[{"id":34402859,"name":"Spit Your Game","trackName":"Spit Your Game","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Spit Your Game","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B.i.g.\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[B.i.g. - Verse\nArmed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\nStraight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\nThug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\nYa'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\nUp In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\nWe Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\nHigh Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\nSteadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\nNigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\nBin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\nSo Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\nThen A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\nMike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\nMuthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\nDogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\nNo Asperation To Quit Da Game.\nSpit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\nPass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\nAll Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\nAll Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\nOur Situation Is A Tight One\nWhat U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Twista\nNigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\nDon't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\nWit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\nBust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\nDon't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\nb., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\nWhen U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\nTwista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\nBrooklyn And K-Town,\nWhen U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\nLets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\nHit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\nSpit It For The City I Love\nChi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\nYou Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\nSteady As I,\nShit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n\"Life After Death\", Give To You,\nHowever U Want It Nigga,\nThat A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\nCus The Shit Is Giddie,\nSo I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\nTwista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\nAll These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\nA Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Krayzie Bone\nIn The Middle Of A Hour,\nBring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\nMamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\nOne Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\nNiggas Always Ready For The War,\nThey Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\nWe Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\nHit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\nDealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\nSomebody Better Call Po-Po,\nIts Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\nNigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\nAnd Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\nWill Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\nDouble On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\nFeeling Hold The Game Ransom,\nRunnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\nMassive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\nCus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\nIts Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n[B.i.g. - 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Verse\n  Armed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\n  Straight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\n  Thug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\n  Ya'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\n  Up In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\n  We Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\n  High Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\n  Steadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\n  Nigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\n  Bin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\n  So Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\n  Then A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\n  Mike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\n  Muthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\n  Dogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\n  No Asperation To Quit Da Game.\n  Spit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\n  Pass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\n  All Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\n  All Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\n  Our Situation Is A Tight One\n  What U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Twista\n  Nigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\n  Don't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\n  Wit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\n  Bust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\n  Don't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\n  b., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\n  When U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\n  Twista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\n  Brooklyn And K-Town,\n  When U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n  2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\n  Lets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\n  Hit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\n  Spit It For The City I Love\n  Chi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\n  You Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\n  Steady As I,\n  Shit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n  \"Life After Death\", Give To You,\n  However U Want It Nigga,\n  That A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\n  Cus The Shit Is Giddie,\n  So I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\n  Twista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n  3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\n  All These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\n  A Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Krayzie Bone\n  In The Middle Of A Hour,\n  Bring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\n  Mamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\n  One Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\n  Niggas Always Ready For The War,\n  They Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\n  We Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\n  Hit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\n  Dealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\n  Somebody Better Call Po-Po,\n  Its Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\n  Nigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\n  And Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\n  Will Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\n  Double On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\n  Feeling Hold The Game Ransom,\n  Runnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\n  Massive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\n  Cus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\n  Its Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n  [B.i.g. - Chorus\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n"},{"id":22820949,"name":"Spit Your Game Remix (Instrumental)","trackName":"Spit Your Game Remix (Instrumental)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Spit Your Game","duration":257.346667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nsqueeze your clip hit the right one,\npass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip\nhit the right one,\npass that weed I got to light one,\n\nArmed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us,\nStraight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,\nYou all niggas be scrambling gambling, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,\nWe're just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin,\nHigh off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,\nSteadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if you knew what this game would do to you,\nBeen in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,\nSo called beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two,\nThen a bluelight niggas knew like\nMike-shit not to be fuck with. Motherfucker better duck quick.\n'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim\nNo asperation to quit the game.\n\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip and hit the right one\nPass that weed l gotta light one\n\nAll them niggas l gotta fight one\nAll them hoes l gotta like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhat you wanna do? Fight or run?\n\nMaking money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,\nDon't too many niggas wanna start with us, got big guns in the cars with us,\nBust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,\nDon't really wanna show you what a G.I.B., I'd rather be sippin' Remy in V.I.P.,\nWhen you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,\nBrooklyn and K-town, when you checking out the flow, you know it's going rain with persistence,\n2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,\nLet's get it crackin' I love to bust flows, hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe,\nSpit it for the city I love Chicago, cali-coes buck, I love to bust those,\nYou think you can spit on the Mike like Biggie and flow just as steady as I,\nshit is real you know you love him,\nyou ain't got \"Ready to Die\", \"Life After Death\",\ngive to 'em, however you wanna nigga, that a day after, give it to you, however you wanna nigga,\n'cause the shit is giddie, so I carry big heat, screamin' come and get me,\nTwista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,\n3 mils I love to make 1, all these cars I love to ride 1,\nAll these hoes I love to cut 1,\na tribute to BIG,\nI love to bust 1,\n\nIn the middle of it hammer, bring niggas more drama than they baby mama, nigga wanna battle I will bomb you,\nOne man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta,\nNiggas always ready for war, they don't really wanna see a nigga though,\nWe can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em\nHit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o floor\nHere with Swizz, oh, no! Nigga's in trouble,\nSomebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them burners (yeah),\nAnd niggas you all heard of me, brick city killer, nigga word to me,\nAnd I'm passed that like Bernie Magic, with a jack that'll snatch that rep, and stack some, drag him,\nDouble on that back random, with the bullets stop brand him,\nFeeling hard you can't harass him,\nPut it up in your magic, catch the magnum flashing cannons, niggas ain't ready for this 1, '\ncause I'm on a mission to get even better than believe it I'm heavily heated,\nIt's easy to see it, if you wanna see me let that be the reason.","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.04] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n[00:22.59] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n[00:25.34] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n[00:25.91] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n[00:26.69] squeeze your clip hit the right one,\n[00:27.35] pass that weed I got to light one,\n[00:28.82] Squeeze your clip\n[00:30.12] hit the right one,\n[00:30.64] pass that weed I got to light one,\n[00:31.18] Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us,\n[00:34.04] Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,\n[00:38.88] You all niggas be scrambling gambling, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,\n[00:42.64] We're just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin,\n[00:44.84] High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,\n[00:47.89] Steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if you knew what this game would do to you,\n[00:52.69] Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,\n[00:55.65] So called beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two,\n[00:58.34] Then a bluelight niggas knew like\n[00:59.61] Mike-shit not to be fuck with. Motherfucker better duck quick.