[{"id":21202279,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ruff Ryders Volume 2","duration":296.49775,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Busta Rhymes:]\nAttention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please\nSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\nAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\nAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\nYou got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\nStop that shorty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\nBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\nFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we gonna be here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado, so just follow\nI'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\nYo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\nYou know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\nListen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\nS-W-I two Z's bang out clips\nBang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\nY'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\nAnd iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\nYour camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\nMy thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\nHash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\nMindin' my business will make you a missin' man\nSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\nAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\nNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\nJust scream and shout and just wild in here\n\nNew York, they ain't ready for it\nA-T-L, they ain't ready for it\nOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nMy ladies\nMillenium\nGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Ruff Ryders Volume 2\n duration_ms: 296498\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Busta Rhymes:]\n Attention please, attention please\n Can I have everybody's attention please\n So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\n The alliance has now been officially formed\n Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\n It's another headbanger\n\n Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\n I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\n Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\n All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\n Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\n Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\n You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n Stop that shorty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\n Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\n Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\n For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\n And we gonna be here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\n And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\n From New York to Colorado, so just follow\n I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\n Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\n You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\n Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n S-W-I two Z's bang out clips\n Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\n Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\n And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\n My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\n Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\n Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\n And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n New York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millenium\n Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that\n"},{"id":18353311,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ryde or Die, Volume II","duration":296.47168,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Busta Rhymes:]\nAttention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please\nSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\nAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\nAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\nYou got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\nStop that shorty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\nBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\nFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we gonna be here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado, so just follow\nI'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\nYo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\nYou know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\nListen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\nS-W-I two Z's bang out clips\nBang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\nY'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\nAnd iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\nYour camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\nMy thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\nHash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\nMindin' my business will make you a missin' man\nSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\nAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\nNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\nJust scream and shout and just wild in here\n\nNew York, they ain't ready for it\nA-T-L, they ain't ready for it\nOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nMy ladies\nMillenium\nGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Ryde or Die, Volume II\n duration_ms: 296472\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Busta Rhymes:]\n Attention please, attention please\n Can I have everybody's attention please\n So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\n The alliance has now been officially formed\n Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\n It's another headbanger\n\n Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\n I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\n Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\n All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\n Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\n Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\n You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n Stop that shorty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\n Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\n Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\n For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\n And we gonna be here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\n And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\n From New York to Colorado, so just follow\n I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\n Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\n You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\n Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n S-W-I two Z's bang out clips\n Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\n Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\n And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\n My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\n Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\n Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\n And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n New