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Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\nPay attention it's gon pop off\nBody get beat, embody the street\nAnybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\nSupposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\nInstead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\nFuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\nBoom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\nThe left hook'll shatter your chin\nSimilar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\nNiggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\nBoot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\nNigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\nR. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\nNigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\nPop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\nTruth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\nSaying whatever, love it when I put it together\nListen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\nI bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\nP! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\nPay attention it's gon pop off\nBody get beat, embody the street\nAnybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\nPartnah, we practically pioneered this position\nYou punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\nYou gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\nSome body probablly gonna need a body transplant\nListen this is the BCC, and double D\nIn the 2k6, we make hits\nWe make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\nCan't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\nYeah, get money or get lost\nOr get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\nThis ain't no gangsta rap\nHow many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\nI mean, truthfully you might think you that\nBut overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\nThe name is new, the face the same\nThe judge is wack, the case is lame\nI love the rap but I hate the game\nMatter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body\n[00:08.13] \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n[00:10.81] Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P\n[00:21.77] arm-leg-leg or arm, head\n[00:23.52] Megatron\n[00:24.43] Decipticon Sean\n[00:26.23] Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came\n[00:28.98] Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf\n[00:31.65] black power, black, red, green and shit\n[00:36.19] Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit\n[00:38.94] Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja\n[00:40.69] Don Cheadle Hotel Rwanda\n[00:43.47] Go get your partner, Rock in here nigga\n[00:46.18] Go get your momma, my cock right here\n[00:47.98] I got this here, it's a different doctrine here\n[00:50.60] Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here\n[00:53.33] Listen, I fear no man but God\n[00:56.07] Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body\n[00:59.66] Four eyes, two arms and three shotties\n[01:02.36] Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti\n[01:05.02] A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? pedico?\n[01:07.85] And for the right price princess will pop at your people\n[01:14.12] \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n[01:15.97] P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n[01:18.61] Pay attention it's gon pop off\n[01:21.35] Body get beat, embody the street\n[01:23.18] Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n[01:26.83] Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\n[01:28.69] Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\n[01:31.35] Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\n[01:34.06] Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\n[01:36.71] The left hook'll shatter your chin\n[01:39.48] Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\n[01:42.17] Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\n[01:45.79] Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\n[01:48.41] Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\n[01:50.20] R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\n[01:53.02] Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\n[01:55.79] Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\n[01:59.36] Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\n[02:01.12] Saying whatever, love it when I put it together\n[02:03.83] Listen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\n[02:06.55] I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\n[02:09.20] P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n[02:12.81] Pay attention it's gon pop off\n[02:14.64] Body get beat, embody the street\n[02:17.30] Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n[02:21.04] Partnah, we practically pioneered this position\n[02:23.72] You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\n[02:25.57] You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\n[02:28.22] Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant\n[02:30.93] Listen this is the BCC, and double D\n[02:34.52] In the 2k6, we make hits\n[02:36.33] We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\n[02:39.01] Can't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\n[02:41.84] Yeah, get money or get lost\n[02:44.58] Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\n[02:47.20] This ain't no gangsta rap\n[02:49.98] How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\n[02:52.68] I mean, truthfully you might think you that\n[02:54.45] But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\n[02:58.04] The name is new, the face the same\n[03:00.79] The judge is wack, the case is lame\n[03:03.54] I love the rap but I hate the game\n[03:05.31] Matter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body\n[03:07.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: P-Body\n artist: Sean Price\n album: Jesus Price Supastar\n duration_ms: 193000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body\n start_ms: 3620\n end_ms: 8130\n- text: '\"Knowhatimsayin'', I mean this is me\"'\n start_ms: 8130\n end_ms: 10810\n- text: Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P\n start_ms: 10810\n end_ms: 21770\n- text: arm-leg-leg or arm, head\n start_ms: 21770\n end_ms: 23520\n- text: Megatron\n start_ms: 23520\n end_ms: 24430\n- text: Decipticon Sean\n start_ms: 24430\n end_ms: 26230\n- text: Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came\n start_ms: 26230\n end_ms: 28980\n- text: Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf\n start_ms: 28980\n end_ms: 31650\n- text: black power, black, red, green and shit\n start_ms: 31650\n end_ms: 36190\n- text: Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit\n start_ms: 36190\n end_ms: 38940\n- text: Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja\n start_ms: 38940\n end_ms: 40690\n- text: Don Cheadle Hotel Rwanda\n start_ms: 40690\n end_ms: 43470\n- text: Go get your partner, Rock in here nigga\n start_ms: 43470\n end_ms: 46180\n- text: Go get your momma, my cock right here\n start_ms: 46180\n end_ms: 47980\n- text: I got this here, it's a different doctrine here\n start_ms: 47980\n end_ms: 50600\n- text: Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here\n start_ms: 50600\n end_ms: 53330\n- text: Listen, I fear no man but God\n start_ms: 53330\n end_ms: 56070\n- text: Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body\n start_ms: 56070\n end_ms: 59660\n- text: Four eyes, two arms and three shotties\n start_ms: 59660\n end_ms: 62360\n- text: Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti\n start_ms: 62360\n end_ms: 65020\n- text: A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? pedico?