[{"id":12665146,"name":"10. The Notorious B.I.G. - Come On","trackName":"10. The Notorious B.I.G. - Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:01.80] Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n[00:02.63] Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n[00:04.86] And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n[00:07.96] (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n[00:09.39] Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n[00:11.02] Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n[00:12.78] Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n[00:15.18] Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n[00:16.96] Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n[00:18.33] Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n[00:21.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:23.44] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:26.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:29.15] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:31.49] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:34.28] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:37.04] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:39.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:42.30] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n[00:46.07] Off the forehead, everything is real\n[00:48.48] Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n[00:50.91] Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n[00:54.07] Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n[00:56.90] Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n[00:59.35] With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n[01:02.04] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n[01:04.05] Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n[01:07.07] A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n[01:08.57] Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n[01:12.94] Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n[01:15.28] Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n[01:18.47] And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n[01:21.88] Do you like the things that I bring?\n[01:23.83] Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n[01:26.53] Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n[01:28.88] C'mon, motherfucker!\n[01:30.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:32.72] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:35.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:37.52] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:39.46] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:42.70] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:44.87] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:47.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:52.16] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:39.14] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:41.84] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:44.42] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:47.07] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:49.58] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:52.90] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n[02:55.74] Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n[02:58.60] You can't touch my riches\n[03:00.37] Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n[03:03.86] Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n[03:06.67] The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n[03:09.17] Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n[03:11.33] I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n[03:14.60] Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n[03:17.13] So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n[03:20.10] I tote guns, I make number runs\n[03:22.72] I give MCs the runs dripping\n[03:24.83] When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n[03:28.14] Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n[03:30.94] My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:22.81] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:25.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:30.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 10. 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go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":36084213,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die (The O.G. Edition)","duration":297.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Ready To Die (The O.G. Edition)\n  duration_ms: 297000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":35923071,"name":"come on","trackName":"come on","artistName":"notorious b.i.g.","albumName":"biggie duets: the final chapter","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:01.80] Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n[00:02.63] Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n[00:04.86] And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n[00:07.96] (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n[00:09.39] Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n[00:11.02] Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n[00:12.78] Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n[00:15.18] Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n[00:16.96] Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n[00:18.33] Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n[00:21.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:23.44] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:26.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:29.15] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:31.49] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:34.28] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:37.04] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:39.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:42.30] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n[00:46.07] Off the forehead, everything is real\n[00:48.48] Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n[00:50.91] Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n[00:54.07] Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n[00:56.90] Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n[00:59.35] With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n[01:02.04] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n[01:04.05] Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n[01:07.07] A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n[01:08.57] Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n[01:12.94] Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n[01:15.28] Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n[01:18.47] And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n[01:21.88] Do you like the things that I bring?\n[01:23.83] Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n[01:26.53] Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n[01:28.88] C'mon, motherfucker!\n[01:30.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:32.72] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:35.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:37.52] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:39.46] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:42.70] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:44.87] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:47.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:52.16] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:39.14] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:41.84] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:44.42] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:47.07] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:49.58] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:52.90] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n[02:55.74] Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n[02:58.60] You can't touch my riches\n[03:00.37] Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n[03:03.86] Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n[03:06.67] The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n[03:09.17] Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n[03:11.33] I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n[03:14.60] Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n[03:17.13] So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n[03:20.10] I tote guns, I make number runs\n[03:22.72] I give MCs the runs dripping\n[03:24.83] When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n[03:28.14] Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n[03:30.94] My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:22.81] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:25.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:30.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: come on\n  artist: notorious b.i.g.\n  album: 'biggie duets: the final chapter'\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: ': The Notorious B.I.G.]'