[{"id":31089501,"name":"No Love Lost","trackName":"No Love Lost","artistName":"Shaquille O’Neal","albumName":"You Can’t Stop the Reign","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\nHa ha ha ha ha!\n'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\nSay what you got to say\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nExuberant, change course, exhilarated\nFlamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\nNow it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\nI'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\nWhat's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\nIn my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\nBroke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\nI Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\nI'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\nHere's a toast, the world is mine\nI promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\nI represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\nHooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\nI got more flavor than the mystic\nFringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\nStyle postulates, now pause while you get splitted\nI'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\nEnter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nYo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\nTogether we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\nWe rhyme related, very underestimated\nThat's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\nSteady grinnin', money boss spendin'\nDistant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\nSpiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\nPreachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\nIt shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\nAin't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\nI had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\nTook the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\nFrom the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\nPlay to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\nYou breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\nCome around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\nAin't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\nAnd layin' there shiverin' half the night\nYou gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\nI'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\nBig Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\nPeople know me on these streets and the towns I been through\nLookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nFo' sho', everything's for dough now\nThe flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\nIt's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\nWe stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\nGet wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\nY'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\nGhettoed out in the vehicle bent\nThese days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\nUh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\nJay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\nI know you rappers wanna see me fail\nBut quick to see a 600SL V12\nAnd live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\nI got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\nYour block time too high, too many hands in your pie\nSeventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\nBottom line\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nI spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\nNo longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\nIt hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\nWithout the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\nBut curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\nBlowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\nAm I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\nIn a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\nI flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\nYou got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\nAin't no love lost, none taken, none given\nStressin' how I'm livin' it\nThinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\nBought my clique Glaisers and pagers\nRollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\nCopped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\nFeedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\nBut now two years, five months and thirty days later\nI still put out the street flavor\nBut watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\nAwoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\nBubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\nJust thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\nSo now that I can see the 360\nNow that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\nWhoa\n\nRock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Love Lost\n  artist: Shaquille O’Neal\n  album: You Can’t Stop the Reign\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\n  Ha ha ha ha ha!\n  'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\n  Say what you got to say\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Exuberant, change course, exhilarated\n  Flamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\n  Now it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\n  I'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\n  What's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\n  In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\n  Broke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\n  I Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\n  I'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\n  Here's a toast, the world is mine\n  I promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\n  I represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\n  Hooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\n  I got more flavor than the mystic\n  Fringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\n  Style postulates, now pause while you get splitted\n  I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\n  Enter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Yo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\n  Together we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\n  We rhyme related, very underestimated\n  That's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\n  Steady grinnin', money boss spendin'\n  Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\n  Spiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\n  Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\n  It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\n  Ain't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\n  I had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\n  Took the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\n  From the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\n  Play to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\n  You breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\n  Come around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\n  Ain't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\n  And layin' there shiverin' half the night\n  You gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\n  I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\n  Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\n  People know me on these streets and the towns I been through\n  Lookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Fo' sho', everything's for dough now\n  The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\n  It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\n  We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\n  Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\n  Y'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\n  Ghettoed out in the vehicle bent\n  These days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\n  Uh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\n  Jay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\n  I know you rappers wanna see me fail\n  But quick to see a 600SL V12\n  And live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\n  I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\n  Your block time too high, too many hands in your pie\n  Seventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\n  Bottom line\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\n  No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\n  It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\n  Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\n  But curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\n  Blowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\n  Am I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\n  In a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\n  I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\n  You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\n  Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given\n  Stressin' how I'm livin' it\n  Thinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\n  Bought my clique Glaisers and pagers\n  Rollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\n  Copped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\n  Feedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\n  But now two years, five months and thirty days later\n  I still put out the street flavor\n  But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\n  Awoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\n  Bubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\n  Just thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\n  So now that I can see the 360\n  Now that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\n  Whoa\n\n  Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house\n"},{"id":31272010,"name":"No Love Lost","trackName":"No Love Lost","artistName":"Shaquille O’Neal","albumName":"You Can’t Stop the Reign","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\nHa ha ha ha ha!