[{"id":12652748,"name":"22-notorious_b.i.g.-the_what-jl","trackName":"22-notorious_b.i.g.-the_what-jl","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G. - King Of New York","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Notorious B.I.G.]\nYo, check it\nCall Lil' Cease\nTell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital\nman fuck that\nTell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez\nand go take about like twenty G's from Gino\nTell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here\nNigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)\nCall that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick\n(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)\n\nThe doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery\nbut the nurses is lovin me\nSayin the best part of the day is my half\nFeedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath\nNiggaz say I died dead in the streets\nNigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach\nChillin, sittin on about half a million\nWith all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women\nNext two years, I should see about a billion\nAll for the love of drug dealin\nGot no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)\nAny repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)\nAll the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes\nRaw flows, and that's how it goes\n\n[Puff Daddy]\nNOTORIOUS!\nC'mon. we are, we are\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nHe is. he is.\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n\nThis for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged\nTruck, necklace, igloo ring and things\nFor the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin\nThat shit with the V-trim that win\nand the enormous fields disperse of rap\nOn the road to the riches more furs to drag\nMore niggaz to kill, than birds to bag\nHit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh\nHops, out the truck like, \"Trick, what up?\"\nCall me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut\nThat's the end of us, get your friend to fuck\nUntwist and bend her up, you know the deal\nNiggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)\nFunny how quick these pricks forget\nActin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit\nSwitched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)\nIt's all good, you know who the clone is\nFuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses\n\n[Puff Daddy]\nC'mon y'all.\nNOTORIOUS!\nWe are, we are . (what's his name)\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nHe is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n\n[Lil' Kim]\nWho that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?\nThe Notorious K-I to the M\nThat's me, on MTV, no doubt\nTitty out like what - I don't give a fuck!\nY'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne\nThen stay your ass home, you and your chaperone\nThings done changed, but we continue to reign\nas the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.\nFrank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention\nI'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position\nSexy, young thing, from the ghetto\nThat bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos\nWe takin over like Francis\nSwitchin our styles like the hottest new dancers\nSee, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper\nBe glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!\n\n[Puff Daddy]\nShe did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah\nNOTORIOUS!\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nHe is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\nBad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nWe are, we are .\nQueen Bee baby, we are, c'mon\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nHe is, he is. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nWe are, we are .\nBad Boy 2000\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nB.I.G. Born Again (he is. he is.)\nand he won't stop\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\ncause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh\nWe are, we are. (Brooklyn baby)\nNO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\nHe is, he is.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.44] [Notorious B.I.G.]\n[00:00.66] Yo, check it\n[00:01.24] Call Lil' Cease\n[00:01.95] Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital\n[00:04.36] man fuck that\n[00:05.16] Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez\n[00:07.25] and go take about like twenty G's from Gino\n[00:08.66] Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here\n[00:12.24] Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)\n[00:14.23] Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick\n[00:17.76] (Bad Boy Big, c'mon)\n[00:18.94] The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery\n[00:22.01] but the nurses is lovin me\n[00:23.91] Sayin the best part of the day is my half\n[00:26.37] Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath\n[00:28.68] Niggaz say I died dead in the streets\n[00:30.83] Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach\n[00:33.15] Chillin, sittin on about half a million\n[00:35.56] With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women\n[00:37.86] Next two years, I should see about a billion\n[00:40.32] All for the love of drug dealin\n[00:42.06] Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)\n[00:45.03] Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)\n[00:47.54] All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes\n[00:50.05] Raw flows, and that's how it goes\n[00:52.25] [Puff Daddy]\n[00:52.62] NOTORIOUS!\n[00:53.17] C'mon. we are, we are\n[00:54.24] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[00:58.45] He is. he is.\n[01:00.14] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[01:01.84] This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged\n[01:04.05] Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things\n[01:06.34] For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin\n[01:08.66] That shit with the V-trim that win\n[01:10.72] and the enormous fields disperse of rap\n[01:13.29] On the road to the riches more furs to drag\n[01:15.54] More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag\n[01:18.02] Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh\n[01:20.14] Hops, out the truck like, \"Trick, what up?\"\n[01:22.85] Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut\n[01:25.14] That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck\n[01:27.45] Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal\n[01:30.03] Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)\n[01:32.25] Funny how quick these pricks forget\n[01:34.65] Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit\n[01:36.96] Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)\n[01:39.44] It's all good, you know who the clone is\n[01:41.73] Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses\n[01:44.32] [Puff Daddy]\n[01:44.91] C'mon y'all.\n[01:47.25] NOTORIOUS!\n[01:48.93] We are, we are . (what's his name)\n[01:50.04] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[01:51.76] He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\n[01:53.05] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[01:53.44] [Lil' Kim]\n[01:53.87] Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?\n[01:56.25] The Notorious K-I to the M\n[01:58.44] That's me, on MTV, no doubt\n[02:00.74] Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!\n[02:03.17] Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne\n[02:05.59] Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone\n[02:07.85] Things done changed, but we continue to reign\n[02:10.35] as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.\n[02:12.64] Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention\n[02:14.85] I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position\n[02:17.48] Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto\n[02:19.71] That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos\n[02:21.86] We takin over like Francis\n[02:24.13] Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers\n[02:26.40] See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper\n[02:29.08] Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!