\n[01:02.33] 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim\n[01:05.66] No asperation to quit the game.\n[01:07.45] Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n[01:10.36] Squeeze your clip and hit the right one\n[01:11.80] Pass that weed l gotta light one\n[01:13.56] All them niggas l gotta fight one\n[01:14.80] All them hoes l gotta like one\n[01:16.49] Our situation is a tight one\n[01:17.86] What you wanna do? Fight or run?\n[01:19.58] Making money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,\n[01:20.67] Don't too many niggas wanna start with us, got big guns in the cars with us,\n[01:22.02] Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,\n[01:23.62] Don't really wanna show you what a G.I.B., I'd rather be sippin' Remy in V.I.P.,\n[01:26.97] When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,\n[01:31.26] Brooklyn and K-town, when you checking out the flow, you know it's going rain with persistence,\n[01:34.54] 2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,\n[01:37.16] Let's get it crackin' I love to bust flows, hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe,\n[01:40.01] Spit it for the city I love Chicago, cali-coes buck, I love to bust those,\n[01:43.46] You think you can spit on the Mike like Biggie and flow just as steady as I,\n[01:45.88] shit is real you know you love him,\n[01:47.66] you ain't got \"Ready to Die\", \"Life After Death\",\n[01:49.95] give to 'em, however you wanna nigga, that a day after, give it to you, however you wanna nigga,\n[01:54.83] 'cause the shit is giddie, so I carry big heat, screamin' come and get me,\n[01:58.94] Twista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,\n[02:00.80] 3 mils I love to make 1, all these cars I love to ride 1,\n[02:03.68] All these hoes I love to cut 1,\n[02:05.14] a tribute to BIG,\n[02:06.29] I love to bust 1,\n[02:18.73] In the middle of it hammer, bring niggas more drama than they baby mama, nigga wanna battle I will bomb you,\n[02:22.98] One man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta,\n[02:25.01] Niggas always ready for war, they don't really wanna see a nigga though,\n[02:27.86] We can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em\n[02:29.25] Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o floor\n[02:31.36] Here with Swizz, oh, no! Nigga's in trouble,\n[02:32.32] Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them burners (yeah),\n[02:36.65] And niggas you all heard of me, brick city killer, nigga word to me,\n[02:38.63] And I'm passed that like Bernie Magic, with a jack that'll snatch that rep, and stack some, drag him,\n[02:43.32] Double on that back random, with the bullets stop brand him,\n[02:44.34] Feeling hard you can't harass him,\n[02:46.00] Put it up in your magic, catch the magnum flashing cannons, niggas ain't ready for this 1, '\n[02:50.10] cause I'm on a mission to get even better than believe it I'm heavily heated,\n[02:51.61] It's easy to see it, if you wanna see me let that be the reason.\n[04:16.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game Remix (Instrumental)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Spit Your Game\n  duration_ms: 257347\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n  start_ms: 20040\n  end_ms: 22590\n- text: Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n  start_ms: 22590\n  end_ms: 25340\n- text: Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  start_ms: 25340\n  end_ms: 25910\n- text: Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  start_ms: 25910\n  end_ms: 26690\n- text: squeeze your clip hit the right one,\n  start_ms: 26690\n  end_ms: 27350\n- text: pass that weed I got to light one,\n  start_ms: 27350\n  end_ms: 28820\n- text: Squeeze your clip\n  start_ms: 28820\n  end_ms: 30120\n- text: hit the right one,\n  start_ms: 30120\n  end_ms: 30640\n- text: pass that weed I got to light one,\n  start_ms: 30640\n  end_ms: 31180\n- text: Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us,\n  start_ms: 31180\n  end_ms: 34040\n- text: Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious, thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,\n  start_ms: 34040\n  end_ms: 38880\n- text: You all niggas be scrambling gambling, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,\n  start_ms: 38880\n  end_ms: 42640\n- text: We're just sitting here trying to win, trying not to sin,\n  start_ms: 42640\n  end_ms: 44840\n- text: High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,\n  start_ms: 44840\n  end_ms: 47890\n- text: Steadily countin' them benjamins, nigga you should to if you knew what this game would do to you,\n  start_ms: 47890\n  end_ms: 52690\n- text: Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,\n  start_ms: 52690\n  end_ms: 55650\n- text: So called beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two,\n  start_ms: 55650\n  end_ms: 58340\n- text: Then a bluelight niggas knew like\n  start_ms: 58340\n  end_ms: 59610\n- text: Mike-shit not to be fuck with. 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Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nDamon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\nI'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\nCome to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\nIf you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\nSomethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\nDiddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\nAt the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\nGettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nGet that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMake a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\nShut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\nHit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\nDon't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\nForever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\nLook at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\nSwizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\nYou just heard the sounds of Twista!\n8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\nB.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n(No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.47] Spit your game, talk your shit!\n[00:04.02] Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\n[00:04.77] Spit your game, talk your shit\n[00:06.28] Grab your gat! (Whoo! 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Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\n[02:59.73] But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\n[03:02.58] Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\n[03:03.35] But they really don't wanna see a nigga though\n[03:05.05] We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\n[03:06.17] Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\n[03:06.82] Doin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\n[03:08.71] You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\n[03:09.81] Somebody better call po-po\n[03:10.74] It's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\n[03:12.56] Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter\n[03:14.22] Killa nigga - word to me!\n[03:15.72] And I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\n[03:16.93] With a tactic to snatch it\n[03:18.21] Strap back and stack some platinum\n[03:19.37] Double on the mag random\n[03:20.62] With the bullets I brand em\n[03:21.83] Finna hold the game ransom\n[03:22.93] Runnin' up in your mansion\n[03:23.98] Catch the man and blas them cannons\n[03:25.35] Niggaz ain't ready for this one cause\n[03:26.59] I'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\n[03:27.84] I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\n[03:29.49] If you want to see me, let that be the reason\n[03:30.87] 2006! Come On!\n[03:44.38] Bad Boys! Come On!\n[03:45.08] Bad Boys! Come On!\n[03:45.70] Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\n[03:46.33] I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\n[03:47.17] Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\n[03:47.36] If you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\n[03:47.56] Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\n[03:47.71] Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\n[03:47.94] At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\n[03:48.12] Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n[03:48.37] Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n[03:48.61] MJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n[03:48.85] Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\n[03:49.08] Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\n[03:49.23] Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\n[03:49.49] Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\n[03:49.75] Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\n[03:50.06] Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n[03:50.31] Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\n[03:50.58] You just heard the sounds of Twista!\n[03:52.27] 8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n[03:53.19] B.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n[03:53.71] (No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)\n[03:54.20] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game - Remix\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G. feat. 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Twista!\n  Makin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\n  Don't too many niggaz wanna star with us\n  Got big guns in the car with' us\n  Bust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\n  They really wanna show you what a G I be\n  I'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\n  We can hear the music and it'll be by me\n  Twista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\n  Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\n  You know it's gon reign with persistence\n  Two legends on the same track\n  Two different planes of existence\n  Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\n  Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\n  Do it for the city, I love Chicago\n  Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\n  You think you could spit on the mic\n  Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\n  Shit is real, you know you love em\n  Youu ain't got ready to die\n  Life After Death give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Got The Day After - give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Cause the shit'll get deep\n  So I carry big heat\n  Screamin' \"Come and get me\"\n  Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\n  Free mills, I love to make one\n  All these cars, I love to ride one\n  All these hoes, I love to cut one\n  A tribute to Big, I love to bust one\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed, I got to light one\n  All them niggaz, I got to fight one\n  All them hoes, I got to like one\n  Our situation is a tight one\n  Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\n  In the middle of the hour niggaz bring\n  More drama then they baby mamas\n  Nigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\n  But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\n  Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\n  But they really don't wanna see a nigga though\n  We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\n  Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\n  Doin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\n  You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\n  Somebody better call po-po\n  It's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\n  Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter\n  Killa nigga - word to me!