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\n  You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\n  Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\n  You in the street it's gettin deep\n  You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\n  You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\n  It's gettin hot, now you back around the way\n  With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\n  They gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out\n  Who you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split\n  You wildin for da night *echoes*\n\n  All my muthafuckas from across the land\n  We feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my niggas across the sea and the earth\n  Yo you know we comin through we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My outta state niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My cross country niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\n  Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Rampage nigga gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All of my real live niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My sexy ass bitches gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my people across the land and sea\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\n  Muthafucka, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  War time niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Freaky muthafuckas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\n  Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n"},{"id":22009736,"name":"Wild For The Night","trackName":"Wild For The Night","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"60 Minutes Of Funk: The Mix Tape Vol.III (The Final Chapter)","duration":132.966417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\nSpeak up\nThe word on the street is the Rampage return\nUh\n\nHah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\nAll my real live soldiers throw your hands up\nAll my real live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove success, I'm gettin money progress\nTravellin for free from state to state\nThat's how I get my idea to create\nI'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\nI make def jams like Rick Rubin\nI stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\nYou can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\nKeep low like an Eskimo\nAskin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\nIt's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\nGivin you more and more\nI just came home from tour\nIt's my time to burn to explore\nI'm comin through the floor with Low X\nI'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\nI'm the baddest man on the wax\nMessin around with my Squad, you get taxed\nShittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\nBreakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\nFlipmode deep we bring good things to light\nPut down your gun and light\nI'm in it to win it\nPlus I'm wildin for da night\n\nAll my muthafuckas in the place to be\nYou feel right, throw your hands up\nWE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in the place, if you wanna fight\nSerious let's get busy cause we\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas in New York gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas in the West gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nPeople in the world gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\nMy niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\nIf you feel right we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands up you gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nNiggas 'cross the land gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy niggas Downtown we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\nUhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\nFlip a script like Terry McMillan\nI can't help the way I'm feelin...\nCaps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\nMy thug niggas keep illin'\nRampage is higher than the ceiling\nMad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\nI'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\nYou can get my black race\nBet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\nYou about to get laced fifteen across your face\nYou at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\nYou didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\nYour vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\nYou in the street it's gettin deep\nYou rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\nYou won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\nIt's gettin hot, now you back around the way\nWith the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\nThey gave up your whereabouts, where you hang out\nWho you hang wit, now you gotta get your dome split\nYou wildin for da night *echoes*\n\nAll my muthafuckas from across the land\nWe feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my niggas across the sea and the earth\nYo you know we comin through we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy outta state niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy cross country niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands in the air if you wanna 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Richard of Flatbush\n  Speak up\n  The word on the street is the Rampage return\n  Uh\n\n  Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\n  All my real live soldiers throw your hands up\n  All my real live women throw your hands up\n  All my real strong bustas throw your hands up\n  All my real live players throw your hands up\n  Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin 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Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in 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strong bustas throw your hands up\n  All my real live players throw your hands up\n  Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas 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get your dome split\n  You wildin for da night *echoes*\n\n  All my muthafuckas from across the land\n  We feelin' right, cuz you know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my niggas across the sea and the earth\n  Yo you know we comin through we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My outta state niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My cross country niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  You know we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands in the air if you wanna fight\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Yes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\n  Flipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Rampage nigga gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All of my real live niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My sexy ass bitches gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my people across the land and sea\n  Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\n  Muthafucka, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  War time niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Freaky muthafuckas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\n  Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n"},{"id":35449870,"name":"Wild for the Night","trackName":"Wild for the Night","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"Best 90s Rap Songs","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\nSpeak up\nThe word on the street is the Rampage return\nUh\n\nHah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\nAll my real live soldiers throw your hands up\nAll my real live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove 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Flatbush\n  Speak up\n  The word on the street is the Rampage return\n  Uh\n\n  Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\n  All my real live soldiers throw your hands up\n  All my real live women throw your hands up\n  All my real strong bustas throw your hands up\n  All my real live players throw your hands up\n  Hah!