\n[02:31.65] [Puff Daddy]\n[02:31.85] She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah\n[02:33.33] NOTORIOUS!\n[02:34.25] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:36.16] He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\n[02:37.47] Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon\n[02:39.34] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:40.95] We are, we are .\n[02:41.58] Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon\n[02:42.58] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:44.64] He is, he is. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)\n[02:48.60] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:50.13] We are, we are .\n[02:53.62] Bad Boy 2000\n[02:55.04] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:56.16] B.I.G. Born Again (he is. he is.)\n[02:58.50] and he won't stop\n[02:59.16] NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n[02:59.86] cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh\n[03:01.57] We are, we are. 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(Brooklyn baby)\n start_ms: 181570\n end_ms: 183060\n- text: NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n start_ms: 183060\n end_ms: 185840\n- text: He is, he is.\n start_ms: 185840\n end_ms: 188240\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 188240\nplain: |-\n [Notorious B.I.G.]\n Yo, check it\n Call Lil' Cease\n Tell that muh'fucker to bring me some muh'fuckin weed for this hospital\n man fuck that\n Tell that reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez\n and go take about like twenty G's from Gino\n Tell that muh'fucker get this nigga next door up out of here\n Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)\n Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick\n (Bad Boy Big, c'mon)\n\n The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery\n but the nurses is lovin me\n Sayin the best part of the day is my half\n Feedin me breakfast, and givin me a sponge bath\n Niggaz say I died dead in the streets\n Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach\n Chillin, sittin on about half a million\n With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women\n Next two years, I should see about a billion\n All for the love of drug dealin\n Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)\n Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (that's right)\n All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes\n Raw flows, and that's how it goes\n\n [Puff Daddy]\n NOTORIOUS!\n C'mon. we are, we are\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n He is. he is.\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n\n This for my niggaz slingin thangs, had my ring encaged\n Truck, necklace, igloo ring and things\n For the bitches, who see them rims spin and grin\n That shit with the V-trim that win\n and the enormous fields disperse of rap\n On the road to the riches more furs to drag\n More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag\n Hit the jeweler and splurge the tab, uh\n Hops, out the truck like, \"Trick, what up?\"\n Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut\n That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck\n Untwist and bend her up, you know the deal\n Niggaz talkin real greasy on some ballin shit (that's right)\n Funny how quick these pricks forget\n Actin like I ain't the reason they traded they shit\n Switched that 5, copped that 6 (that's right)\n It's all good, you know who the clone is\n Fuck the Joneses, niggaz tryin to keep up with the Combses\n\n [Puff Daddy]\n C'mon y'all.\n NOTORIOUS!\n We are, we are . (what's his name)\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n\n [Lil' Kim]\n Who that queen bitch, keep her glass filled to the rim?\n The Notorious K-I to the M\n That's me, on MTV, no doubt\n Titty out like what - I don't give a fuck!\n Y'all know my attitude, can't stand my cologne\n Then stay your ass home, you and your chaperone\n Things done changed, but we continue to reign\n as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.\n Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention\n I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playin my position\n Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto\n That bitch rockin mics in high heel stilletos\n We takin over like Francis\n Switchin our styles like the hottest new dancers\n See, I let y'all live to stack a LITTLE paper\n Be glad I pushed my album back, I did y'all hoes a favor!\n\n [Puff Daddy]\n She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah\n NOTORIOUS!\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n He is, he is. (c'mon, what's his name?)\n Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n We are, we are .\n Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n He is, he is. (B.I.G. baby, he is c'mon)\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n We are, we are .\n Bad Boy 2000\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n B.I.G. Born Again (he is. he is.)\n and he won't stop\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh\n We are, we are. (Brooklyn baby)\n NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!\n He is, he is.\n"},{"id":36672725,"name":"The What (2005 Remaster)","trackName":"The What (2005 Remaster)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to get feels on a bitch\nNow I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\nAnd niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\nPlaying the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n\nBiggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\nLike Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\nThe thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\nIs here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n\nBitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\nI want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\nI squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\nDon't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\nI'll be damned if this ain't some shit\nCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\nIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\nComing where you rest at, surrender\nStep inside the ring, you's the number one contender\nLooking cold-booty like your pussy in December\nNigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\nFrom Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\nHey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\nActing as if it can't happen\nYour frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\nYo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\nSo what you want nigga? You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G\n album: Rob E Rob - 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You won't nigga\n I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n Kickin' down your goddamn door\n (And it goes a little something like this)\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\n Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n I spark and they cells get warm\n\n I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\n Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n Cold as the pole in the winter\n Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n Ready to die, why I act that way?\n Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\n Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n Recognize (yeah)\n"},{"id":34469411,"name":"The What","trackName":"The What","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Best of Notorious B.I.G. 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Best of Notorious B.I.G. 