\n  And I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\n  With a tactic to snatch it\n  Strap back and stack some platinum\n  Double on the mag random\n  With the bullets I brand em\n  Finna hold the game ransom\n  Runnin' up in your mansion\n  Catch the man and blas them cannons\n  Niggaz ain't ready for this one cause\n  I'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\n  I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\n  If you want to see me, let that be the reason\n  2006! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\n  I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\n  Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\n  If you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\n  Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\n  Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\n  At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\n  Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  MJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\n  Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\n  Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\n  Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\n  Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\n  Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\n  Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\n  You just heard the sounds of Twista!\n  8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\n  B.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n  (No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)\n"},{"id":16607401,"name":"Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, 8ball & Mjg) (Remix) (2005 Remaster)","trackName":"Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, 8ball & Mjg) (Remix) (2005 Remaster)","artistName":"The Notorious B․I․G․","albumName":"Spit Your Game","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Spit your game, talk your shit!\nGrab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\nSpit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)\nGrab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)\nSpit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)\nGrab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)\nPass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)\nPass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed I gotsta light one\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed I gotsta light one\nAmred and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us\nStraight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious\nThug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's stange to us\nY'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'\nUp in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins\nWe just sittin' here tryin' to win - tryin' not to sin\nHigh off weed and lots of gin\nSo much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins\nNigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you\nBeen in this shit since ninety-two\nLook at all the bullshit I been through\nSo-called beef with you-know-who\nFucked a few female stars or two\nNigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike\nShit - Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick\nMe and my dogs love to buck shit\nFuck the luck shit, strictly aim\nNo aspirations to quit the game\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed, I got to light one\nAll them niggaz, I got to fight one\nAll them hoes, I got to like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\nLadies and gentlemen! Twista!\nMakin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\nDon't too many niggaz wanna star with us\nGot big guns in the car with' us\nBust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\nThey really wanna show you what a G I be\nI'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\nWe can hear the music and it'll be by me\nTwista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\nBrooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\nYou know it's gon reign with persistence\nTwo legends on the same track\nTwo different planes of existence\nLet's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\nHit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\nDo it for the city, I love Chicago\nCalicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\nYou think you could spit on the mic\nLike you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\nShit is real, you know you love em\nYouu ain't got ready to die\nLife After Death give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nGot The Day After - give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nCause the shit'll get deep\nSo I carry big heat\nScreamin' \"Come and get me\"\nTwista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\nFree mills, I love to make one\nAll these cars, I love to ride one\nAll these hoes, I love to cut one\nA tribute to Big, I love to bust one\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze yor clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed, I got to light one\nAll them niggaz, I got to fight one\nAll them hoes, I got to like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\nIn the middle of the hour niggaz bring\nMore drama then they baby mamas\nNigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\nBut attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\nNiggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\nBut they really don't wanna see a nigga though\nWe can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\nHit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\nDoin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\nYou niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\nSomebody better call po-po\nIt's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\nNigga you hard of me, wig splitter\nKilla nigga - word to me!\nAnd I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\nWith a tactic to snatch it\nStrap back and stack some platinum\nDouble on the mag random\nWith the bullets I brand em\nFinna hold the game ransom\nRunnin' up in your mansion\nCatch the man and blas them cannons\nNiggaz ain't ready for this one cause\nI'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\nI'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\nIf you want to see me, let that be the reason\n2006! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nDamon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\nI'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\nCome to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\nIf you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\nSomethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\nDiddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\nAt the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\nGettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nGet that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMake a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\nShut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\nHit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\nDon't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\nForever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\nLook at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\nSwizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\nYou just heard the sounds of Twista!\n8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\nB.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n(No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, 8ball & Mjg) (Remix) (2005 Remaster)\n  artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n  album: Spit Your Game\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Spit your game, talk your shit!\n  Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\n  Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)\n  Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)\n  Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)\n  Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)\n  Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed I gotsta light one\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed I gotsta light one\n  Amred and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us\n  Straight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious\n  Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's stange to us\n  Y'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'\n  Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins\n  We just sittin' here tryin' to win - tryin' not to sin\n  High off weed and lots of gin\n  So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins\n  Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you\n  Been in this shit since ninety-two\n  Look at all the bullshit I been through\n  So-called beef with you-know-who\n  Fucked a few female stars or two\n  Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike\n  Shit - Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick\n  Me and my dogs love to buck shit\n  Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim\n  No aspirations to quit the game\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed, I got to light one\n  All them niggaz, I got to fight one\n  All them hoes, I got to like one\n  Our situation is a tight one\n  Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\n  Ladies and gentlemen! Twista!\n  Makin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\n  Don't too many niggaz wanna star with us\n  Got big guns in the car with' us\n  Bust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\n  They really wanna show you what a G I be\n  I'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\n  We can hear the music and it'll be by me\n  Twista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\n  Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\n  You know it's gon reign with persistence\n  Two legends on the same track\n  Two different planes of existence\n  Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\n  Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\n  Do it for the city, I love Chicago\n  Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\n  You think you could spit on the mic\n  Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\n  Shit is real, you know you love em\n  Youu ain't got ready to die\n  Life After Death give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Got The Day After - give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Cause the shit'll get deep\n  So I carry big heat\n  Screamin' \"Come and get me\"\n  Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\n  Free mills, I love to make one\n  All these cars, I love to ride one\n  All these hoes, I love to cut one\n  A tribute to Big, I love to bust one\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed, I got to light one\n  All them niggaz, I got to fight one\n  All them hoes, I got to like one\n  Our situation is a tight one\n  Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\n  In the middle of the hour niggaz bring\n  More drama then they baby mamas\n  Nigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\n  But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\n  Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\n  But they really don't wanna see a nigga though\n  We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\n  Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\n  Doin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\n  You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\n  Somebody better call po-po\n  It's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\n  Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter\n  Killa nigga - word to me!