[{"id":10279055,"name":"Hardcore","trackName":"Hardcore","artistName":"Firm","albumName":"The Album","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Nas Escobar)\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nEveryday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\nAnd will they ever let Gotti out?\nAm I real? Feel free to try me out\nGuaranteed eternally, you signin' out\nI only bang quarters, not a thing short of\nthan a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\nThought shorty would lose but the game taught her\nHoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\nKiller put you on, got you laced in Bucon\nBledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nBrooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\nYou know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\nMake mills and escro, decimals\nCancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\nBracelets got all, along with gold\nNow it's platinum rings, songs is sold\nHot from the jump-start, let the game spark\nThriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nHead honcho, cat Esco\nPush everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\nNever love a ho, get my dick sucked\nSmoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\nPass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\nFox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\nChorus: (x2)\n\nYour love, so good\nYou deserve some hardcore\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\nNever love a trick, get him for his chips\nF**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\nHe actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\nGot the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\nBomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nRap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\nCognac is that liquor\nGot me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\nNiggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\nMight f**k around, lay somethin' down\nwit mad niggas out here to see that shit\nWe that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\nall the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFox be the classiest, the sassiest\nThe clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\nMore of the shit to hold you with\nKeep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\nShould've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\nDoe full of ices, black Isis\nSide walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\nThe rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\nTake it from me, let a nigga dream\nMake em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\nChorus (x2)\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nIt's about time I reverse that\nBitches learn game, rehearse that\nIt ain't no love, ma remember that\nYa hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\ntryin to hurt that\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nThink you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\nwatchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\nI'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\nReceipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\nSpendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\nYou ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nDumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\nKnew the whole stee bout a chip like me\nDid it on G-P, let you eat me\nCouldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nInterlude:\n\nCan't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nChorus (x3)\n\nInterlude to fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardcore\n  artist: Firm\n  album: The Album\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Everyday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\n  And will they ever let Gotti out?\n  Am I real? Feel free to try me out\n  Guaranteed eternally, you signin' out\n  I only bang quarters, not a thing short of\n  than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\n  Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her\n  Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\n  Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon\n  Bledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\n  You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\n  Make mills and escro, decimals\n  Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\n  Bracelets got all, along with gold\n  Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold\n  Hot from the jump-start, let the game spark\n  Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Head honcho, cat Esco\n  Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\n  Never love a ho, get my dick sucked\n  Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\n  Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\n  Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\n  Chorus: (x2)\n\n  Your love, so good\n  You deserve some hardcore\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\n  Never love a trick, get him for his chips\n  F**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\n  He actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\n  Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\n  Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\n  Cognac is that liquor\n  Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\n  Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\n  Might f**k around, lay somethin' down\n  wit mad niggas out here to see that shit\n  We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\n  all the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Fox be the classiest, the sassiest\n  The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\n  More of the shit to hold you with\n  Keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\n  Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\n  Doe full of ices, black Isis\n  Side walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\n  The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\n  Take it from me, let a nigga dream\n  Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\n  Chorus (x2)\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  It's about time I reverse that\n  Bitches learn game, rehearse that\n  It ain't no love, ma remember that\n  Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\n  tryin to hurt that\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\n  watchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\n  I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\n  Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\n  Spendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\n  You ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\n  Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me\n  Did it on G-P, let you eat me\n  Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Interlude:\n\n  Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Chorus (x3)\n\n  Interlude to fade\n"},{"id":5975893,"name":"Hardcore","trackName":"Hardcore","artistName":"The Firm","albumName":"The Album","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Nas Escobar)\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nEveryday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\nAnd will they ever let Gotti out?\nAm I real? Feel free to try me out\nGuaranteed eternally, you signin' out\nI only bang quarters, not a thing short of\nThan a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\nThought shorty would lose but the game taught her\nHoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\nKiller put you on, got you laced in Bucon\nBledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nBrooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\nYou know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\nMake mills and escro, decimals\nCancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\nBracelets got all, along with gold\nNow it's platinum rings, songs is sold\nHot from the jump-start, let the game spark\nThriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nHead honcho, cat Esco\nPush everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\nNever love a ho, get my dick sucked\nSmoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\nPass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\nFox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\nChorus: (x2)\n\nYour love, so good\nYou deserve some hardcore\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\nNever love a trick, get him for his chips\nF**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\nHe actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\nGot the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\nBomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nRap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\nCognac is that liquor\nGot me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\nNiggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\nMight f**k around, lay somethin' down\nWit mad niggas out here to see that shit\nWe that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\nAll the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFox be the classiest, the sassiest\nThe clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\nMore of the shit to hold you with\nKeep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\nShould've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\nDoe full of ices, black Isis\nSide walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\nThe rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\nTake it from me, let a nigga dream\nMake em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\nChorus (x2)\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nIt's about time I reverse that\nBitches learn game, rehearse that\nIt ain't no love, ma remember that\nYa hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\nTryin to hurt that\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nThink you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\nWatchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\nI'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\nReceipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\nSpendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\nYou ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nDumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\nKnew the whole stee bout a chip like me\nDid it on G-P, let you eat me\nCouldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nInterlude:\n\nCan't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nChorus (x3)\n\nInterlude to fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardcore\n  artist: The Firm\n  album: The Album\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Everyday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\n  And will they ever let Gotti out?