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.81] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.27] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.34] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.89] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.64] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.22] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.61] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.16] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.56] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.61] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.57] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.29] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.93] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.12] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.97] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.69] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.30] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.31] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.92] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.72] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.10] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.80] So what you want nigga? 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Ya punk, nigga\nI got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, ninety-four, rugged raw\nKicking down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a lil' something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it\nHonies, shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth Tical, putting niggaz back in I.C.U.\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nNo question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man\n\nI'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it\n(Assume the position)\nStop, look and listen\nI spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens\n\nWelcome to my center\nHonies feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed\n\nAnd when my Mac unloads\nI'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left Mom duke\nThe fagot took the back way\n\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-up\n'Cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\n\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the Praying Mantis\nDeep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon\n\nPlus\n(I got more glocks and techs than you)\nI make it hot\n(Nigga, won't even stand next to you)\nNigga, touch me, you better bust me\nThree times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, ya thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it\nHonies, shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it\nHonies, shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.09] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.92] Now I throw shields on the dick\n[00:16.08] To stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:18.13] And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:20.58] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:23.35] Biggie Smalls is the illest\n[00:25.03] Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered\n[00:27.37] \"What you talking 'bout Willis?\"\n[00:29.17] The thrill is gone, the black Frank White\n[00:31.45] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.97] Bitches, I like 'em brainless\n[00:35.56] Guns, I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:37.45] I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel\n[00:40.06] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:42.42] Don't tempt me\n[00:43.19] (T H O D Man)\n[00:44.43] You don't want to fuck with Biggie\n[00:45.55] Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:47.44] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.88] It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja\n[00:53.53] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.62] Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender\n[00:58.64] Looking cold booty like your pussy in December\n[01:01.40] Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and\n[01:04.38] From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping\n[01:07.27] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:10.52] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:12.63] You front and got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:15.02] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:18.71] So what cha want, nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Notorious II: Biggie'\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: 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fortune like the Wheel\n I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\n I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n Coming where you rest at, surrender\n Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\n Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n Acting as if it can't happen\n Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n So what you want nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n album: 'Notorious II: Biggie'\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: 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'em stainless steel\nI want the fuckin Fortune like the wheel\nI squeeze gets till my clips is empty\nDon't tempt me you don't want to fuck with Biggie\nHere I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\nCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\nIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja\nComin' where you rest at, surrender\nStep inside the ring, you're the number one contender\nLookin' cold booty like your pussy in December\nNigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and\nFrom Method all you gettin' is a can of ass-whippin'\nHey, I'll be kickin', you son, you doin' all the yappin'\nActin' as if it can't happen'\nYou front and got me mad enough to touch somethin'\nYo I'm from Shaolin', Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin'\nSo what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga\nI got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, ninety-four, rugged raw\nKickin' down your god damn door\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard foot it\nHonies shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on\nTwo, comin' with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, puttin' niggaz back in I.C.U.\nI'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh\nNo question, I be comin' down and shit\nYo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get\nAnd niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\nI'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!\nBaby accept it, utmost respect it\nAssume the position, stop, look and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens\nWelcome to my center, honies feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor\nBut I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads\nI'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop Duke left Mom Duke the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of makin' hoes suck my dick up, I used to do stick-up\n'Cause hoes is irritatin' like the hiccups\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me like trees to branches\nCliffs to avalanches, it's the praying mantis\nDeep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfuckin' rap phenomenon, plus\nI got more glocks and techs than you\nI make it hot nigga won't even stand next to you\nNigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, ya thought so\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard for it\nHonies shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get ya gotta work hard for it\nHonies shake your hips, ya don't stop\nAnd niggaz pack the clips, keep on","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.17] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.49] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.50] And niggaz know they hot like a twinkie filling\n[00:19.81] Playing the Villian prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.82] Biggie 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clips is empty\nDon't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\nI'll be damned if this ain't some shit\nCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\nIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\nComing where you rest at, surrender\nStep inside the ring, you's the number one contender\nLooking cold-booty like your pussy in December\nNigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\nFrom Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\nHey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\nActing