[{"id":28581922,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G","albumName":"Rob E Rob - The Notorious B.I.G - The Final Mixtape","duration":64.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.04] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.52] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.71] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.25] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.18] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.63] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.39] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.15] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.86] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.51] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.38] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.98] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.59] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.31] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.80] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.63] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.50] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.97] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.72] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.43] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.35] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.10] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.11] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.94] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.60] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.84] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.12] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.57] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.21] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.63] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.92] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.73] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.31] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.84] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.78] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.68] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.48] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.15] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.84] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.39] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.84] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.51] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.99] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.95] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.42] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.72] Do it!\n[04:12.24] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.38] [?] seen?\n[04:24.24] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.09] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.74] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.64] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.49] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.89] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.95] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.14] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.22] Just a little peck\n[04:37.53] Like that?\n[04:38.76] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.05] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G\n album: Rob E Rob - The Notorious B.I.G - The Final Mixtape\n duration_ms: 64000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":12855367,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready to Die: For the Respect","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":16129513,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die: For The Respect - EP","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":2439568,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Music Inspired by Biggie: I Got a Story to Tell","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.92] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.44] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.70] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.27] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.52] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.03] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.22] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.71] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.19] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.53] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.37] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.65] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.92] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.58] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.49] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.80] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.26] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.46] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.29] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.42] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.98] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.58] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.56] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.63] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.33] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.57] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.88] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.73] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":11138792,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Music Inspired by Biggie: I Got a Story to Tell","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? 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Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.03] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.58] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.05] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.73] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.27] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.65] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.36] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.17] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.99] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.53] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.35] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.84] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.68] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.53] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:40.02] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.74] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.40] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.38] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.17] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.12] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.93] In the streets without a gat? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":35152573,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B․I․G․","albumName":"Music Inspired By Biggie∶ I Got A Story To Tell","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.03] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.58] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.05] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.73] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.27] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.65] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.36] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.17] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.99] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.53] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.35] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.84] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.68] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.53] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:40.02] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.74] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.40] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.38] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.17] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.12] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.93] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.62] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.81] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.19] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.51] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.23] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.67] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.95] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.72] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.79] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.63] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.46] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.16] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.89] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.32] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.88] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.58] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.96] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.93] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.43] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.74] Do it!\n[04:12.27] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.35] [?] seen?\n[04:24.30] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.08] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.83] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.66] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.40] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.87] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.98] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.11] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.27] Just a little peck\n[04:37.51] Like that?\n[04:38.75] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.04] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n album: Music Inspired By Biggie∶ I Got A Story To Tell\n duration_ms: 321000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":2423366,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die: The Remaster","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.92] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.44] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.70] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.27] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.52] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.03] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.22] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.71] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.19] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.53] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.37] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.65] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.92] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.58] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.49] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.80] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.26] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.46] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.29] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.42] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.98] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.58] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.56] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.63] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.33] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.57] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.88] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.73] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.06] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.50] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.78] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.21] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.60] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.35] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.14] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.57] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.37] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.95] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.57] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.37] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.88] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.64] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.44] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.99] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.76] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.42] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.37] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.12] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.16] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.90] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.67] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.83] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.16] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.56] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.21] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.69] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.93] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.72] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.37] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.73] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.44] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.11] \n[03:41.63] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.49] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.19] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.89] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.36] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.86] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.53] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.94] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.94] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.42] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.77] Do it!