\n start_ms: 65020\n end_ms: 67850\n- text: And for the right price princess will pop at your people\n start_ms: 67850\n end_ms: 74120\n- text: '\"Knowhatimsayin'', I mean this is me\"'\n start_ms: 74120\n end_ms: 75970\n- text: P! 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Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n Pay attention it's gon pop off\n Body get beat, embody the street\n Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\n Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\n Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\n Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\n The left hook'll shatter your chin\n Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\n Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\n Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\n Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\n R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\n Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\n Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\n Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\n Saying whatever, love it when I put it together\n Listen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\n I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\n P! 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Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\nPay attention it's gon pop off\nBody get beat, embody the street\nAnybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\nSupposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\nInstead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\nFuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\nBoom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\nThe left hook'll shatter your chin\nSimilar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\nNiggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\nBoot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\nNigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\nR. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\nNigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\nPop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\nTruth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\nSaying whatever, love it when I put it together\nListen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\nI bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\nP! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\nPay attention it's gon pop off\nBody get beat, embody the street\nAnybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\nPartnah, we practically pioneered this position\nYou punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\nYou gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\nSome body probablly gonna need a body transplant\nListen this is the BCC, and double D\nIn the 2k6, we make hits\nWe make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\nCan't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\nYeah, get money or get lost\nOr get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\nThis ain't no gangsta rap\nHow many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\nI mean, truthfully you might think you that\nBut overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\nThe name is new, the face the same\nThe judge is wack, the case is lame\nI love the rap but I hate the game\nMatter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body\n[00:08.13] \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n[00:10.81] Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P\n[00:21.77] arm-leg-leg or arm, head\n[00:23.52] Megatron\n[00:24.43] Decipticon Sean\n[00:26.23] Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came\n[00:28.98] Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf\n[00:31.65] black power, black, red, green and shit\n[00:36.19] Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit\n[00:38.94] Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja\n[00:40.69] Don Cheadle Hotel Rwanda\n[00:43.47] Go get your partner, Rock in here nigga\n[00:46.18] Go get your momma, my cock right here\n[00:47.98] I got this here, it's a different doctrine here\n[00:50.60] Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here\n[00:53.33] Listen, I fear no man but God\n[00:56.07] Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body\n[00:59.66] Four eyes, two arms and three shotties\n[01:02.36] Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti\n[01:05.02] A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? pedico?\n[01:07.85] And for the right price princess will pop at your people\n[01:14.12] \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n[01:15.97] P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n[01:18.61] Pay attention it's gon pop off\n[01:21.35] Body get beat, embody the street\n[01:23.18] Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n[01:26.83] Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\n[01:28.69] Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\n[01:31.35] Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\n[01:34.06] Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\n[01:36.71] The left hook'll shatter your chin\n[01:39.48] Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\n[01:42.17] Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\n[01:45.79] Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\n[01:48.41] Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\n[01:50.20] R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\n[01:53.02] Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\n[01:55.79] Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\n[01:59.36] Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\n[02:01.12] Saying whatever, love it when I put it together\n[02:03.83] Listen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\n[02:06.55] I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\n[02:09.20] P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n[02:12.81] Pay attention it's gon pop off\n[02:14.64] Body get beat, embody the street\n[02:17.30] Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n[02:21.04] Partnah, we practically pioneered this position\n[02:23.72] You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\n[02:25.57] You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\n[02:28.22] Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant\n[02:30.93] Listen this is the BCC, and double D\n[02:34.52] In the 2k6, we make hits\n[02:36.33] We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\n[02:39.01] Can't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\n[02:41.84] Yeah, get money or get lost\n[02:44.58] Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\n[02:47.20] This ain't no gangsta rap\n[02:49.98] How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\n[02:52.68] I mean, truthfully you might think you that\n[02:54.45] But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\n[02:58.04] The name is new, the face the same\n[03:00.79] The judge is wack, the case is lame\n[03:03.54] I love the rap but I hate the game\n[03:05.31] Matter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body\n[03:07.