as if it can't happen\nYour frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\nYo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\nSo what you want nigga? You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Wackness\n duration_ms: 239000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'The Wackness: Music From the Motion Picture'\n duration_ms: 249000\n 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Wackness Soundtrack\n duration_ms: 237531\n instrumental: 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready to Die (The Remaster)\n duration_ms: 239000\n instrumental: 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fortune like the Wheel\n I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\n I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n Coming where you rest at, surrender\n Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\n Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n Acting as if it can't happen\n Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n So what you want nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\ntwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n album: 'Ready to Die: The Remaster'\n duration_ms: 237480\n instrumental: 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82]I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23]Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35]And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85]Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51]Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66]Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28]The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66]Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19]Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57]I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76]I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68]Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54]I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32]Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22]It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98]Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17]Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94]Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66]Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35]From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34]Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90]Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76]Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11]Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78]So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13]I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18]It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01]Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95](And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42]Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91]Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76](Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26](And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25]Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01]Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77]I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52]I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29]Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83]Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82]And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67]I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39]I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10]Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61](Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32]I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22]Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80]Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89]Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06]And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16]Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65]Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01]So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47]I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92]Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02]Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94]It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34]A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51](I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95]I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78]Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43]Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66]Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25]And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19](Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82](And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96]Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67]Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35](Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06](And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91]Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78]Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04]Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81]My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68]Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready to Die (The Remaster)\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I used to get feels on a bitch\n 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fortune like the Wheel\n I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\n I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n Coming where you rest at, surrender\n Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\n Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n Acting as if it can't happen\n Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n Kickin' down your goddamn door\n (And it goes a little something like this)\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\n Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n I spark and they cells get warm\n\n I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\n Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n Cold as the pole in the winter\n Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n Ready to die, why I act that way?\n Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\n Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\n Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n Recognize (yeah)\n"},{"id":19117356,"name":"The What","trackName":"The What","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Ready To Die: For The Money","duration":237.48,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I used to get feels on a bitch\nNow I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\nAnd niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\nPlaying the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n\nBiggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\nLike Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\nThe thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\nIs here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n\nBitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\nI want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\nI squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\nDon't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\nI'll be damned if this ain't some shit\nCome to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\nIt's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\nComing where you rest at, surrender\nStep inside the ring, you's the number one contender\nLooking cold-booty like your pussy in December\nNigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\nFrom Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\nHey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\nActing as if it can't happen\nYour frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\nYo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\nSo what you want nigga? You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Ready