\n[04:12.28] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.30] [?] seen?\n[04:24.24] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.01] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.77] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.66] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.47] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.87] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.93] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.10] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.24] Just a little peck\n[04:37.50] Like that?\n[04:38.72] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.03] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.04] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Ready To Die: The Remaster'\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":11348152,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die: The Remaster","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.03] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.58] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.05] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.73] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.27] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.65] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.36] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.17] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.99] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.53] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.35] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.84] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.68] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.53] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:40.02] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.74] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.40] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.38] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.17] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.12] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.93] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.62] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.81] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.19] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.51] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.23] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.67] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.95] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.72] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.79] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.63] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.46] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.16] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.89] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.32] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.88] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.58] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.96] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.93] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.43] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.74] Do it!\n[04:12.27] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.35] [?] seen?\n[04:24.30] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.08] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.83] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.66] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.40] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.87] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.98] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.11] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.27] Just a little peck\n[04:37.51] Like that?\n[04:38.75] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.04] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Ready To Die: The Remaster'\n duration_ms: 321000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":31759489,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die The Remaster (U.S. Amended Version 94568)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":11157299,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Studio Album Collection","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":37647164,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready to Die (The)","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52]No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35]Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98][?] on the corner\n[00:21.45]Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05]Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27]My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72]Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11]Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91]Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54]I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36]Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62]New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82]Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93]2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51]No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47]To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82]Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33]I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23]I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48]The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57]Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68]On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38]Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20]Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53]I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37]So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16]Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86]Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71]Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":2125323,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready to Die - The Remaster","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.92] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.44] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.70] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.27] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.52] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.03] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.22] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.71] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.19] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.53] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.37] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.65] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.92] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.58] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.49] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.80] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.26] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.46] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.29] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.42] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.98] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.58] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.56] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.63] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.33] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.57] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.88] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.73] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.06] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.50] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.78] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.21] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.60] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.35] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.14] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.57] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.37] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.95] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.57] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.37] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.88] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.64] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.44] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.99] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.76] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.42] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.37] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.12] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.16] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.90] In the streets without a gat? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":89608,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die The Remaster","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.04] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.52] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.71] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.25] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.18] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.63] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.39] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.15] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.86] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.51] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.38] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.98] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.59] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.31] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.80] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.63] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.50] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.97] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.72] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.43] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.35] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.10] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.11] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.94] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.60] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.84] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.12] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.57] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.21] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.63] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.92] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.73] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.31] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.84] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.78] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.68] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.48] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.15] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.84] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.39] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.84] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.51] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.99] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.95] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.42] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.72] Do it!\n[04:12.24] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.38] [?] seen?