York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millenium\n Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that\n"},{"id":14220842,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ryde Or Die, Vol. II","duration":298.426667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Busta Rhymes:]\nAttention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please\nSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\nAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\nAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\nYou got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\nStop that shorty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\nBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\nFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we gonna be here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado, so just follow\nI'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\nYo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\nYou know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\nListen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\nS-W-I two Z's bang out clips\nBang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\nY'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\nAnd iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\nYour camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\nMy thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\nHash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\nMindin' my business will make you a missin' man\nSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\nAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\nNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\nJust scream and shout and just wild in here\n\nNew York, they ain't ready for it\nA-T-L, they ain't ready for it\nOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nMy ladies\nMillenium\nGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Ryde Or Die, Vol. II\n duration_ms: 298427\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Busta Rhymes:]\n Attention please, attention please\n Can I have everybody's attention please\n So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\n The alliance has now been officially formed\n Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\n It's another headbanger\n\n Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\n I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\n Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\n All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\n Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\n Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\n You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n Stop that shorty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\n Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\n Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\n For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\n And we gonna be here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\n And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\n From New York to Colorado, so just follow\n I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\n Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\n You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\n Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n S-W-I two Z's bang out clips\n Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\n Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\n And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\n My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\n Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\n Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\n And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n New York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millenium\n Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that\n"},{"id":10060357,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ryde Or Die Vol. 2","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Busta Rhymes:]\nAttention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please\nSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\nAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\nAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\nYou got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\nStop that shorty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\nBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\nFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we gonna be here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado, so just follow\nI'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\nYo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\nYou know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\nListen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\nS-W-I two Z's bang out clips\nBang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\nY'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\nAnd iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\nYour camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\nMy thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\nHash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\nMindin' my business will make you a missin' man\nSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\nAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\nNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\nJust scream and shout and just wild in here\n\nNew York, they ain't ready for it\nA-T-L, they ain't ready for it\nOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nMy ladies\nMillenium\nGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Ryde Or Die Vol. 2\n duration_ms: 295000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Busta Rhymes:]\n Attention please, attention please\n Can I have everybody's attention please\n So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\n The alliance has now been officially formed\n Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\n It's another headbanger\n\n Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\n I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\n Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\n All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\n Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\n Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\n You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n Stop that shorty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\n Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\n Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\n For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\n And we gonna be here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\n And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\n From New York to Colorado, so just follow\n I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\n Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\n You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\n Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n S-W-I two Z's bang out clips\n Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\n Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\n And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\n My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\n Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\n Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\n And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n New York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millenium\n Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that\n"},{"id":9738361,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Ruff Ryders","albumName":"Ryde or Die, Vol. II","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Busta Rhymes:]\nAttention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please\nSo humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\nAin't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\nAll my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\nYou got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\nStop that shorty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nPlus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n(Ohhhh), Now come on\n(Screeeam), Jump baby come on\nGet your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\nGet your hands up, (What!)