\n  And I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\n  With a tactic to snatch it\n  Strap back and stack some platinum\n  Double on the mag random\n  With the bullets I brand em\n  Finna hold the game ransom\n  Runnin' up in your mansion\n  Catch the man and blas them cannons\n  Niggaz ain't ready for this one cause\n  I'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\n  I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\n  If you want to see me, let that be the reason\n  2006! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\n  I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\n  Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\n  If you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\n  Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\n  Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\n  At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\n  Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  MJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\n  Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\n  Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\n  Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\n  Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\n  Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\n  Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\n  You just heard the sounds of Twista!\n  8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\n  B.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n  (No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)\n"},{"id":23621147,"name":"Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, 8Ball & MJG) (Remix; 2005 Remaster)","trackName":"Spit Your Game (feat. 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Fight or run?\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nNigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust\nDon't too many niggas wanna start wit us,\nGot big guns in the cars wit us\nBust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,\nDon't really wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,\nWhen you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,\nBrooklyn and K-town, when you checkin' out the flow\nYou know it's gon' reign with persistence\nTwo legends on the same track, two different plains of existence\nLets get it crackin' I love to bust flows\nHit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe\nSpit it for the city I love Chicago\nCalico's buck, I love to bust those,\nYou think you can spit on the mic like Biggie and flow just as steady as I\nShit is real, you know you love him, you ain't got \"Ready to Die\"\n\"Life After Death\", give it to you, however you want it nigga\nGot it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga\nCause the shit it get deep, so I carry big heat\nScreamin \"Come and get me\"\nTwista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\nFree mils, I love to make one\nAll these cars, I love to ride one\nAll these hoes, I love to cut one\nA tribute to Big, I love to bust one\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nIn the middle it it I'ma, bring niggas more drama than their baby mommas\nNigga wanna battle, I'ma bomb ya\nOne man, but attack like a pack of piranhas, like Terra-cota\nNiggas always ready for the war, but they really don't wanna see a nigga though\nWe can do em in a minute, then we finish with 'em\nHit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a sick ol' flow\nDoin it wit Swizz, oh no, you niggas is in some trouble\nSomebody better call po-po\nIt's gonna be murder when I get to servin 'em verbally, man\nNigga y'all heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me\nAnd I'm classic, like Bird and Magic\nWit a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum\nDouble on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em\nFinna hold the game ransom\nRunnin' up in your mansion,\nCatch them magnums, flashing cannons\nNiggas ain't ready for this one\n'Cause I'm on a mission to get even better\nBelieve it I'm heavily heated it's easy to see me\nIf you trying to see me, let that be the reason\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nSqueeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\nNotorious (You just heard the sounds of the king of New York)\nNotorious (B.I.G.)\nNotorious (Woo!)\nNotorious (There's only one crown)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, 8Ball & MJG) (Remix; 2005 Remaster)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Spit Your Game\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Notorious\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang wit us,\n  Straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious,\n  Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,\n  Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,\n  We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin' not to sin,\n  High off weed and lots of gin, so much smoke need oxygen,\n  Steadily countin' them Benjamin's\n  Nigga you should too if you knew what this game would do to you\n  Been in this shit since '92, look at all the bullshit I've been through,\n  So called beef with you know who, fucked a few female stars or two,\n  Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.\n  Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit\n  Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim, no aspiration to quit the game.\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  All them niggas I gotta fight one, all them hoes I gotta like one\n  Our situation is a tight one, what you wanna do? Fight or run?\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Nigga money livin' marvelous, in god we trust\n  Don't too many niggas wanna start wit us,\n  Got big guns in the cars wit us\n  Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,\n  Don't really wanna show you what a GIB, I'd rather be sippin' Remy in VIP,\n  When you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga BIG,\n  Brooklyn and K-town, when you checkin' out the flow\n  You know it's gon' reign with persistence\n  Two legends on the same track, two different plains of existence\n  Lets get it crackin' I love to bust flows\n  Hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe\n  Spit it for the city I love Chicago\n  Calico's buck, I love to bust those,\n  You think you can spit on the mic like Biggie and flow just as steady as I\n  Shit is real, you know you love him, you ain't got \"Ready to Die\"\n  \"Life After Death\", give it to you, however you want it nigga\n  Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga\n  Cause the shit it get deep, so I carry big heat\n  Screamin \"Come and get me\"\n  Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\n  Free mils, I love to make one\n  All these cars, I love to ride one\n  All these hoes, I love to cut one\n  A tribute to Big, I love to bust one\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  In the middle it it I'ma, bring niggas more drama than their baby mommas\n  Nigga wanna battle, I'ma bomb ya\n  One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas, like Terra-cota\n  Niggas always ready for the war, but they really don't wanna see a nigga though\n  We can do em in a minute, then we finish with 'em\n  Hit em wit the feelin of a nigga wit a sick ol' flow\n  Doin it wit Swizz, oh no, you niggas is in some trouble\n  Somebody better call po-po\n  It's gonna be murder when I get to servin 'em verbally, man\n  Nigga y'all heard of me, wig splitta, killa nigga word to me\n  And I'm classic, like Bird and Magic\n  Wit a tactic to snatch it, strap back and stack some platinum\n  Double on the mag random, with the bullets I brand em\n  Finna hold the game ransom\n  Runnin' up in your mansion,\n  Catch them magnums, flashing cannons\n  Niggas ain't ready for this one\n  'Cause I'm on a mission to get even better\n  Believe it I'm heavily heated it's easy to see me\n  If you trying to see me, let that be the reason\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one,\n  Notorious (You just heard the sounds of the king of New York)\n  Notorious (B.I.G.)\n  Notorious (Woo!)\n  Notorious (There's only one crown)\n"},{"id":22213387,"name":"Spit Your Game (feat. 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Boom!)\nPass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed I gotsta light one\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed I gotsta light one\nAmred and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us\nStraight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious\nThug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's stange to us\nY'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'\nUp in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins\nWe just sittin' here tryin' to win - tryin' not to sin\nHigh off weed and lots of gin\nSo much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins\nNigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you\nBeen in this shit since ninety-two\nLook at all the bullshit I been through\nSo-called beef with you-know-who\nFucked a few female stars or two\nNigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike\nShit - Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick\nMe and my dogs love to buck shit\nFuck the luck shit, strictly aim\nNo aspirations to quit the game\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze your clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed, I got to light one\nAll them niggaz, I got to fight one\nAll them hoes, I got to like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\nLadies and gentlemen! Twista!