\n'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\nSay what you got to say\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nExuberant, change course, exhilarated\nFlamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\nNow it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\nI'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\nWhat's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\nIn my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\nBroke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\nI Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\nI'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\nHere's a toast, the world is mine\nI promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\nI represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\nHooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\nI got more flavor than the mystic\nFringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\nStyle postulates, now pause while you get splitted\nI'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\nEnter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nYo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\nTogether we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\nWe rhyme related, very underestimated\nThat's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\nSteady grinnin', money boss spendin'\nDistant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\nSpiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\nPreachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\nIt shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\nAin't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\nI had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\nTook the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\nFrom the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\nPlay to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\nYou breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\nCome around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\nAin't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\nAnd layin' there shiverin' half the night\nYou gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\nI'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\nBig Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\nPeople know me on these streets and the towns I been through\nLookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nFo' sho', everything's for dough now\nThe flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\nIt's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\nWe stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\nGet wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\nY'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\nGhettoed out in the vehicle bent\nThese days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\nUh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\nJay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\nI know you rappers wanna see me fail\nBut quick to see a 600SL V12\nAnd live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\nI got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\nYour block time too high, too many hands in your pie\nSeventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\nBottom line\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nI spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\nNo longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\nIt hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\nWithout the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\nBut curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\nBlowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\nAm I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\nIn a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\nI flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\nYou got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\nAin't no love lost, none taken, none given\nStressin' how I'm livin' it\nThinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\nBought my clique Glaisers and pagers\nRollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\nCopped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\nFeedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\nBut now two years, five months and thirty days later\nI still put out the street flavor\nBut watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\nAwoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\nBubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\nJust thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\nSo now that I can see the 360\nNow that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\nWhoa\n\nRock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Love Lost\n  artist: Shaquille O’Neal\n  album: You Can’t Stop the Reign\n  duration_ms: 231000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\n  Ha ha ha ha ha!\n  'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\n  Say what you got to say\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Exuberant, change course, exhilarated\n  Flamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\n  Now it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\n  I'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\n  What's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\n  In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\n  Broke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\n  I Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\n  I'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\n  Here's a toast, the world is mine\n  I promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\n  I represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\n  Hooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\n  I got more flavor than the mystic\n  Fringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\n  Style postulates, now pause while you get splitted\n  I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\n  Enter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Yo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\n  Together we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\n  We rhyme related, very underestimated\n  That's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\n  Steady grinnin', money boss spendin'\n  Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\n  Spiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\n  Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\n  It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\n  Ain't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\n  I had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\n  Took the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\n  From the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\n  Play to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\n  You breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\n  Come around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\n  Ain't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\n  And layin' there shiverin' half the night\n  You gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\n  I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\n  Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\n  People know me on these streets and the towns I been through\n  Lookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Fo' sho', everything's for dough now\n  The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\n  It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\n  We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\n  Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\n  Y'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\n  Ghettoed out in the vehicle bent\n  These days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\n  Uh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\n  Jay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\n  I know you rappers wanna see me fail\n  But quick to see a 600SL V12\n  And live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\n  I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\n  Your block time too high, too many hands in your pie\n  Seventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\n  Bottom line\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\n  No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\n  It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\n  Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\n  But curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\n  Blowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\n  Am I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\n  In a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\n  I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\n  You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\n  Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given\n  Stressin' how I'm livin' it\n  Thinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\n  Bought my clique Glaisers and pagers\n  Rollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\n  Copped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\n  Feedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\n  But now two years, five months and thirty days later\n  I still put out the street flavor\n  But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\n  Awoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\n  Bubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\n  Just thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\n  So now that I can see the 360\n  Now that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\n  Whoa\n\n  Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house\n"},{"id":24614515,"name":"No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)","trackName":"No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)","artistName":"Shaquille O'Neal","albumName":"You Can't Stop the Reign","duration":294.782604,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\nHa ha ha ha ha!