To Die: For The Money'\n duration_ms: 237480\n instrumental: 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fortune like the Wheel\n I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\n I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n Coming where you rest at, surrender\n Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\n Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n Acting as if it can't happen\n Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n So what you want nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\n[02:56.43] Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n[02:58.66] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:01.25] And everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:04.19] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:06.82] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:09.96] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[03:12.67] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[03:15.35] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[03:18.06] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[03:20.91] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\n[03:23.78] Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\n[03:26.04] Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\n[03:28.81] My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\n[03:30.68] Recognize (yeah)\n[03:34.35] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The What\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Ready To Die (The Remaster CD)\n duration_ms: 237531\n instrumental: 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fortune like the Wheel\n I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n\n I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n Coming where you rest at, surrender\n Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n\n Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n Acting as if it can't happen\n Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n So what you want nigga? 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You won't nigga\nI got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\nIt's real, '94 rugged-raw\nKickin' down your goddamn door\n(And it goes a little something like this)\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nTwo, coming with that Olde E brew\nMeth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\nI'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\nI got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n\nHuh, no question, I be coming down and shit\nYo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\nAnd niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\nI spark and they cells get warm\n\nI'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\nBaby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n(Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\nI spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n\nWelcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\nCold as the pole in the winter\nFar from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\nAnd when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\nReady to die, why I act that way?\nPop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\nSo instead of making hoes suck my dick up\nI used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n\nExcuse me, flows just grow through me\nLike trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\nIt's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\nA motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n(I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\nI make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\nNigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head\nOr motherfucker's dead, you thought so\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nAnd everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nFuck the world, don't ask me for shit\nEverything you get you gotta work hard for it\n(Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n(And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n\nJunior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?)\nAh, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical)\nBedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw)\nMy borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah)\nRecognize (yeah)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.82] I used to get feels on a bitch\n[00:13.23] Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit\n[00:17.35] And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling\n[00:19.85] Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing\n[00:22.51] Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out\n[00:25.66] Like Arnold on that, \"What you talking 'bout, Willis?\"\n[00:28.28] The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White\n[00:30.66] Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes\n[00:33.19] Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel\n[00:36.57] I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel\n[00:38.76] I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty\n[00:41.68] Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the- (M-E-T-H-O-D Man, here I am)\n[00:44.54] I'll be damned if this ain't some shit\n[00:46.32] Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit\n[00:49.22] It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja\n[00:52.98] Coming where you rest at, surrender\n[00:55.17] Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender\n[00:57.94] Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December\n[01:00.66] Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and\n[01:03.35] From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping\n[01:06.34] Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping\n[01:09.90] Acting as if it can't happen\n[01:11.76] Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something\n[01:14.11] Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something\n[01:17.78] So what you want nigga? You won't nigga\n[01:20.13] I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger\n[01:23.18] It's real, '94 rugged-raw\n[01:26.01] Kickin' down your goddamn door\n[01:27.95] (And it goes a little something like this)\n[01:29.42] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\n[01:31.91] Everything you get you gotta work hard for it\n[01:34.76] (Honeys shake your hips) you don't stop\n[01:37.26] (And niggas pack the clips) keep on, bitch\n[01:40.25] Two, coming with that Olde E brew\n[01:43.01] Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU\n[01:45.77] I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew\n[01:48.52] I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue\n[01:51.29] Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit\n[01:53.83] Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get\n[01:56.82] And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental\n[02:00.67] I spark and they cells get warm\n[02:02.39] I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man\n[02:05.10] Baby, accept it, utmost respect it, and\n[02:07.61] (Assume the position) stop, look, and listen\n[02:10.32] I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch\n[02:13.22] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta\n[02:16.80] Cold as the pole in the winter\n[02:18.89] Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed\n[02:22.06] And when my MAC unloads, I'm guaranteed another video\n[02:25.16] Ready to die, why I act that way?\n[02:27.65] Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way\n[02:31.01] So instead of making hoes suck my dick up\n[02:33.47] I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups\n[02:36.92] Excuse me, flows just grow through me\n[02:39.02] Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches\n[02:41.94] It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan\n[02:45.34] A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus\n[02:47.51] (I got more Glocks and TECs than you)\n[02:49.95] I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you)\n[02:52.78] Nigga touch me, you better bust me three 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