\n  start_ms: 1290\n  end_ms: 1800\n- text: Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  start_ms: 1800\n  end_ms: 2630\n- text: Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  start_ms: 2630\n  end_ms: 4860\n- text: And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  start_ms: 4860\n  end_ms: 7960\n- text: (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  start_ms: 7960\n  end_ms: 9390\n- text: Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  start_ms: 9390\n  end_ms: 11020\n- text: Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  start_ms: 11020\n  end_ms: 12780\n- text: Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  start_ms: 12780\n  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go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":26122923,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Rough Versions Remix Series: Vol. 6 Biggie","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 'The Rough Versions Remix Series: Vol. 6 Biggie'\n  duration_ms: 248000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":1324030,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:01.80] Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n[00:02.63] Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n[00:04.86] And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n[00:07.96] (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n[00:09.39] Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n[00:11.02] Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n[00:12.78] Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n[00:15.18] Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n[00:16.96] Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n[00:18.33] Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n[00:21.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:23.44] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:26.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:29.15] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:31.49] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:34.28] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:37.04] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:39.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:42.30] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n[00:46.07] Off the forehead, everything is real\n[00:48.48] Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n[00:50.91] Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n[00:54.07] Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n[00:56.90] Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n[00:59.35] With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n[01:02.04] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n[01:04.05] Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n[01:07.07] A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n[01:08.57] Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n[01:12.94] Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n[01:15.28] Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n[01:18.47] And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n[01:21.88] Do you like the things that I bring?\n[01:23.83] Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n[01:26.53] Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n[01:28.88] C'mon, motherfucker!\n[01:30.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:32.72] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:35.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:37.52] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:39.46] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:42.70] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:44.87] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:47.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:52.16] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:39.14] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:41.84] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:44.42] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:47.07] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:49.58] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:52.90] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n[02:55.74] Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n[02:58.60] You can't touch my riches\n[03:00.37] Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n[03:03.86] Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n[03:06.67] The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n[03:09.17] Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n[03:11.33] I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n[03:14.60] Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n[03:17.13] So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n[03:20.10] I tote guns, I make number runs\n[03:22.72] I give MCs the runs dripping\n[03:24.83] When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n[03:28.14] Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n[03:30.94] My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come 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everything is real\n  start_ms: 46070\n  end_ms: 48480\n- text: Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  start_ms: 48480\n  end_ms: 50910\n- text: Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  start_ms: 50910\n  end_ms: 54070\n- text: Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  start_ms: 54070\n  end_ms: 56900\n- text: Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  start_ms: 56900\n  end_ms: 59350\n- text: With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n  start_ms: 59350\n  end_ms: 62040\n- text: Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  start_ms: 62040\n  end_ms: 64050\n- text: Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  start_ms: 64050\n  end_ms: 67070\n- text: A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  start_ms: 67070\n  end_ms: 68570\n- text: Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  start_ms: 68570\n  end_ms: 72940\n- text: Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  start_ms: 72940\n  end_ms: 75280\n- text: Got that disgusting, 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  start_ms: 112160\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 118710\n- text: Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  start_ms: 118710\n  end_ms: 120790\n- text: Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  start_ms: 120790\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126020\n- text: Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  start_ms: 126020\n  end_ms: 129070\n- text: Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  start_ms: 129070\n  end_ms: 132220\n- text: The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  start_ms: 132220\n  end_ms: 134630\n- text: Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  start_ms: 134630\n  end_ms: 136650\n- text: I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  start_ms: 136650\n  end_ms: 140230\n- text: Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  start_ms: 140230\n  end_ms: 143290\n- text: Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  start_ms: 143290\n  end_ms: 145700\n- text: I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  start_ms: 145700\n  end_ms: 148690\n- text: Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n  start_ms: 148690\n  end_ms: 151160\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 151160\n  end_ms: 153560\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 153560\n  end_ms: 156730\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 156730\n  end_ms: 159140\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 159140\n  end_ms: 161840\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 161840\n  end_ms: 164420\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 164420\n  end_ms: 167070\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 167070\n  end_ms: 169580\n- text: Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  start_ms: 169580\n  end_ms: 172900\n- text: I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  start_ms: 172900\n  end_ms: 175740\n- text: Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  start_ms: 175740\n  end_ms: 178600\n- text: You can't touch my riches\n  start_ms: 178600\n  end_ms: 180370\n- text: Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  start_ms: 180370\n  end_ms: 183860\n- text: Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  start_ms: 183860\n  end_ms: 186670\n- text: The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  start_ms: 186670\n  end_ms: 189170\n- text: Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  start_ms: 189170\n  end_ms: 191330\n- text: I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  start_ms: 191330\n  end_ms: 194600\n- text: Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  start_ms: 194600\n  end_ms: 197130\n- text: So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  start_ms: 197130\n  end_ms: 200100\n- text: I tote guns, I make number runs\n  start_ms: 200100\n  end_ms: 202720\n- text: I give MCs the runs 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the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":9040118,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G., The","albumName":"Born Again","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":32957943,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"1999 - Born Again","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 1999 - Born Again\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":32604570,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again (2005 Remaster)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again (2005 Remaster)\n  duration_ms: 278000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":20513308,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":108.065669,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 108066\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":37497019,"name":"Come On","trackName":"Come On","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again (Parental Advisory)","duration":278.