[{"id":34276635,"name":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)","trackName":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who the fuck is this?\npagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\nnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\nsee who's this pagin me and why.\nIt's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\ntold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\nsome niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\nslow down love please chill drop the caper\nremember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\nthat you rolled dice wit\nsmoked the blunts and got nice wit\nyeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\nnah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say dem,\nthey schooled me to some niggas\nthat you knew from back when,\nwhen you was clockin minor figures\nNow they heard you blowin up like nitro\nknow they wanna stick the knife\nthrough your windpipe slow.\nso thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\nyou got the mac nigga\ntell me what you wanna do...\n\nDamn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\nThey heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\nwit the Texas license plate outta state\nthey heard about the pounds\nyou got down in Georgetown\nnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\nthey even heard about the crib\nyou bought your moms out in Florida\nthe fifth corridor...\nCall the coroner\nthere's gonna be alot of slow singin\nand flower bringin\nif my burgular alarm starts ringin\nwhatcha think all the guns is for?\nall purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\nand I feed em gun powder so they can devour\nthe criminals tryna to drop my decimals\nDAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\nit's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\nsee your picture, now they wanna\ngrab they guns and come and getcha\nBethca Biggie won't slip\nI got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\nso I can rip through the ligaments\nput the fuckas in a bad prediciment\nwhere all the foul niggas went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBuck with what I had you with\nyou motherfuckers betta duck\nI bring pain, blood stains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nso I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\nI fuck around and get hardcore\nC4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\nfeel the rush scandalous\nThe more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\nI dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\nI'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\nHold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n\"Shh...\"\n\"Come on mothafucka!\"\n\"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n\"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n\"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n\"It's right over here\"\n\"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n\"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n\"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n\"Fuck?\"\n\"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n\"Oh shit!\"\n\"What? What's wrong man?\n\"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n\"What red dot?\"\n\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n\"OH SHIT!\"\n\n[two gun shots","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.27] Who the fuck is this?\n[00:11.38] Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n[00:14.70] Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:17.69] See who's this pagin me and why.\n[00:20.42] It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n[00:22.62] Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:25.29] Some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n[00:28.79] Slow down love please chill drop the caper\n[00:31.50] Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:34.51] That you rolled dice wit\n[00:36.27] Smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n[00:37.84] Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:40.17] Nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:43.02] I didn't say dem,\n[00:44.66] They schooled me to some niggas\n[00:46.56] That you knew from back when,\n[00:48.59] When you was clockin minor figures\n[00:49.78] Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n[00:51.46] Know they wanna stick the knife\n[00:53.38] Through your windpipe slow.\n[00:54.56] So thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n[00:56.22] You got the mac nigga\n[00:58.71] Tell me what you wanna do...\n[00:59.65] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n[01:02.34] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n[01:12.89] Wit the Texas license plate outta state\n[01:15.56] They heard about the pounds\n[01:18.70] You got down in Georgetown\n[01:20.12] Now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:21.58] They even heard about the crib\n[01:24.04] You bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:25.68] The fifth corridor...\n[01:27.05] Call the coroner\n[01:28.14] There's gonna be alot of slow singin\n[01:29.97] And flower bringin\n[01:30.87] If my burgular alarm starts ringin\n[01:33.35] Whatcha think all the guns is for?\n[01:35.66] All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n[01:38.77] And I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n[01:41.96] The criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n[01:44.56] DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:46.82] And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n[01:50.20] It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n[01:52.24] See your picture, now they wanna\n[01:54.56] Grab they guns and come and getcha\n[01:55.94] Bethca Biggie won't slip\n[01:57.59] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:00.73] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:03.13] Put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n[02:04.85] Where all the foul niggas went\n[02:06.91] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:09.28] Buck with what I had you with\n[02:11.57] You motherfuckers betta duck\n[02:13.12] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n[02:14.94] Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n[02:17.73] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:20.11] So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n[02:23.09] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:25.62] C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n[02:29.13] Feel the rush scandalous\n[02:31.48] The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n[02:34.55] I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:37.13] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n[02:39.83] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n[02:42.79] Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n[02:45.10] \"Shh...