\n[04:24.24] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.09] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.74] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.64] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.49] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.89] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.95] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.14] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.22] Just a little peck\n[04:37.53] Like that?\n[04:38.76] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.05] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready To Die The Remaster\n duration_ms: 321000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":16809718,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G., The","albumName":"Ready to Die: The Remaster","duration":321.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.03] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.58] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.05] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.73] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.27] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.17] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.65] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.36] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.17] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.85] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.99] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.53] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.35] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.84] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.68] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.53] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:40.02] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.74] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.40] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.38] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.17] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.12] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.93] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.62] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.81] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.19] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.51] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.23] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.67] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.95] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.72] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.32] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.88] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.79] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.63] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.46] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.16] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.89] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.32] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.88] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.58] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.96] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.93] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.43] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.74] Do it!\n[04:12.27] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.35] [?] seen?\n[04:24.30] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.08] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.83] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.66] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.40] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.87] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.98] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.11] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.27] Just a little peck\n[04:37.51] Like that?\n[04:38.75] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.04] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n album: 'Ready to Die: The Remaster'\n duration_ms: 321307\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":39448258,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die The Remaster (U.S. Amended Version 94568) (The Remaster)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52]No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35]Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98][?] on the corner\n[00:21.45]Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05]Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27]My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72]Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11]Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91]Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54]I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36]Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62]New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82]Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93]2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51]No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47]To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82]Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33]I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23]I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48]The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57]Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68]On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38]Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20]Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53]I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37]So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16]Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86]Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71]Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.04]Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.52]Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07]Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.71]C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.25]Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.18]Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.63]All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.39]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.15]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.86]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.51]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.38]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.98]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.59]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.31]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.80]Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.63]Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.50]Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.97]Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.72]As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.43]Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.35]And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.10]Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.11]Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.94]In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.60]If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.84]Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.12]Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.57]To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.21]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.63]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.92]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.73]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.31]Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.84]Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.78]Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40]Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07]\n[03:41.68]Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.48]In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.15]Have Mercy!\n[03:51.84]The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.39]And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.84]And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.51]Have Mercy!\n[04:00.99]The halloween at de party\n[04:02.95]And everybody look irie\n[04:05.42]Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.72]Do it!\n[04:12.24]No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.38][?] seen?\n[04:24.24]Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.09]Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.74]Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.64]'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.49]I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.89]It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.95]But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.14]I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.22]Just a little peck\n[04:37.53]Like that?\n[04:38.76]That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.05]You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05]Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.40]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready To Die The Remaster (U.S. Amended Version 94568) (The Remaster)\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":24593628,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die The Remaster (Explicit)","duration":322.324898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":24834047,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die (The Remaster CD)","duration":321.332245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":13096664,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die [The 2005 Remaster]","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.58] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.34] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.81] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.47] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.72] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.82] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.24] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.07] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.29] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.78] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.12] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.92] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.58] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.38] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.60] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.80] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.96] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.53] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.46] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.35] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.25] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.27] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.46] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.97] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.56] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.52] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.61] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.35] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.24] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.58] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.35] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.19] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.82] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.78] Put the drugs on the shelf? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":32265638,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready to Die [The Remaster] Disc 1","duration":323.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.04] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.52] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.71] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.25] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.18] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.63] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.39] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.15] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.86] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.51] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.38] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.98] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.59] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.31] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.80] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.63] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.50] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.97] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.72] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.43] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.35] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.10] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.11] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.94] In the streets without a gat? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"},{"id":31089837,"name":"Respect","trackName":"Respect","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die (The Remaster) [by Hillside]","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\nComes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[?] on the corner\nWatch this, lawd\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\nMy moms is late so I had to plan my escape\nOut the skins, in this world of fly girls\nTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\nTen months in this gut, what the fuck\nI wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\nWild juvenile ripping mics and shit\nNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this\nThen came the worst date, May 21st\n2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\nNo spouse in the house so she rode for self\nTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\nUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\nI'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\nI made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\nThe doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\nOn the drug scene, fuck a football team:\nRisking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\nHearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\nI mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\nSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\nMom said that I should grow up and check myself\nBefore I wreck myself, disrespect myself\nPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\nScarface, King of New York, I want to be it\nRap was secondary, money was necessary\nUntil I got incarcerated--kinda scary\nC74-Mark 8 set me straight\nNot able to move behind the great steel gate\nTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\nAll the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNinety-four, now I explore new horizons\nMama smile when she see me, that's surprising\nHoneys is tantalizing, they freak all night\nPeep ducking cops on the creep all night\nAs I open my eyes and realizing I changed\nNot the same deranged child stuck up in the game\nAnd to my niggas living street life\nLearn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\nStill tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\nIn the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\nIf I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\nOriginal hustler with the muffler on the Tec\nRespect to the macks in the Ac's\nTo the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nMe holla respect, to all the gun men dem\nGun men alone, keep gun men friend\nFire bun, fi all the informer dem\nInformer lone keep informer friend\n\nNow this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\nIn a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\nHave Mercy!\nThe gunman in all de party\nAnd everybody feel irie\nAnd everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\nHave Mercy!\nThe halloween at de party\nAnd everybody look irie\nNow I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\nDo it!\n\nNo mercy for the people [?]\n[?] seen?\nHardcore thing we are be with\nOh yes, we are the best\n\nShit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n'Cause I don't be doin' this\nI'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\nIt's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\nBut you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\nI'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\nJust a little peck\nLike that?\nThat's what I'm sayin', yeah\nYou know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\nWhatever bitch, damnit","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] No people pon gun men, seen? (big up, big up)\n[00:16.35] Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n[00:18.98] [?] on the corner\n[00:21.45] Watch this, lawd\n[00:22.73] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[00:25.83] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[00:28.28] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[00:30.55] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[00:33.05] Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n[00:36.27] My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n[00:38.72] Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n[00:41.11] Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n[00:43.91] Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n[00:48.54] I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n[00:51.36] Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n[00:52.62] New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n[00:54.82] Then came the worst date, May 21st\n[00:57.93] 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n[00:59.51] No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n[01:01.47] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n[01:05.82] Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n[01:08.33] I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n[01:11.23] I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n[01:13.48] The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n[01:16.25] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[01:19.49] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[01:21.94] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[01:24.59] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[01:27.57] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n[01:30.68] On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n[01:33.38] Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n[01:35.20] Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n[01:37.53] I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n[01:40.37] So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n[01:43.16] Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n[01:45.86] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n[01:48.71] Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n[01:52.04] Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n[01:54.52] Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n[01:57.07] Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n[01:59.71] C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n[02:03.25] Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n[02:05.18] Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n[02:07.63] All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n[02:10.39] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:13.15] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:15.86] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:18.51] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:21.38] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[02:23.98] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[02:26.59] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[02:29.31] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[02:32.80] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n[02:35.63] Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n[02:37.50] Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n[02:39.97] Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n[02:42.72] As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n[02:45.43] Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n[02:48.35] And to my niggas living street life\n[02:51.10] Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n[02:53.11] Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n[02:55.94] In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n[02:58.60] If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n[03:01.84] Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n[03:05.12] Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n[03:07.57] To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n[03:10.21] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:18.63] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:20.92] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:23.73] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:26.31] Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n[03:28.84] Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n[03:31.78] Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n[03:34.40] Informer lone keep informer friend\n[03:38.07] \n[03:41.68] Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n[03:46.48] In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n[03:49.15] Have Mercy!\n[03:51.84] The gunman in all de party\n[03:53.39] And everybody feel irie\n[03:55.84] And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n[03:58.51] Have Mercy!\n[04:00.99] The halloween at de party\n[04:02.95] And everybody look irie\n[04:05.42] Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n[04:09.72] Do it!\n[04:12.24] No mercy for the people [?]\n[04:20.38] [?] seen?\n[04:24.24] Hardcore thing we are be with\n[04:26.09] Oh yes, we are the best\n[04:27.74] Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n[04:29.64] 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n[04:31.49] I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n[04:32.89] It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n[04:33.95] But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n[04:35.14] I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n[04:36.22] Just a little peck\n[04:37.53] Like that?\n[04:38.76] That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n[04:40.05] You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n[04:42.05] Whatever bitch, damnit\n[04:42.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Respect\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready To Die (The Remaster) [by Hillside]\n duration_ms: 321000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No people pon gun men, seen? 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(big up, big up)\n Comes on 94' where the African people and [?]\n [?] on the corner\n Watch this, lawd\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I don't sweat the date\n My moms is late so I had to plan my escape\n Out the skins, in this world of fly girls\n Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl\n Ten months in this gut, what the fuck\n I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck\n Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit\n New York, New York, ready for the likes of this\n Then came the worst date, May 21st\n 2: 19, that's when my momma water burst\n No spouse in the house so she rode for self\n To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help\n Umbilical cord's wrapped around my neck\n I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step\n I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy\n The doctor looked and said, \"He's going to be a bad boy\"\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream\n On the drug scene, fuck a football team:\n Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen\n Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!\n I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up\n So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up\n Mom said that I should grow up and check myself\n Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself\n Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it\n Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it\n Rap was secondary, money was necessary\n Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary\n C74-Mark 8 set me straight\n Not able to move behind the great steel gate\n Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?\n All the money I stacked was all the money for bail\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons\n Mama smile when she see me, that's surprising\n Honeys is tantalizing, they freak all night\n Peep ducking cops on the creep all night\n As I open my eyes and realizing I changed\n Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game\n And to my niggas living street life\n Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest\n Still tote your vest man, niggas be tripping\n In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slipping\n If I'm pimping on The F with weed on my breath\n Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec\n Respect to the macks in the Ac's\n To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\n Gun men alone, keep gun men friend\n Fire bun, fi all the informer dem\n Informer lone keep informer friend\n\n Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing\n In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja!\n Have Mercy!\n The gunman in all de party\n And everybody feel irie\n And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me!\n Have Mercy!\n The halloween at de party\n And everybody look irie\n Now I demand them sexy, sexy, sexy\n Do it!\n\n No mercy for the people [?]\n [?] seen?\n Hardcore thing we are be with\n Oh yes, we are the best\n\n Shit mami, damn, why you actin like that man?\n 'Cause I don't be doin' this\n I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'\n It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying\n But you know I don't do this, I don't even know how to do this\n I'm just sayin', jus-just a little peck mami, for daddy\n Just a little peck\n Like that?\n That's what I'm sayin', yeah\n You know I don't be doin' this though tho', you know that\n Whatever bitch, damnit\n"}]