\n\n  Check it out, like this y'all\n  The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\n  Love success, I'm gettin money progress\n  Travellin for free from state to state\n  That's how I get my idea to create\n  I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\n  I make def jams like Rick Rubin\n  I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\n  You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\n  Keep low like an Eskimo\n  Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\n  It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas keep illin'\n  Rampage is higher than the ceiling\n  Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\n  I'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\n  You can get my black race\n  Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\n  You about to get laced fifteen across your face\n  You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\n  You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\n  Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\n  You in the street it's gettin deep\n  You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\n  You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\n  It's gettin hot, now you back around the way\n  With the same clothes, plus your bum hoes that you chose\n  They gave up your 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Feel right, cuz you know we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\n  Muthafucka, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  War time niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Freaky muthafuckas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  All my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\n  Muthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin'\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n"},{"id":39336745,"name":"Wild for the Night","trackName":"Wild for the Night","artistName":"Rampage","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush\nSpeak up\nThe word on the street is the Rampage return\nUh\n\nHah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times\nAll my real live soldiers throw your hands up\nAll my real live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it 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I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas keep illin'\n  Rampage is higher than the ceiling\n  Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\n  I'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\n  You can get my black race\n  Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\n  You about to get laced fifteen across your face\n  You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\n  You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\n  Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\n  You in the street it's gettin deep\n  You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\n  You won't protest, drop when your little brother got shot(bang!)\n  It's gettin hot, now you back around the 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strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove success, I'm gettin money progress\nTravellin for free from state to state\nThat's how I get my idea to create\nI'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\nI make def jams like Rick Rubin\nI stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\nYou can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\nKeep low like an Eskimo\nAskin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\nIt's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\nGivin you more and more\nI just came home from tour\nIt's my time to burn to explore\nI'm comin through the floor with Low X\nI'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\nI'm the baddest man on the wax\nMessin around with my Squad, you get taxed\nShittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\nBreakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\nFlipmode deep we bring good things to light\nPut 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gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy cross country niggas gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYou know we gettin\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow your hands in the air if you wanna fight\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nYes, I'm gettin' down in the place to be\nFlipmode squad, yo, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Rampage nigga gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll of my real live niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy sexy ass bitches gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my people across the land and sea\nFeel right, cuz you know we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nThrow up your fist and feel right cuz it's time to fight\nMuthafucka, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nWar time niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nFreaky muthafuckas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nAll my buckshot-gun-in-the-air\nMuthafuckas in the place, you know, we gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT\nMy Flipmode niggas gettin'\nWILD FOR DA NIGHT","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  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It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\n  Givin you more and more\n  I just came home from tour\n  It's my time to burn to explore\n  I'm comin through the floor with Low X\n  I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\n  I'm the baddest man on the wax\n  Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed\n  Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\n  Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks\n  Flipmode deep we bring good things to light\n  Put down your gun and light\n  I'm in it to win it\n  Plus I'm wildin for da night\n\n  All my muthafuckas in the place to be\n  You feel right, throw your hands up\n  WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight\n  Serious let's get busy cause we\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My Flipmode niggas gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas in New York gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas in the West gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  People in the world gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT (uhh)\n  My niggas Uptown, just throw your hands up, in the place\n  If you feel right we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Throw your hands up you gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  Niggas 'cross the land gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n  My niggas Downtown we gettin\n  WILD FOR DA NIGHT\n\n  Uhh, yo I'm Top Billin makin a killin\n  Flip a script like Terry McMillan\n  I can't help the way I'm feelin...\n  Caps is fillin', drugs is dealin'\n  My thug niggas keep illin'\n  Rampage is higher than the ceiling\n  Mad appealing brothers who dealin' from Brownsville and\n  I'm ready and willing I'm playin lock and chase\n  You can get my black race\n  Bet I, hesitates, I'm movin cash like Chase\n  You about to get laced fifteen across your face\n  You at the wrong place, you at the wrong time\n  You didn't use your third vision mind, you sippin wine\n  Your vision is blind, no you can't see the victory\n  You in the street it's gettin deep\n  You rolled up with the wrong peeps, you're the black sheep\n  You won't protest, drop when 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live women throw your hands up\nAll my real strong bustas throw your hands up\nAll my real live players throw your hands up\nHah!\n\nCheck it out, like this y'all\nThe heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest\nLove success, I'm gettin money progress\nTravellin for free from state to state\nThat's how I get my idea to create\nI'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been proven\nI make def jams like Rick Rubin\nI stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow\nYou can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone\nKeep low like an Eskimo\nAskin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'\nIt's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore\nGivin you more and more\nI just came home from tour\nIt's my time to burn to explore\nI'm comin through the floor with Low X\nI'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks\nI'm the baddest man on the wax\nMessin around with my Squad, you get taxed\nShittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax\nBreakin' backs, with my NFL 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