\nMakin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\nDon't too many niggaz wanna star with us\nGot big guns in the car with' us\nBust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\nThey really wanna show you what a G I be\nI'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\nWe can hear the music and it'll be by me\nTwista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\nBrooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\nYou know it's gon reign with persistence\nTwo legends on the same track\nTwo different planes of existence\nLet's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\nHit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\nDo it for the city, I love Chicago\nCalicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\nYou think you could spit on the mic\nLike you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\nShit is real, you know you love em\nYouu ain't got ready to die\nLife After Death give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nGot The Day After - give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nCause the shit'll get deep\nSo I carry big heat\nScreamin' \"Come and get me\"\nTwista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\nFree mills, I love to make one\nAll these cars, I love to ride one\nAll these hoes, I love to cut one\nA tribute to Big, I love to bust one\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze yor clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed, I got to light one\nAll them niggaz, I got to fight one\nAll them hoes, I got to like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\nIn the middle of the hour niggaz bring\nMore drama then they baby mamas\nNigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\nBut attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\nNiggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\nBut they really don't wanna see a nigga though\nWe can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\nHit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\nDoin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\nYou niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\nSomebody better call po-po\nIt's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\nNigga you hard of me, wig splitter\nKilla nigga - word to me!\nAnd I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\nWith a tactic to snatch it\nStrap back and stack some platinum\nDouble on the mag random\nWith the bullets I brand em\nFinna hold the game ransom\nRunnin' up in your mansion\nCatch the man and blas them cannons\nNiggaz ain't ready for this one cause\nI'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\nI'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\nIf you want to see me, let that be the reason\n2006! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nDamon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\nI'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\nCome to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\nIf you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\nSomethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\nDiddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\nAt the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\nGettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nGet that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMake a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\nShut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\nHit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\nDon't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\nForever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\nLook at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\nSwizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\nYou just heard the sounds of Twista!\n8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\nB.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n(No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game (feat. Twista, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, 8ball & MJG) (Remix) (2005 Remaster)\n  artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n  album: Spit Your Game\n  duration_ms: 533000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Spit your game, talk your shit!\n  Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat! (Whoo! Whoo!)\n  Spit you game, talk your shit (Y'all ready?)\n  Grab your gat, call your click (Y'all ready?)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit (We in Brooklyn now)\n  Grab your gat, call you click (King of New York!)\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one (B.I.G.!)\n  Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (Boom! Boom! Boom!)\n  Pass that weed, I gotsta light one (8 Ball & MJG)\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed I gotsta light one\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed I gotsta light one\n  Amred and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us\n  Straight up weed, no angel dust - label us Notorious\n  Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's stange to us\n  Y'all niggaz be scramblin', gamblin'\n  Up in resturaunts with mandolins, and violins\n  We just sittin' here tryin' to win - tryin' not to sin\n  High off weed and lots of gin\n  So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins\n  Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you\n  Been in this shit since ninety-two\n  Look at all the bullshit I been through\n  So-called beef with you-know-who\n  Fucked a few female stars or two\n  Nigga, blue light, nigga, move like Mike\n  Shit - Not to be fucked with; Motherfuckers better duck quick\n  Me and my dogs love to buck shit\n  Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim\n  No aspirations to quit the game\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze your clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed, I got to light one\n  All them niggaz, I got to fight one\n  All them hoes, I got to like one\n  Our situation is a tight one\n  Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\n  Ladies and gentlemen! Twista!\n  Makin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\n  Don't too many niggaz wanna star with us\n  Got big guns in the car with' us\n  Bust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\n  They really wanna show you what a G I be\n  I'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\n  We can hear the music and it'll be by me\n  Twista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\n  Brooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\n  You know it's gon reign with persistence\n  Two legends on the same track\n  Two different planes of existence\n  Let's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\n  Hit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\n  Do it for the city, I love Chicago\n  Calicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\n  You think you could spit on the mic\n  Like you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\n  Shit is real, you know you love em\n  Youu ain't got ready to die\n  Life After Death give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Got The Day After - give it to you\n  However you want it nigga!\n  Cause the shit'll get deep\n  So I carry big heat\n  Screamin' \"Come and get me\"\n  Twista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\n  Free mills, I love to make one\n  All these cars, I love to ride one\n  All these hoes, I love to cut one\n  A tribute to Big, I love to bust one\n  Spit your game, talk your shit\n  Grab your gat, call your click\n  Squeeze yor clip, hit the right one\n  Pass that weed, I got to light one\n  All them niggaz, I got to fight one\n  All them hoes, I got to like one\n  Our situation is a tight one\n  Whatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\n  In the middle of the hour niggaz bring\n  More drama then they baby mamas\n  Nigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\n  But attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\n  Niggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\n  But they really don't wanna see a nigga though\n  We can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\n  Hit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\n  Doin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\n  You niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\n  Somebody better call po-po\n  It's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\n  Nigga you hard of me, wig splitter\n  Killa nigga - word to me!\n  And I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\n  With a tactic to snatch it\n  Strap back and stack some platinum\n  Double on the mag random\n  With the bullets I brand em\n  Finna hold the game ransom\n  Runnin' up in your mansion\n  Catch the man and blas them cannons\n  Niggaz ain't ready for this one cause\n  I'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\n  I'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\n  If you want to see me, let that be the reason\n  2006! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Bad Boys! Come On!\n  Damon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\n  I'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\n  Come to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\n  If you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\n  Somethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\n  Diddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\n  At the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\n  Gettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Get that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  MJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\n  Make a move and you dead! Tryin' to prove you ain' scared\n  Shut your mouth, come from off of that bread, come out from under that bed\n  Hit the block, count that cash, hit the spot, hit the stash\n  Don't run out, never never, keep it sweatin', make it last\n  Forever, we be keepin that heat, from underneat that seat\n  Look at all the bullshit I been through, but I still keep it street! (Swizzie!)\n\n  Swizz Beatz (Krayzie Bone)\n  You just heard the sounds of Twista!\n  8 Ball & MJG! Bone Thugs-N-Harmony!\n\n  B.I.G. (No-Torious) There's only one crown, man!\n  (No-Torious... No-Torious... No-Torious)\n"},{"id":16129725,"name":"Spit Your Game Remix [feat. Twista, Bone Thugs N Harmony and 8ball & MJG] (Explicit Remix Edit)","trackName":"Spit Your Game Remix [feat. 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Motherfucker better duck quick.\n'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim\nNo asperation to quit the game.\n\nSpit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,\nSqueeze your clip and hit the right one\nPass that weed l gotta light one\n\nAll them niggas l gotta fight one\nAll them hoes l gotta like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhat you wanna do? Fight or run?\n\nMaking money livin' marvelous, in god we trust,\nDon't too many niggas wanna start with us, got big guns in the cars with us,\nBust at any motherfucker acting hard with us,\nDon't really wanna show you what a G.I.B., I'd rather be sippin' Remy in V.I.P.,\nWhen you hear the music it'll be by me, Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G.,\nBrooklyn and K-town, when you checking out the flow, you know it's going rain with persistence,\n2 legends on the same track, 2 different plains of existence,\nLet's get it crackin' I love to bust flows, hit it from the back 'cause I love to buck hoe,\nSpit it for the city I love Chicago, cali-coes buck, I love to bust those,\nYou think you can spit on the Mike like Biggie and flow just as steady as I,\nshit is real you know you love him,\nyou ain't got \"Ready to Die\", \"Life After Death\",\ngive to 'em, however you wanna nigga, that a day after, give it to you, however you wanna nigga,\n'cause the shit is giddie, so I carry big heat, screamin' come and get me,\nTwista and Biggie on the Swizz beat,\n3 mils I love to make 1, all these cars I love to ride 1,\nAll these hoes I love to cut 1,\na tribute to BIG,\nI love to bust 1,\n\nIn the middle of it hammer, bring niggas more drama than they baby mama, nigga wanna battle I will bomb you,\nOne man but attack like a pack of piranhas, like terracotta,\nNiggas always ready for war, they don't really wanna see a nigga though,\nWe can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em\nHit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o floor\nHere with Swizz, oh, no! 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Twista!