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again (Parental Advisory)\n  duration_ms: 277708\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n  Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n  And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n  (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n  Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n  Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n  Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n  Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n  Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n  Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":38290323,"name":"Come On (feat. Sadat X)","trackName":"Come On (feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\nSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\nSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\nThe big city it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\nHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\nI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on\n\nUhh\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nHAH, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give emcees the runs drippin;\nWhen I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable\nPeace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\nOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\nCause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\nAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\nCause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\nBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\nSignin off is the hardcore rap singer\nA.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On (feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\n  Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\n  Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\n  The big city it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\n  Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\n  I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Uhh\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  HAH, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give emcees the runs drippin;\n  When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable\n  Peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\n  Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\n  And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\n  Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\n  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer\n  A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":29991981,"name":"Come On (Featuring Sadat X)","trackName":"Come On (Featuring Sadat X)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come 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peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\nSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\nSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\nThe big city it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\nHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\nI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on\n\nUhh\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nHAH, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give emcees the runs drippin;\nWhen I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable\nPeace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\nOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\nCause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\nAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\nCause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\nBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\nSignin off is the hardcore rap singer\nA.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On (Feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\n  Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\n  Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\n  The big city it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\n  Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\n  I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Uhh\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  HAH, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give emcees the runs drippin;\n  When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable\n  Peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\n  Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\n  And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\n  Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\n  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer\n  A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":24944826,"name":"Come On (feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\nSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\nSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\nThe big city it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\nHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\nI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on\n\nUhh\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nHAH, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give emcees the runs drippin;\nWhen I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable\nPeace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\nOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\nCause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\nAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\nCause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\nBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\nSignin off is the hardcore rap singer\nA.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On (feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\n  Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\n  Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\n  The big city it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\n  Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\n  I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Uhh\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  HAH, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give emcees the runs drippin;\n  When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable\n  Peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\n  Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\n  And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\n  Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\n  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer\n  A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":27751715,"name":"Come On (Featuring Sadat X)","trackName":"Come On (Featuring Sadat X)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again [by Hillside]","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":": The Notorious B.I.G.]\nNigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\nNigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\nAnd it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n(What did the rest of them niggas do)\nThem motherfuckers was ready for anything\nThem niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\nNiggas doing what they had to do holmes\nNiggas on the real flip mode holmes\nNiggas coming out like a motherfucker\nNiggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nLet's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\nOff the forehead, everything is real\nBiggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\nWatch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\nPeace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\nHey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\nWith .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\nWell, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\nRelease the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\nA strange form, something kind of lyrical\nBiggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\nWell, in God we trust, guns I bust\nGot that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\nAnd, uh, do you know where you're going to?\nDo you like the things that I bring?\nMake an MC wanna sing for a living\nTake the beatdown we fucking giving\nC'mon, motherfucker!\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nWhat? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:01.80] Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n[00:02.63] Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n[00:04.86] And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n[00:07.96] (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n[00:09.39] Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n[00:11.02] Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n[00:12.78] Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n[00:15.18] Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n[00:16.96] Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n[00:18.33] Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n[00:21.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:23.44] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:26.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:29.15] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:31.49] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:34.28] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:37.04] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:39.