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Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to 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Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":29683810,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters (Re-Rip)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters (Re-Rip)\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":30266924,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Be Dat-(CDM)","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Be Dat-(CDM)\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":32913773,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Cut Killer D.abuz Suspects","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Cut Killer D.abuz Suspects\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":32027955,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":19488989,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Water","duration":308.3232768,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Water\n  duration_ms: 308323\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":19787213,"name":"Pick It up","trackName":"Pick It up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":310.340042,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 310340\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":21333732,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":19904444,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":308.33125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 308331\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":19272115,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs","duration":251.538417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 1000 Greatest Hip-Hop & Rap Songs\n  duration_ms: 251538\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":20650908,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":235.872,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 235872\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":21654673,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Collection of Rap & Hip Hop","duration":197.51825,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Collection of Rap & Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 197518\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":21447449,"name":"Pick it up","trackName":"Pick it up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Where Is Reggie Noble??","duration":157.779592,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick it up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Where Is Reggie Noble??\n  duration_ms: 157780\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":37078345,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Rap Top 1000","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Rap Top 1000\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":28982147,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Top 1000 Hip-Hop & Rap Songs (1979-2009)\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":39097781,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 245000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":39696595,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Bob Spotify - 2,799 Hip Hop Songs\n  duration_ms: 251480\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":6320696,"name":"Pick It Up (Skit)","trackName":"Pick It Up (Skit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? 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Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\nStatic from radio surfing\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! blam blam blam\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up (Skit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? 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That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! blam blam blam\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":22414621,"name":"Pick It Up [Explicit]","trackName":"Pick It Up [Explicit]","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy 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around with the hooked up\n[03:37.87] Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n[03:39.93] Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n[03:42.90] How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches\n[03:45.67] And uptown got the la-la spots\n[03:47.95] And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n[03:50.72] But still, I walk around with the grill\n[03:53.30] 'Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n[03:55.95] I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n[03:58.01] Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n[04:00.97] To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n[04:03.21] To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n[04:05.76] It don't stop, def squad crew is hot\n[04:08.38] Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n[04:11.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up (Paused)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Muddy Waters\n  duration_ms: 251480\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pick it up, pick it up\n  start_ms: 340\n  end_ms: 2920\n- text: Pick it up, pick it up\n  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