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\nBunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\nBusta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\nFor the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we gonna be here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado, so just follow\nI'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\nYo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\nYou know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\nListen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\nS-W-I two Z's bang out clips\nBang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\nY'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\nAnd iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\nYour camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\nMy thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\nHash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\nMindin' my business will make you a missin' man\nSee the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\nAnd a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\nNigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\nJust scream and shout and just wild in here\n\nNew York, they ain't ready for it\nA-T-L, they ain't ready for it\nOh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nWhoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\nMy ladies\nMillenium\nGuns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders\n album: Ryde or Die, Vol. II\n duration_ms: 296000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Busta Rhymes:]\n Attention please, attention please\n Can I have everybody's attention please\n So humorous, we laugh at all ay'all\n The alliance has now been officially formed\n Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official baby\n It's another headbanger\n\n Swizz Beats, who hits on your streets every six weeks\n I be on the MP so much that my wrist's weak\n Ain't shit sweet, pile 'em in here\n All my thugs in the clubs start wildin' in here\n Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n Me and Busta keep it tight like liposucion\n Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n Cause one night in the club gets your life on crutches\n You got that whodie, I'll cock that forty\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n Stop that shorty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n Plus you don't know me money, so stop the rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume two, smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!\n\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n (Ohhhh), Now come on\n (Screeeam), Jump baby come on\n Get your hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it\n Get your hands up, (What!)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt\n Bunch of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts\n Busta Rhymes, Flipmode represent\n For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga Swizz\n And we gonna be here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make you bounce how poncho will play the congo\n And bang on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo\n From New York to Colorado, so just follow\n I'm living for today and livin' tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like the foul shit you waste and transpired right infront the impalo\n Yo, the general Busta Busta shock and memorable\n You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like burials\n\n Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n S-W-I two Z's bang out clips\n Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips\n Y'all go to war with revolvers that bang out flicks\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it starts\n And iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'\n My thugs bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams\n Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of soda cans\n (Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! listen man\n Mindin' my business will make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand?, got plaques on the wall\n And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nuttin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n New York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, Oh, Oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millenium\n Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all hear that\n"},{"id":37177664,"name":"Fright Night","trackName":"Fright Night","artistName":"Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz","albumName":"Ruff Ryders - Ryde or Die Vol. II.","duration":296.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Attention please, attention please\nCan I have everybody's attention please?\nSo humorous, we laugh at all of y'all\nThe alliance has now been officially formed\nRuff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000\nIt's now official baby\nIt's another headbanger\n\nSwizz Beatz, for hits on the streets every six weeks\nI be on the MP so much that my wrist reek\nAin't shit sweet, Harlem in here\n\nAll my thugs in the club start wildin' in here\nNow put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\nMe and Busta keep it tight like lipo suction\n\nNiggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\nCause one night in the club get your life for frontin'\nYou got that wodie? I cock that forty\n\nFlyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n\nStop that shawty, I know you love me\nProbably sample one of my beats then owe me money\nBut you don't know me money so stop your rumors\nBefore you need the janitors to come mop the room up\nRyde or Die Volume Two smash the charts\nNow put your hands in the air for the black Mozart\n\nOhh, now come on\nScream, shout baby come on\n\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nYo all my ladies do it\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nNow let me walk you through it\nOhh, now come on\nScream, shout baby come on\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nYo all my ladies do it\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nY'all niggas trynna front, I send my crew on a hunt\n\nBunch of ski mask niggas smokin' gats and blunts\nBusta Rhyme, Flipmode represent\nWith Ruff Ryder and my nigga Swizz\nAnd we only here to present\nY'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\nAnd block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\nBefore we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n\nFeed y'all niggas more gutters like a motherfuckin' all you can eat\nAnd make it bounce how