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:42.30] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n[00:46.07] Off the forehead, everything is real\n[00:48.48] Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n[00:50.91] Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n[00:54.07] Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n[00:56.90] Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n[00:59.35] With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n[01:02.04] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n[01:04.05] Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n[01:07.07] A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n[01:08.57] Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n[01:12.94] Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n[01:15.28] Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n[01:18.47] And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n[01:21.88] Do you like the things that I bring?\n[01:23.83] Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n[01:26.53] Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n[01:28.88] C'mon, motherfucker!\n[01:30.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:32.72] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:35.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:37.52] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:39.46] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:42.70] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:44.87] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:47.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:52.16] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:39.14] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:41.84] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:44.42] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:47.07] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:49.58] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:52.90] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n[02:55.74] Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n[02:58.60] You can't touch my riches\n[03:00.37] Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n[03:03.86] Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n[03:06.67] The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n[03:09.17] Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n[03:11.33] I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n[03:14.60] Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n[03:17.13] So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n[03:20.10] I tote guns, I make number runs\n[03:22.72] I give MCs the runs dripping\n[03:24.83] When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n[03:28.14] Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n[03:30.94] My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  start_ms: 112160\n  end_ms: 116060\n- text: When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  start_ms: 116060\n  end_ms: 118710\n- text: Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  start_ms: 118710\n  end_ms: 120790\n- text: Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  start_ms: 120790\n  end_ms: 123730\n- text: Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  start_ms: 123730\n  end_ms: 126020\n- text: Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  start_ms: 126020\n  end_ms: 129070\n- text: Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  start_ms: 129070\n  end_ms: 132220\n- text: The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  start_ms: 132220\n  end_ms: 134630\n- text: Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  start_ms: 134630\n  end_ms: 136650\n- text: I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  start_ms: 136650\n  end_ms: 140230\n- text: Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with 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go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On (ft. 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":38113368,"name":"Come On (feat. 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Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\nSellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\nSomebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\nThe big city it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\nHey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\nI'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on\n\nUhh\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot glocks\nHAH, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give emcees the runs drippin;\nWhen I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable\nPeace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\nOh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\nCause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\nAnd I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\nCause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\nBig Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\nSignin off is the hardcore rap singer\nA.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\nCome on motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come On (feat. Sadat X)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Album - Born Again\n  duration_ms: 277000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on Let's go deep into the phrase, beautiful sunrays\n\n  Off the baldhead, everything is real\n  Biggie me put on this joint so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo' bet on seven\n  Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready\n\n  Uhhh well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat\n  Release the BRAINSTORM, to make your motherfuckin BRAIN WARM\n  A strange form, somethin kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well \"In God We Trust\", guns I bust\n  Got that disgustin, sewer style dumpin\n  And that uhh do you knowwwwww, where you're goin to\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an emcee wanna sing for a livin\n\n  Take the beatdown we fuckin givin, c'mon motherfucker\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggaz want drama, puttin work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week, that shit was too hot\n  Sellin pieces and treys, cuts my dimes\n  Somebody gon' get paid, somebody block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as y'all run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo Biggie tell these niggaz I'ma hit em where it hurts\n  The big city it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papichulo, to all the spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or fo' stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n\n  Hey yo money that's yo' stock, yo Bigs pass the glock\n\n  I'ma tell him it can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n\n  Uhh\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's, the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot glocks\n  HAH, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the landspread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give emcees the runs drippin;\n  When I throw my clip in the A.K., I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable\n  Peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the llello\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jailcells\n  Oh my God I'm droppin shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fuckin shit spill\n  And I'm talkin bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  Cause I got mo' shots to pop-ya\n  Big Pop-pa, breakin you off somethin proper\n  Signin off is the hardcore rap singer\n  A.k.a. crack slinger, bring it anytime nigga\n\n  Come on motherfuckers, come on\n"},{"id":39752853,"name":"Come on feat. 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Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\nWhen I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\nSelling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\nSomebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\nReaction is delayed as ya run down the block\nCaught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\nHey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\nThe Big City, it don't spare no bodies\nCall me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\nI'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\nSeen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\nHey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\nI'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\nLife is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\n\nI got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\nNine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\nYou can't touch my riches\nEven if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\nBiggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\nThe two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\nHuh, that's how I got the weed spot\nI shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\nLil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\nSo don't resist or you might miss Christmas\nI tote guns, I make number runs\nI give MCs the runs dripping\nWhen I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\nEverybody hit the D-E-C-K\nMy slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\nNow we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\nThat's crazy blunts, mad L's\nMy voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\nOh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\nI hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\nSo you better grab your pistol\n'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\nAnd I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\nSadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\nBig Poppa, breaking you off something proper\nSigning off is the hardcore rap singer\nAKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on\nCome on, motherfuckers, come on","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.29] : The Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:01.80] Nigga was Motherfuckin' hyped up\n[00:02.63] Nigga just grabbed a nigga and snuffed a nigga\n[00:04.86] And it was on from there wasn't nothing stopping him holmes\n[00:07.96] (What did the rest of them niggas do)\n[00:09.39] Them motherfuckers was ready for anything\n[00:11.02] Them niggas was packing burners, niggas ready to fight with them\n[00:12.78] Niggas doing what they had to do holmes\n[00:15.18] Niggas on the real flip mode holmes\n[00:16.96] Niggas coming out like a motherfucker\n[00:18.33] Niggas was ancy like come on, come on, motherfuckers\n[00:21.