\nMakin' money, livin' marvelous, In God we trust\nDon't too many niggaz wanna star with us\nGot big guns in the car with' us\nBust at any motherfucker actin' hard with us\nThey really wanna show you what a G I be\nI'd rater be sippin' Remy in V.I.P\nWe can hear the music and it'll be by me\nTwista with the legendary nigga, B.I.G\nBrooklyn to K-Town, whe you checkin out the flow\nYou know it's gon reign with persistence\nTwo legends on the same track\nTwo different planes of existence\nLet's get it crackin, I love to bust flows\nHit it from the back, cause I love to fuck ho\nDo it for the city, I love Chicago\nCalicos bumpin, I love to bust dough\nYou think you could spit on the mic\nLike you Bigge and flow just as stead as I?\nShit is real, you know you love em\nYouu ain't got ready to die\nLife After Death give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nGot The Day After - give it to you\nHowever you want it nigga!\nCause the shit'll get deep\nSo I carry big heat\nScreamin' \"Come and get me\"\nTwista & Biggie on a Swizz Beat (Swizzie)\nFree mills, I love to make one\nAll these cars, I love to ride one\nAll these hoes, I love to cut one\nA tribute to Big, I love to bust one\nSpit your game, talk your shit\nGrab your gat, call your click\nSqueeze yor clip, hit the right one\nPass that weed, I got to light one\nAll them niggaz, I got to fight one\nAll them hoes, I got to like one\nOur situation is a tight one\nWhatcha you gonna do - fight or run?\nIn the middle of the hour niggaz bring\nMore drama then they baby mamas\nNigga wanna battle? Well, I'll bomb ya - One man\nBut attack like a pack of piranhas like Terra-Cotta\nNiggaz always ready for the war (Them Bone Boys are back! Them Bone Boys are back!)\nBut they really don't wanna see a nigga though\nWe can do 'em in a minute, then we finish with em\nHit 'em with the feelin' of a nigga with a suck ass flow\nDoin' it with Swizz - Oh No!\nYou niggaz in sone tro-ou-ble\nSomebody better call po-po\nIt's gonna be murder when I get to swevin 'em verbally {yeah!}\nNigga you hard of me, wig splitter\nKilla nigga - word to me!\nAnd I'm classic, like Bird & Magic\nWith a tactic to snatch it\nStrap back and stack some platinum\nDouble on the mag random\nWith the bullets I brand em\nFinna hold the game ransom\nRunnin' up in your mansion\nCatch the man and blas them cannons\nNiggaz ain't ready for this one cause\nI'm on a mission to get even, better believe it\nI'm heavily heated, it's easy to see me\nIf you want to see me, let that be the reason\n2006! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nBad Boys! Come On!\nDamon Dash shoulda did Ultimate Hustler about me\nI'm a little bit of Scarface, Pac, and B.I.G\nCome to me if you lookin' for that raw shit of the corner\nIf you ask about who run the South, I'm somethin' like the owner (Bad Boy! Ask about me!)\nSomethin' like one of the rawess niggaz ever to touch the mic\nDiddy stayin' mad at me, I'm gettin' high and missin' the fight (Bad Boy! Bad Boy!)\nAt the hotel with a couple of banks, gettin' right\nGettin lit, gettin' full of that light green sticky shit (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nGet that cheese, get that dough, about to leave, pimp a ho (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMJG's at the back do', infared is aimin' at yo - head (Turn it up! Turn it up!)\nMake a move and you dead! 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Label Us Notorious,\nThug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\nYa'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\nUp In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\nWe Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\nHigh Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\nSteadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\nNigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\nBin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\nSo Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\nThen A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\nMike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\nMuthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\nDogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\nNo Asperation To Quit Da Game.\nSpit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\nPass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\nAll Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\nAll Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\nOur Situation Is A Tight One\nWhat U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Twista\nNigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\nDon't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\nWit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\nBust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\nDon't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\nb., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\nWhen U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\nTwista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\nBrooklyn And K-Town,\nWhen U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\nLets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\nHit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\nSpit It For The City I Love\nChi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\nYou Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\nSteady As I,\nShit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n\"Life After Death\", Give To You,\nHowever U Want It Nigga,\nThat A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\nCus The Shit Is Giddie,\nSo I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\nTwista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\nAll These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\nA Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Krayzie Bone\nIn The Middle Of A Hour,\nBring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\nMamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\nOne Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\nNiggas Always Ready For The War,\nThey Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\nWe Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\nHit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\nDealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\nSomebody Better Call Po-Po,\nIts Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\nNigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\nAnd Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\nWill Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\nDouble On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\nFeeling Hold The Game Ransom,\nRunnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\nMassive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\nCus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\nIts Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n[B.i.g. - Chorus\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 'Duets: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B.i.g.\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [B.i.g. - Verse\n  Armed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\n  Straight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\n  Thug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\n  Ya'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\n  Up In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\n  We Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\n  High Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\n  Steadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\n  Nigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\n  Bin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\n  So Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\n  Then A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\n  Mike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\n  Muthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\n  Dogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\n  No Asperation To Quit Da Game.\n  Spit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\n  Pass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\n  All Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\n  All Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\n  Our Situation Is A Tight One\n  What U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Twista\n  Nigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\n  Don't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\n  Wit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\n  Bust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\n  Don't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\n  b., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\n  When U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\n  Twista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\n  Brooklyn And K-Town,\n  When U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n  2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\n  Lets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\n  Hit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\n  Spit It For The City I Love\n  Chi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\n  You Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\n  Steady As I,\n  Shit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n  \"Life After Death\", Give To You,\n  However U Want It Nigga,\n  That A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\n  Cus The Shit Is Giddie,\n  So I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\n  Twista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n  3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\n  All These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\n  A Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Krayzie Bone\n  In The Middle Of A Hour,\n  Bring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\n  Mamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\n  One Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\n  Niggas Always Ready For The War,\n  They Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\n  We Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\n  Hit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\n  Dealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\n  Somebody Better Call Po-Po,\n  Its Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\n  Nigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\n  And Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\n  Will Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\n  Double On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\n  Feeling Hold The Game Ransom,\n  Runnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\n  Massive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\n  Cus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\n  Its Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n  [B.i.g. - Chorus\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n"},{"id":9040861,"name":"Spit Your Game","trackName":"Spit Your Game","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G., The","albumName":"Duets: The Final Chapter","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B.i.g.\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[B.i.g. - Verse\nArmed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\nStraight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\nThug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\nYa'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\nUp In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\nWe Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\nHigh Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\nSteadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\nNigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\nBin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\nSo Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\nThen A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\nMike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\nMuthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\nDogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\nNo Asperation To Quit Da Game.