\n'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\nSay what you got to say\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nExuberant, change course, exhilarated\nFlamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\nNow it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\nI'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\nWhat's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\nIn my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\nBroke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\nI Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\nI'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\nHere's a toast, the world is mine\nI promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\nI represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\nHooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\nI got more flavor than the mystic\nFringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\nStyle postulates, now pause while you get splitted\nI'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\nEnter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nYo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\nTogether we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\nWe rhyme related, very underestimated\nThat's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\nSteady grinnin', money boss spendin'\nDistant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\nSpiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\nPreachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\nIt shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\nAin't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\nI had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\nTook the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\nFrom the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\nPlay to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\nYou breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\nCome around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\nAin't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\nAnd layin' there shiverin' half the night\nYou gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\nI'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\nBig Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\nPeople know me on these streets and the towns I been through\nLookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nFo' sho', everything's for dough now\nThe flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\nIt's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\nWe stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\nGet wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\nY'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\nGhettoed out in the vehicle bent\nThese days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\nUh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\nJay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\nI know you rappers wanna see me fail\nBut quick to see a 600SL V12\nAnd live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\nI got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\nYour block time too high, too many hands in your pie\nSeventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\nBottom line\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nI spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\nNo longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\nIt hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\nWithout the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\nBut curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\nBlowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\nAm I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\nIn a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\nI flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\nYou got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\nAin't no love lost, none taken, none given\nStressin' how I'm livin' it\nThinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\nBought my clique Glaisers and pagers\nRollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\nCopped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\nFeedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\nBut now two years, five months and thirty days later\nI still put out the street flavor\nBut watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\nAwoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\nBubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\nJust thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\nSo now that I can see the 360\nNow that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\nWhoa\n\nRock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)\n  artist: Shaquille O'Neal\n  album: You Can't Stop the Reign\n  duration_ms: 294783\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\n  Ha ha ha ha ha!\n  'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\n  Say what you got to say\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Exuberant, change course, exhilarated\n  Flamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\n  Now it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\n  I'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\n  What's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\n  In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\n  Broke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\n  I Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\n  I'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\n  Here's a toast, the world is mine\n  I promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\n  I represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\n  Hooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\n  I got more flavor than the mystic\n  Fringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\n  Style postulates, now pause while you get splitted\n  I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\n  Enter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Yo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\n  Together we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\n  We rhyme related, very underestimated\n  That's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\n  Steady grinnin', money boss spendin'\n  Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\n  Spiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\n  Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\n  It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\n  Ain't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\n  I had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\n  Took the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\n  From the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\n  Play to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\n  You breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\n  Come around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\n  Ain't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\n  And layin' there shiverin' half the night\n  You gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\n  I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\n  Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\n  People know me on these streets and the towns I been through\n  Lookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Fo' sho', everything's for dough now\n  The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\n  It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\n  We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\n  Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\n  Y'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\n  Ghettoed out in the vehicle bent\n  These days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\n  Uh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\n  Jay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\n  I know you rappers wanna see me fail\n  But quick to see a 600SL V12\n  And live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\n  I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\n  Your block time too high, too many hands in your pie\n  Seventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\n  Bottom line\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\n  No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\n  It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\n  Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\n  But curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\n  Blowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\n  Am I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\n  In a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\n  I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\n  You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\n  Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given\n  Stressin' how I'm livin' it\n  Thinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\n  Bought my clique Glaisers and pagers\n  Rollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\n  Copped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\n  Feedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\n  But now two years, five months and thirty days later\n  I still put out the street flavor\n  But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\n  Awoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\n  Bubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\n  Just thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\n  So now that I can see the 360\n  Now that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\n  Whoa\n\n  Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house\n"},{"id":31100640,"name":"No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)","trackName":"No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)","artistName":"Shaquille O'Neal, JAŸ-Z, Nas, Lord Tariq","albumName":"You Can't Stop the Reign","duration":295.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\nHa ha ha ha ha!