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:23.44] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:26.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:29.15] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:31.49] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:34.28] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:37.04] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:39.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[00:42.30] Let's go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n[00:46.07] Off the forehead, everything is real\n[00:48.48] Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n[00:50.91] Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n[00:54.07] Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n[00:56.90] Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n[00:59.35] With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n[01:02.04] Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n[01:04.05] Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n[01:07.07] A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n[01:08.57] Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n[01:12.94] Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n[01:15.28] Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n[01:18.47] And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n[01:21.88] Do you like the things that I bring?\n[01:23.83] Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n[01:26.53] Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n[01:28.88] C'mon, motherfucker!\n[01:30.76] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:32.72] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:35.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:37.52] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:39.46] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:42.70] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:44.87] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:47.13] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[01:52.16] What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n[01:56.06] When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n[01:58.71] Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n[02:00.79] Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n[02:03.73] Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n[02:06.02] Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n[02:09.07] Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n[02:12.22] The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n[02:14.63] Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n[02:16.65] I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n[02:20.23] Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n[02:23.29] Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n[02:25.70] I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n[02:28.69] Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n[02:31.16] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:33.56] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:36.73] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:39.14] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:41.84] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:44.42] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:47.07] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:49.58] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[02:52.90] I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n[02:55.74] Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n[02:58.60] You can't touch my riches\n[03:00.37] Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n[03:03.86] Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n[03:06.67] The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n[03:09.17] Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n[03:11.33] I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n[03:14.60] Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n[03:17.13] So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n[03:20.10] I tote guns, I make number runs\n[03:22.72] I give MCs the runs dripping\n[03:24.83] When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n[03:28.14] Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n[03:30.94] My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n[03:34.21] Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n[03:37.16] That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n[03:39.28] My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n[03:41.96] Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n[03:44.29] I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n[03:47.27] So you better grab your pistol\n[03:48.85] 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n[03:51.98] And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n[03:54.44] Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n[03:57.82] 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n[04:00.42] Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n[04:02.78] Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n[04:05.97] AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n[04:08.24] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:12.36] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:13.85] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:15.34] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:17.10] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:19.97] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:22.81] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:25.47] Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n[04:30.23] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Come on feat. 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go deep into the phrase, feel the sun rays\n  Off the forehead, everything is real\n  Biggie put me on this joint, so I'ma be the big wheel\n  Watch it spin, hey dad, placed your bet on seven\n  Peace to 106, 108, 110 and 111th\n  Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn\n  With .22s in your shoes, yo, keep this joint cooking\n\n  Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat?\n  Release the brainstorm to make your motherfucking brain warm\n  A strange form, something kind of lyrical\n  Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual\n  Well, in God we trust, guns I bust\n  Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping\n  And, uh, do you know where you're going to?\n  Do you like the things that I bring?\n  Make an MC wanna sing for a living\n  Take the beatdown we fucking giving\n  C'mon, motherfucker!\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  What? Niggas want drama, putting work on my block\n  When I told y'all last week that shit was too hot\n  Selling deuces and treys cuts my dimes\n  Somebody don't get paid, somebody's block get sprayed\n  Reaction is delayed as ya run down the block\n  Caught one in your chest, your breath come in spurts\n  Hey yo, Biggie, tell these niggas I'ma hit 'em where it hurts\n  The Big City, it don't spare no bodies\n  Call me papi chulo, to all the Spanish mamis\n  I'm about ten blunts down, drank three or four stouts\n  Seen five fat asses, passed this bitch with glasses\n  Hey, your money, that's your stock, yo bitch, pass the Glock\n  I'ma tell them, \"It can happen, don't play me with that rap shit\"\n  Life is real, so Biggie take the steel\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n\n  I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's\n  Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end\n  You can't touch my riches\n  Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches\n  Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht\n  The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks\n  Huh, that's how I got the weed spot\n  I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread\n  Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body\n  So don't resist or you might miss Christmas\n  I tote guns, I make number runs\n  I give MCs the runs dripping\n  When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away\n  Everybody hit the D-E-C-K\n  My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo\n  Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo\n  That's crazy blunts, mad L's\n  My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells\n  Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon\n  I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening\n  So you better grab your pistol\n  'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill\n  And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?\n  Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it\n  'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya\n  Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper\n  Signing off is the hardcore rap singer\n  AKA crack slinger, bring it any time nigga\n\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n  Come on, motherfuckers, come on\n"}]