\nSpit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\nPass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\nAll Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\nAll Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\nOur Situation Is A Tight One\nWhat U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Twista\nNigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\nDon't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\nWit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\nBust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\nDon't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\nb., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\nWhen U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\nTwista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\nBrooklyn And K-Town,\nWhen U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\nLets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\nHit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\nSpit It For The City I Love\nChi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\nYou Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\nSteady As I,\nShit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n\"Life After Death\", Give To You,\nHowever U Want It Nigga,\nThat A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\nCus The Shit Is Giddie,\nSo I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\nTwista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\nAll These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\nA Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Krayzie Bone\nIn The Middle Of A Hour,\nBring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\nMamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\nOne Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\nNiggas Always Ready For The War,\nThey Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\nWe Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\nHit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\nDealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\nSomebody Better Call Po-Po,\nIts Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\nNigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\nAnd Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\nWill Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\nDouble On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\nFeeling Hold The Game Ransom,\nRunnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\nMassive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\nCus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\nIts Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n[B.i.g. - Chorus\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game\n  artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n  album: 'Duets: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B.i.g.\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [B.i.g. - Verse\n  Armed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\n  Straight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\n  Thug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\n  Ya'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\n  Up In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\n  We Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\n  High Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\n  Steadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\n  Nigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\n  Bin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\n  So Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\n  Then A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\n  Mike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\n  Muthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\n  Dogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\n  No Asperation To Quit Da Game.\n  Spit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\n  Pass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\n  All Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\n  All Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\n  Our Situation Is A Tight One\n  What U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Twista\n  Nigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\n  Don't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\n  Wit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\n  Bust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\n  Don't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\n  b., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\n  When U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\n  Twista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\n  Brooklyn And K-Town,\n  When U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n  2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\n  Lets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\n  Hit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\n  Spit It For The City I Love\n  Chi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\n  You Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\n  Steady As I,\n  Shit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n  \"Life After Death\", Give To You,\n  However U Want It Nigga,\n  That A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\n  Cus The Shit Is Giddie,\n  So I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\n  Twista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n  3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\n  All These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\n  A Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Krayzie Bone\n  In The Middle Of A Hour,\n  Bring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\n  Mamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\n  One Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\n  Niggas Always Ready For The War,\n  They Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\n  We Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\n  Hit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\n  Dealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\n  Somebody Better Call Po-Po,\n  Its Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\n  Nigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\n  And Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\n  Will Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\n  Double On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\n  Feeling Hold The Game Ransom,\n  Runnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\n  Massive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\n  Cus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\n  Its Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n  [B.i.g. - Chorus\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n"},{"id":19337231,"name":"Spit Your Game","trackName":"Spit Your Game","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Duets: The Final Chapter","duration":261.09925,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B.i.g.\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[B.i.g. - Verse\nArmed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\nStraight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\nThug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\nYa'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\nUp In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\nWe Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\nHigh Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\nSteadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\nNigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\nBin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\nSo Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\nThen A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\nMike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\nMuthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\nDogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\nNo Asperation To Quit Da Game.\nSpit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\nPass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\nAll Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\nAll Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\nOur Situation Is A Tight One\nWhat U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Twista\nNigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\nDon't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\nWit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\nBust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\nDon't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\nb., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\nWhen U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\nTwista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\nBrooklyn And K-Town,\nWhen U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\nLets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\nHit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\nSpit It For The City I Love\nChi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\nYou Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\nSteady As I,\nShit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n\"Life After Death\", Give To You,\nHowever U Want It Nigga,\nThat A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\nCus The Shit Is Giddie,\nSo I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\nTwista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\nAll These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\nA Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Krayzie Bone\nIn The Middle Of A Hour,\nBring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\nMamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\nOne Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\nNiggas Always Ready For The War,\nThey Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\nWe Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\nHit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\nDealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\nSomebody Better Call Po-Po,\nIts Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\nNigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\nAnd Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\nWill Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\nDouble On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\nFeeling Hold The Game Ransom,\nRunnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\nMassive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\nCus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\nIts Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n[B.i.g. - Chorus\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: 'Duets: The Final Chapter'\n  duration_ms: 261099\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B.i.g.\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [B.i.g. - Verse\n  Armed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\n  Straight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\n  Thug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\n  Ya'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\n  Up In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\n  We Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\n  High Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\n  Steadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\n  Nigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\n  Bin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\n  So Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\n  Then A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\n  Mike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\n  Muthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\n  Dogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\n  No Asperation To Quit Da Game.