\n  Am I real? Feel free to try me out\n  Guaranteed eternally, you signin' out\n  I only bang quarters, not a thing short of\n  Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\n  Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her\n  Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\n  Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon\n  Bledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\n  You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\n  Make mills and escro, decimals\n  Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\n  Bracelets got all, along with gold\n  Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold\n  Hot from the jump-start, let the game spark\n  Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Head honcho, cat Esco\n  Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\n  Never love a ho, get my dick sucked\n  Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\n  Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\n  Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\n  Chorus: (x2)\n\n  Your love, so good\n  You deserve some hardcore\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\n  Never love a trick, get him for his chips\n  F**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\n  He actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\n  Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\n  Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\n  Cognac is that liquor\n  Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\n  Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\n  Might f**k around, lay somethin' down\n  Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit\n  We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\n  All the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Fox be the classiest, the sassiest\n  The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\n  More of the shit to hold you with\n  Keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\n  Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\n  Doe full of ices, black Isis\n  Side walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\n  The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\n  Take it from me, let a nigga dream\n  Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\n  Chorus (x2)\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  It's about time I reverse that\n  Bitches learn game, rehearse that\n  It ain't no love, ma remember that\n  Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\n  Tryin to hurt that\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\n  Watchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\n  I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\n  Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\n  Spendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\n  You ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\n  Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me\n  Did it on G-P, let you eat me\n  Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Interlude:\n\n  Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Chorus (x3)\n\n  Interlude to fade\n"},{"id":30566687,"name":"Hardcore","trackName":"Hardcore","artistName":"The Firm","albumName":"The Album (LP)","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Nas Escobar)\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\nWhat?\nThat Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nEveryday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\nAnd will they ever let Gotti out?\nAm I real? Feel free to try me out\nGuaranteed eternally, you signin' out\nI only bang quarters, not a thing short of\nThan a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\nThought shorty would lose but the game taught her\nHoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\nKiller put you on, got you laced in Bucon\nBledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nBrooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\nYou know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\nMake mills and escro, decimals\nCancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\nBracelets got all, along with gold\nNow it's platinum rings, songs is sold\nHot from the jump-start, let the game spark\nThriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nHead honcho, cat Esco\nPush everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\nNever love a ho, get my dick sucked\nSmoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\nPass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\nFox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\nChorus: (x2)\n\nYour love, so good\nYou deserve some hardcore\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\nNever love a trick, get him for his chips\nF**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\nHe actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\nGot the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\nBomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nRap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\nCognac is that liquor\nGot me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\nNiggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\nMight f**k around, lay somethin' down\nWit mad niggas out here to see that shit\nWe that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\nAll the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nFox be the classiest, the sassiest\nThe clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\nMore of the shit to hold you with\nKeep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\nShould've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\nDoe full of ices, black Isis\nSide walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\nThe rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\nTake it from me, let a nigga dream\nMake em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\nChorus (x2)\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nIt's about time I reverse that\nBitches learn game, rehearse that\nIt ain't no love, ma remember that\nYa hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\nTryin to hurt that\n\n(Nas Escobar)\nThink you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\nWatchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\nI'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\nReceipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\nSpendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\nYou ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n(Foxy Brown)\nDumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\nKnew the whole stee bout a chip like me\nDid it on G-P, let you eat me\nCouldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nInterlude:\n\nCan't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n(Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\nChorus (x3)\n\nInterlude to fade","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hardcore\n  artist: The Firm\n  album: The Album (LP)\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?\n  What?\n  That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Everyday I'm a polli bout, who's the best hotty out?\n  And will they ever let Gotti out?\n  Am I real? Feel free to try me out\n  Guaranteed eternally, you signin' out\n  I only bang quarters, not a thing short of\n  Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter\n  Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her\n  Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter\n  Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon\n  Bledest stone, where the place you call home?\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world\n  You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill\n  Make mills and escro, decimals\n  Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O\n  Bracelets got all, along with gold\n  Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold\n  Hot from the jump-start, let the game spark\n  Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Head honcho, cat Esco\n  Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'\n  Never love a ho, get my dick sucked\n  Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up\n  Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up\n  Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up\n\n  Chorus: (x2)\n\n  Your love, so good\n  You deserve some hardcore\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked\n  Never love a trick, get him for his chips\n  F**k him and his dick, nigga where the six?\n  He actin' like a bitch, he should've known this\n  Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin' this\n  Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures\n  Cognac is that liquor\n  Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out\n  Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out\n  Might f**k around, lay somethin' down\n  Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit\n  We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick\n  All the way down to Hicktown, layin' it down\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Fox be the classiest, the sassiest\n  The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me Moselle Crist\n  More of the shit to hold you with\n  Keep hatin' I'ma fold your bitch\n  Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6\n  Doe full of ices, black Isis\n  Side walk, my niggas stay f**kin your girl\n  The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams\n  Take it from me, let a nigga dream\n  Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream\n\n  Chorus (x2)\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  It's about time I reverse that\n  Bitches learn game, rehearse that\n  It ain't no love, ma remember that\n  Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back\n  Tryin to hurt that\n\n  (Nas Escobar)\n  Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home\n  Watchin the kids, while you're gettin' it on\n  I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin\n  Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend\n  Spendin' my dough, I coulda spent that on hydro\n  You ain't slick enough, think I don't know\n\n  (Foxy Brown)\n  Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass\n  Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me\n  Did it on G-P, let you eat me\n  Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Interlude:\n\n  Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh\n  (Nas) That Firm shit, that Firm shit\n\n  Chorus (x3)\n\n  Interlude to fade\n"}]