\n'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\nSay what you got to say\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nExuberant, change course, exhilarated\nFlamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\nNow it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\nI'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\nWhat's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\nIn my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\nBroke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\nI Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\nI'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\nHere's a toast, the world is mine\nI promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\nI represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\nHooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\nI got more flavor than the mystic\nFringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\nStyle postulates, now pause while you get splitted\nI'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\nEnter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nYo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\nTogether we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\nWe rhyme related, very underestimated\nThat's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\nSteady grinnin', money boss spendin'\nDistant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\nSpiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\nPreachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\nIt shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\nAin't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\nI had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\nTook the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\nFrom the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\nPlay to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\nYou breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\nCome around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\nAin't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\nAnd layin' there shiverin' half the night\nYou gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\nI'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\nBig Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\nPeople know me on these streets and the towns I been through\nLookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nFo' sho', everything's for dough now\nThe flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\nIt's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\nWe stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\nGet wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\nY'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\nGhettoed out in the vehicle bent\nThese days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\nUh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\nJay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\nI know you rappers wanna see me fail\nBut quick to see a 600SL V12\nAnd live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\nI got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\nYour block time too high, too many hands in your pie\nSeventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\nBottom line\n\nPeople know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\nLookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\nSurprise! What I do is already legalized\nAnalyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\nI spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\nNo longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\nIt hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\nWithout the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\nBut curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\nBlowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\nAm I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\nIn a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\nI flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\nYou got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\nAin't no love lost, none taken, none given\nStressin' how I'm livin' it\nThinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\nBought my clique Glaisers and pagers\nRollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\nCopped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\nFeedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\nBut now two years, five months and thirty days later\nI still put out the street flavor\nBut watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\nAwoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\nBubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\nJust thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\nSo now that I can see the 360\nNow that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\nWhoa\n\nRock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: No Love Lost (feat. Jay-Z, Nas & Lord Tariq)\n  artist: Shaquille O'Neal, JAŸ-Z, Nas, Lord Tariq\n  album: You Can't Stop the Reign\n  duration_ms: 295000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Believe it or not, I love all playa haters\n  Ha ha ha ha ha!\n  'Cause ain't no love lost here, baby\n  Say what you got to say\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Exuberant, change course, exhilarated\n  Flamboyant, but bouncy on beat breaks, I'm animated\n  Now it's been stated, I'm lyrically enthusiastic\n  I'm dope like all these cold CDs wrapped in plastic\n  What's the meaning of life? Y'all should know\n  In my lifetime, I need a whole lotta dough\n  Broke, no need to get zealous, you jealous? Say you jealous\n  I Spike on that ass like Monica Seles\n  I'm splittin' the vine, fine, exquisite like some elegant wine\n  Here's a toast, the world is mine\n  I promise I'ma keep it pumpin'\n  I represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no freakin' country bumpkin\n  Hooparistic, freakaristic, poetic frenzy with conception\n  I got more flavor than the mystic\n  Fringe benefidic, urgin' y'all to get wit' it\n  Style postulates, now pause while you get splitted\n  I'm not just taco, I'm the whole enchilado\n  Enter any center, blow it up like Desperado\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Yo, L.A., the Bronx to BK land\n  Together we about a ton of better on the weigh-in\n  We rhyme related, very underestimated\n  That's why I'm winnin' in this world of sin\n  Steady grinnin', money boss spendin'\n  Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influential\n  Spiritually and mental, what you into, I done been through\n  Preachin' my words and don't know it, you owe\n  It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it\n  Ain't nothin' changed but the players, the game remains the same\n  I had a ten-year run, hey, I can't complain\n  Took the next step, see, from Coke to Pepsi\n  From the BX, we ridin' to South Beach on jet skis\n  Play to survive, you ain't live, you just livin'\n  You breathin' a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden\n  Come around, bad decision, you'd rather be in prison\n  Ain't no duckin' what I'm deliverin', won't be forgiven\n  And layin' there shiverin' half the night\n  You gotta walk toward the light, everything is a'ight\n  I'll make sure everything you endure stays tight\n  Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight\n\n  People know me on these streets and the towns I been through\n  Lookin' at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze how I floss across, ain't no love lost\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  Fo' sho', everything's for dough now\n  The flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now\n  It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down\n  We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown\n  Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bezel out\n  Y'all don't like it, sue me, fuck, I settle out\n  Ghettoed out in the vehicle bent\n  These days I'm mellowed out, see success make a fella content\n  Uh-huh, you know, who's rap star, papi chulo\n  Jay-Z Hugo, of course, player, you lost, player\n  I know you rappers wanna see me fail\n  But quick to see a 600SL V12\n  And live wit' it, y'all got dough to get, get it\n  I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine\n  Your block time too high, too many hands in your pie\n  Seventy-thirty, the nigga you work for work for me\n  Bottom line\n\n  People know me on these streets, playa, I ain't new\n  Lookin' at me all funny while I'm countin' my money\n  Surprise! What I do is already legalized\n  Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost\n\n  I spent nights on corners, see the crack, copped my first MAC\n  No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back\n  It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat\n  Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearse black\n  But curse that, try to see Nas was your worst match\n  Blowin' like Tahiti, throw off NYPD\n  Am I greedy? Like, I mean, E.D.I. see me\n  In a fly Cellini, Gibbie frames and a beanie\n  I flip my loot twice a week on the most trifest streets\n  You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep\n  Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given\n  Stressin' how I'm livin' it\n  Thinkin' when my loot first came, look what I did wit' it\n  Bought my clique Glaisers and pagers\n  Rollin' ten-deep to Las Vegas\n  Copped a lot of crack, chopped it up, hit my block off with gators\n  Feedin' peoples from the Bridge to Decatur\n  But now two years, five months and thirty days later\n  I still put out the street flavor\n  But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his Nike wear\n  Awoke me of the ways I used to be in my heist years\n  Bubble eye, small fry, loaded four-five\n  Just thirstin' for some person with shines to just walk by\n  So now that I can see the 360\n  Now that it's me that's jiggy, them coolie heads, they wanna stick me\n  Whoa\n\n  Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house, rock the house\n"}]