\n  Spit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\n  Pass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\n  All Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\n  All Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\n  Our Situation Is A Tight One\n  What U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Twista\n  Nigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\n  Don't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\n  Wit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\n  Bust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\n  Don't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\n  b., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\n  When U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\n  Twista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\n  Brooklyn And K-Town,\n  When U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n  2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\n  Lets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\n  Hit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\n  Spit It For The City I Love\n  Chi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\n  You Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\n  Steady As I,\n  Shit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n  \"Life After Death\", Give To You,\n  However U Want It Nigga,\n  That A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\n  Cus The Shit Is Giddie,\n  So I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\n  Twista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n  3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\n  All These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\n  A Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Krayzie Bone\n  In The Middle Of A Hour,\n  Bring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\n  Mamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\n  One Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\n  Niggas Always Ready For The War,\n  They Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\n  We Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\n  Hit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\n  Dealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\n  Somebody Better Call Po-Po,\n  Its Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\n  Nigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\n  And Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\n  Will Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\n  Double On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\n  Feeling Hold The Game Ransom,\n  Runnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\n  Massive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\n  Cus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\n  Its Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n  [B.i.g. - Chorus\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n"},{"id":13624590,"name":"Spit Your Game","trackName":"Spit Your Game","artistName":"The Notorious B․I․G․","albumName":"Duets∶ The Final Chapter","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[B.i.g.\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[B.i.g. - Verse\nArmed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\nStraight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\nThug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\nYa'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\nUp In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\nWe Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\nHigh Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\nSteadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\nNigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\nBin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\nSo Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\nThen A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\nMike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\nMuthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\nDogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\nNo Asperation To Quit Da Game.\nSpit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSqueeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\nPass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\nAll Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\nAll Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\nOur Situation Is A Tight One\nWhat U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Twista\nNigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\nDon't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\nWit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\nBust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\nDon't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\nb., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\nWhen U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\nTwista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\nBrooklyn And K-Town,\nWhen U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\nLets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\nHit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\nSpit It For The City I Love\nChi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\nYou Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\nSteady As I,\nShit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n\"Life After Death\", Give To You,\nHowever U Want It Nigga,\nThat A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\nCus The Shit Is Giddie,\nSo I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\nTwista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\nAll These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\nA Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPassthat Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n[Krayzie Bone\nIn The Middle Of A Hour,\nBring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\nMamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\nOne Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\nNiggas Always Ready For The War,\nThey Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\nWe Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\nHit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\nDealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\nSomebody Better Call Po-Po,\nIts Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\nNigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\nAnd Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\nWill Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\nDouble On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\nFeeling Hold The Game Ransom,\nRunnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\nMassive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\nCus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\nIts Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n[B.i.g. - Chorus\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\nSpit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\nCall Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\nPass That Weed I Got To Light One,\nSqueeze Your Clip Hit The Right\nOne, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Spit Your Game\n  artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n  album: Duets∶ The Final Chapter\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [B.i.g.\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [B.i.g. - Verse\n  Armed And Dangerous, Ain't Too Many Can Bang Wit Us,\n  Straight Up Weed No Angel Dust, Label Us Notorious,\n  Thug Ass Niggas That Love To Bust, It's Strange To Us,\n  Ya'll Niggas Be Scramblin Gamblin,\n  Up In Restaurants With Mandolins And Violins,\n  We Just Sittin Here Tryin To Win, Tryin' Not To Sin,\n  High Off Weed And Lots Of Gin, So Much Smoke Need Oxygen,\n  Steadily Countin' Them Benjamins,\n  Nigga You Should To If U Knew Wut This Game Would Do 2 U,\n  Bin In This Shit Since '92, Look At All The Bullshit I've Bin Through,\n  So Called Beef With U Know Who, Fucked A Few Female Stars Or Two,\n  Then A Bluelight Niggas Knew Like\n  Mike-Shiiit Not To Be Fuck Wit.\n  Muthafucka Betta Duck Quick.Cuzz Me And My\n  Dogs Love To Buck Shit, Fuck The Luck Shit Strictly Aim\n  No Asperation To Quit Da Game.\n  Spit Yo' Game, Talk Yo Shit, Grab Yo Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Squeeze Your Clip And Hit The Right One\n  Pass Dat Weed L Gotta Light One\n  All Them Niggas L Gotta Fight One\n  All Them Hoes L Gotta Like One\n  Our Situation Is A Tight One\n  What U Wanna Do? Fight Or Run?\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Twista\n  Nigga Money Livin' Marvelous, In God We Trust,\n  Don't Too Many Niggas Wanna Start\n  Wit Us, Got Big Guns In The Cars Wit Us,\n  Bust At Any Muther Fucka Actin Hard Wit Us,\n  Don't Really Wanna Show U Wut A G.i.\n  b., I Rather Be Sippin Remy In The V.i.p.,\n  When U Hear The Music It'll Be By Me,\n  Twista With The Legendary Nigga B.i.g.,\n  Brooklyn And K-Town,\n  When U Checkin' Out The Flow, U Know Its Goin Rain With Persistence,\n  2 Legends On The Same Track, 2 Different Plains Of Existence,\n  Lets Get It Crackin' I Love To Bust Flows,\n  Hit It From The Back Cus I Love To Buck Hoe,\n  Spit It For The City I Love\n  Chi-Ca-Go, Cali-Coes Buck, I Love To Bust Those,\n  You Think You Can Spit On The Mike Like You Biggie And Flow Just As\n  Steady As I,\n  Shit Is Real U Know U Love Him, U Ain't Got \"Ready To Die\",\n  \"Life After Death\", Give To You,\n  However U Want It Nigga,\n  That A Day After, Give It To Ya, However U Want It Nigga,\n  Cus The Shit Is Giddie,\n  So I Carry Big Heat, Screamin' Come 'N' Get Me,\n  Twista And Biggie On The Swizz Beat,\n  3 Mils I Love To Make 1, All These Cars I Love To Ride 1,\n  All These Hoes I Love To Cut 1,\n  A Tribute To Big I Love To Bust 1,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Passthat Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  [Krayzie Bone\n  In The Middle Of A Hour,\n  Bring Niggas More Drama Than They Baby\n  Mamas, Nigga Wanna Battle, Ima Bomb Ya,\n  One Man Will Attack Like A Pack Of Pirahnas, Like Taracotta,\n  Niggas Always Ready For The War,\n  They Don't Really Wanna See A Nigga Tho,\n  We Can Hit 'Em Ina Minute Then We Finished Wit'em,\n  Hit'em With Tha Venom Of A Nigga Witha Sicko Flow,\n  Dealin' Wit Swizz, Oh No!, Niggas Need To Shut Up-O,\n  Somebody Better Call Po-Po,\n  Its Gonna Be Murder When I Get To Servin Them Burnin'em (Yeah),\n  Nigga Ya'll Heard Of Me, Brick City Killa, Nigga Word To Me,\n  And Im Classic Like Bird And Magic,\n  Will Attack It To Snatch His Rep Back, And Stack Some, Drag Him,\n  Double On'em At Random, With The Bullets I Brand'em,\n  Feeling Hold The Game Ransom,\n  Runnin Up In Your Mansion, Cash Demandin,\n  Massive Cannons, Niggas Ain't Ready For This 1,\n  Cus Im On A Mission To Get Even Better Believe It, Im Heavily Heated,\n  Its Easy To See It, If You Wanna See Me, Let That Be The Reason.\n  [B.i.g. - Chorus\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat, Call Your Clicks,\n  Spit Your Game, Talk Your Shit, Grab Your Gat,\n  Call Your Clicks, Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right One,\n  Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n  Squeeze Your Clip Hit The Right\n  One, Pass That Weed I Got To Light One,\n"}]