Poncho will play the Congo\nAnd bang on the bongo, freak the bounce of the bongo\nFrom New York to Colorado (so just follow)\nI'm livin' for today and live for tomorrow\nOpen up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\nBlow you through the chest with a hollow\nLike a foul situation transpired right in front the Apollo\nYo, the general Busta bust a shot like an emerald\nYou know we precious like minerals and deadly like burials\n\nOhh, now come on\nScream, shout baby come on\n\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nYo all my ladies do it\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nNow let me walk you through it\nOhh, now come on\nScream, shout baby come on\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nYo all my ladies do it\nGet yo' hands up (what)\nNow let me walk you through it\n\nFlipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n\nS-W-I, two Z's bang out clips\n\nBang out chicks for funds we, bang out whips\nThat go to war with revolvers that bang out six\nNow find me on two-fifth in the summer when it's scorchin'\n\nIced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\nThinkin' of extortin'? 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Now plaques on the wall\n[03:08.88] And the fifth in hand'll put your back on the wall\n[03:11.49] Nigga don't ask me no more about nothin' you hear\n[03:14.15] Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n[03:18.64] Ohh, now come on\n[03:20.04] Scream, shout baby come on\n[03:22.84] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:24.34] Yo all my ladies do it\n[03:25.58] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:27.14] Now let me walk you through it\n[03:28.31] Ohh, now come on\n[03:30.97] Scream, shout baby come on\n[03:33.72] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:35.22] Yo all my ladies do it\n[03:36.44] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:38.06] Now let me walk you through it\n[03:40.27] Ohh, now come on\n[03:43.29] Scream, shout baby come on\n[03:44.68] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:46.12] Yo all my ladies do it\n[03:47.42] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:48.98] Now let me walk you through it\n[03:50.28] Ohh, now come on\n[03:52.80] Scream, shout baby come on\n[03:55.50] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:57.06] Yo all my ladies do it\n[03:58.33] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[03:59.86] Now let me walk you through it\n[04:01.12] Ohh, now come on\n[04:03.75] Scream, shout baby come on\n[04:06.45] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[04:08.08] Yo all my ladies do it\n[04:09.27] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[04:10.76] Now let me walk you through it\n[04:12.07] Ohh, now come on\n[04:14.66] Scream, shout baby come on\n[04:17.42] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[04:18.91] Yo all my ladies do it\n[04:20.15] Get yo' hands up (what)\n[04:21.64] Now let me walk you through it\n[04:23.18] New, York, they ain't ready for it\n[04:25.86] A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n[04:28.79] Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it\n[04:31.32] Whoa, whoa, oh, they ain't ready for it\n[04:34.68] My ladies\n[04:39.03] Millennium\n[04:41.28] Guns bustin' plenty in this, y'all hear that\n[04:56.36] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Fright Night\n artist: Ruff Ryders featuring Busta Rhymes and Swizz Beatz\n album: Ryde or Die, Vol. II\n duration_ms: 295000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Attention please, attention please\n start_ms: 2300\n end_ms: 4990\n- text: Can I have everybody's attention please?\n start_ms: 4990\n end_ms: 8760\n- text: So humorous, we laugh at all of y'all\n start_ms: 8760\n end_ms: 12480\n- text: The alliance has now been officially formed\n start_ms: 12480\n end_ms: 15070\n- text: Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000\n start_ms: 15070\n end_ms: 18520\n- text: It's now official baby\n start_ms: 18520\n end_ms: 20820\n- text: It's another headbanger\n start_ms: 20820\n end_ms: 22270\n- text: Swizz Beatz, for hits on the streets every six weeks\n start_ms: 22270\n end_ms: 25560\n- text: I be on the MP so much that my wrist reek\n start_ms: 25560\n end_ms: 28240\n- text: Ain't shit sweet, Harlem in here\n start_ms: 28240\n end_ms: 30560\n- text: All my thugs in the club start wildin' in here\n start_ms: 30560\n end_ms: 33120\n- text: Now put your bottles in the air, then light your dutches\n start_ms: 33120\n end_ms: 36060\n- text: Me and Busta keep it tight like lipo suction\n start_ms: 36060\n end_ms: 38880\n- text: Niggas that don't like me get the knife for frontin'\n start_ms: 38880\n end_ms: 41360\n- text: Cause one night in the club get your life for frontin'\n start_ms: 41360\n end_ms: 44050\n- text: You got that wodie? 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I cock that forty\n\n Flyin' in the 5 with the top back on it\n\n Stop that shawty, I know you love me\n Probably sample one of my beats then owe me money\n But you don't know me money so stop your rumors\n Before you need the janitors to come mop the room up\n Ryde or Die Volume Two smash the charts\n Now put your hands in the air for the black Mozart\n\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Y'all niggas trynna front, I send my crew on a hunt\n\n Bunch of ski mask niggas smokin' gats and blunts\n Busta Rhyme, Flipmode represent\n With Ruff Ryder and my nigga Swizz\n And we only here to present\n Y'all niggas with some other shit to bang in the street\n And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor with your feet\n Before we bang y'all niggas all with the heat\n\n Feed y'all niggas more gutters like a motherfuckin' all you can eat\n And make it bounce how Poncho will play the Congo\n And bang on the bongo, freak the bounce of the bongo\n From New York to Colorado (so just follow)\n I'm livin' for today and live for tomorrow\n Open up your mouth, I got somethin' big for you to swallow\n Blow you through the chest with a hollow\n Like a foul situation transpired right in front the Apollo\n Yo, the general Busta bust a shot like an emerald\n You know we precious like minerals and deadly like burials\n\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits\n\n S-W-I, two Z's bang out clips\n\n Bang out chicks for funds we, bang out whips\n That go to war with revolvers that bang out six\n Now find me on two-fifth in the summer when it's scorchin'\n\n Iced up, nice cut, new pair of Jordans\n Thinkin' of extortin'? Your life ain't important\n Your camp hotter than ours, the fuck y'all snortin'?\n My thugs bang out bricks, slang licks, throw them grams\n\n Have smokers openborn out of soda cans\n \"Yo Swizz I heard you stole\" Whoa, listen man\n Mindin' my business'll make you a missin' man\n See the wrist and hand? Now plaques on the wall\n And the fifth in hand'll put your back on the wall\n Nigga don't ask me no more about nothin' you hear\n Just scream and shout and just wild in here\n\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n Ohh, now come on\n Scream, shout baby come on\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Yo all my ladies do it\n Get yo' hands up (what)\n Now let me walk you through it\n\n New, York, they ain't ready for it\n A-T-L, they ain't ready for it\n Oh, oh, oh, they ain't ready for it\n Whoa, whoa, oh, they ain't ready for it\n My ladies\n Millennium\n Guns bustin' plenty in this, y'all hear that\n"}]