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: P-Body\n artist: Sean Price feat. 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Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n start_ms: 75970\n end_ms: 78610\n- text: Pay attention it's gon pop off\n start_ms: 78610\n end_ms: 81350\n- text: Body get beat, embody the street\n start_ms: 81350\n end_ms: 83180\n- text: Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n start_ms: 83180\n end_ms: 86830\n- text: Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\n start_ms: 86830\n end_ms: 88690\n- text: Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\n start_ms: 88690\n end_ms: 91350\n- text: Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\n start_ms: 91350\n end_ms: 94060\n- text: Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\n start_ms: 94060\n end_ms: 96710\n- text: The left hook'll shatter your chin\n start_ms: 96710\n end_ms: 99480\n- text: Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\n start_ms: 99480\n end_ms: 102170\n- text: Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\n start_ms: 102170\n end_ms: 105790\n- text: Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\n start_ms: 105790\n end_ms: 108410\n- text: Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\n start_ms: 108410\n end_ms: 110200\n- text: R. 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Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n start_ms: 129200\n end_ms: 132810\n- text: Pay attention it's gon pop off\n start_ms: 132810\n end_ms: 134640\n- text: Body get beat, embody the street\n start_ms: 134640\n end_ms: 137300\n- text: Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n start_ms: 137300\n end_ms: 141040\n- text: Partnah, we practically pioneered this position\n start_ms: 141040\n end_ms: 143720\n- text: You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\n start_ms: 143720\n end_ms: 145570\n- text: You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\n start_ms: 145570\n end_ms: 148220\n- text: Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant\n start_ms: 148220\n end_ms: 150930\n- text: Listen this is the BCC, and double D\n start_ms: 150930\n end_ms: 154520\n- text: In the 2k6, we make hits\n start_ms: 154520\n end_ms: 156330\n- text: We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\n start_ms: 156330\n end_ms: 159010\n- text: Can't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\n start_ms: 159010\n end_ms: 161840\n- text: Yeah, get money or get lost\n start_ms: 161840\n end_ms: 164580\n- text: Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\n start_ms: 164580\n end_ms: 167200\n- text: This ain't no gangsta rap\n start_ms: 167200\n end_ms: 169980\n- text: How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\n start_ms: 169980\n end_ms: 172680\n- text: I mean, truthfully you might think you that\n start_ms: 172680\n end_ms: 174450\n- text: But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\n start_ms: 174450\n end_ms: 178040\n- text: The name is new, the face the same\n start_ms: 178040\n end_ms: 180790\n- text: The judge is wack, the case is lame\n start_ms: 180790\n end_ms: 183540\n- text: I love the rap but I hate the game\n start_ms: 183540\n end_ms: 185310\n- text: Matter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body\n start_ms: 185310\n end_ms: 187490\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 187490\nplain: |-\n Word up, Sean P, (BODY), P-Body\n \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n Introducing P-Body, 9th Wonder, P\n arm-leg-leg or arm, head\n Megatron\n Decipticon Sean\n Fuck around and send your ass back from where you came\n Back in the dirt, back in the earth, back off my turf\n black power, black, red, green and shit\n Smoke sum, but sell powder cuz crack-heads be needin shit\n Pssh, I'm in the hotel with ganja\n Don Cheadle Hotel Rwanda\n Go get your partner, Rock in here nigga\n Go get your momma, my cock right here\n I got this here, it's a different doctrine here\n Fuck if the cops aware, you get popped in here\n Listen, I fear no man but God\n Matter fact, duke I am the God, P-Body\n Four eyes, two arms and three shotties\n Got shit on lock like Irv and Gene Gotti\n A mean mommy from Puerto Rico who sell? pedico?\n And for the right price princess will pop at your people\n \"Knowhatimsayin', I mean this is me\"\n P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n Pay attention it's gon pop off\n Body get beat, embody the street\n Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n Supposed lie to cops and tell the truth in the booth\n Instead you tell the truth to the cops and lie in the booth\n Fuck a backward ass rapper get smack with the gat happily\n Boom-shack-shack and the cannon backup your faculty\n The left hook'll shatter your chin\n Similar to Darryl Dawkins when he shattered the rim\n Niggas get mad at my Timbz and my thousand dollar jeans all year\n Boot Camp, bitch recognize my team's strong\n Nigga, kneel down, kiss the ring\n R. Kelly a verse when I piss on your sixteen\n Nigga rap Prime Minister pah, President P\n Pop off my pistol partially parched pass the tea\n Truth be told, God top rankin' I'm not thinking\n Saying whatever, love it when I put it together\n Listen, y'all bitch niggas probably Punani\n I bust a shot, you start running for mommy, P-Body\n P! Pound for pound perfection, and punch potholes in pretenders\n Pay attention it's gon pop off\n Body get beat, embody the street\n Anybody get bodied when its beef, introducing P-Body\n Partnah, we practically pioneered this position\n You punks pop shit, he popping the heaters\n You gon see a body, somebody gon be a body\n Some body probablly gonna need a body transplant\n Listen this is the BCC, and double D\n In the 2k6, we make hits\n We make chips, I'm always stacking my dough\n Can't be the \"Brokest Rapper You Know\", P-Body\n Yeah, get money or get lost\n Or get your shit split, we lickin the fifth off\n This ain't no gangsta rap\n How many muthafuckin gangsters rap, listen\n I mean, truthfully you might think you that\n But overall dude I think you wack, P-Body\n The name is new, the face the same\n The judge is wack, the case is lame\n I love the rap but I hate the game\n Matter fact, bitch, what's my name, P-Body\n"}]