\"\n[02:54.30] \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n[03:02.04] \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n[03:03.16] \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n[03:03.67] \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n[03:04.59] \"It's right over here\"\n[03:05.42] \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n[03:06.28] \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n[03:07.39] \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n[03:08.76] \"Fuck?\"\n[03:10.03] \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n[03:11.23] \"Oh shit!\"\n[03:12.15] \"What? What's wrong man?\n[03:13.18] \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n[03:16.65] \"What red dot?\"\n[03:28.29] \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n[03:29.58] \"OH SHIT!\"\n[03:30.53] [Two gun shots\n[03:30.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Notorious B.I.G.\n duration_ms: 212000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who the fuck is this?\n start_ms: 10270\n end_ms: 11380\n- text: 'Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin'\n start_ms: 11380\n end_ms: 14700\n- text: Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n start_ms: 14700\n end_ms: 17690\n- text: See who's this pagin me and why.\n start_ms: 17690\n end_ms: 20420\n- text: It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n start_ms: 20420\n end_ms: 22620\n- text: Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n start_ms: 22620\n end_ms: 25290\n- text: Some niggas wanna stick you like fly 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What''s wrong man?'\n start_ms: 192150\n end_ms: 193180\n- text: '\"What''s that red dot on your head man?\"'\n start_ms: 193180\n end_ms: 196650\n- text: '\"What red dot?\"'\n start_ms: 196650\n end_ms: 208290\n- text: '\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"'\n start_ms: 208290\n end_ms: 209580\n- text: '\"OH SHIT!\"'\n start_ms: 209580\n end_ms: 210530\n- text: '[Two gun shots'\n start_ms: 210530\n end_ms: 210960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 210960\nplain: |-\n Who the fuck is this?\n pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n see who's this pagin me and why.\n It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n slow down love please chill drop the caper\n remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n that you rolled dice wit\n smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say dem,\n they schooled me to some niggas\n that you knew from back when,\n when you was clockin minor figures\n Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n know they wanna stick the knife\n through your windpipe slow.\n so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n you got the mac nigga\n tell me what you wanna do...\n\n Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\n They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n wit the Texas license plate outta state\n they heard about the pounds\n you got down in Georgetown\n now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n they even heard about the crib\n you bought your moms out in Florida\n the fifth corridor...\n Call the coroner\n there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n and flower bringin\n if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n whatcha think all the guns is for?\n all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n see your picture, now they wanna\n grab they guns and come and getcha\n Bethca Biggie won't slip\n I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n so I can rip through the ligaments\n put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n where all the foul niggas went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck with what I had you with\n you motherfuckers betta duck\n I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n feel the rush scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n \"Shh...\"\n \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n \"It's right over here\"\n \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n \"Fuck?\"\n \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n \"Oh shit!\"\n \"What? What's wrong man?\n \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n \"What red dot?\"\n \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n \"OH SHIT!\"\n\n [two gun shots\n"},{"id":15020737,"name":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video) [HD]","trackName":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video) [HD]","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":35887786,"name":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)","trackName":"The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G. 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Huh?\"\n\"It's right over here\"\n\"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n\"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n\"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n\"Fuck?\"\n\"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n\"Oh shit!\"\n\"What? What's wrong man?\n\"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n\"What red dot?\"\n\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n\"OH SHIT!\"\n\n[two gun shots","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.27] Who the fuck is this?\n[00:11.38] Pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n[00:14.70] Now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:17.69] See who's this pagin me and why.\n[00:20.42] It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n[00:22.62] Told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:25.29] Some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n[00:28.79] Slow down love please chill drop the caper\n[00:31.50] Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:34.51] That you rolled dice wit\n[00:36.27] Smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n[00:37.84] Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:40.17] Nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:43.02] I didn't say dem,\n[00:44.66] They schooled me to some niggas\n[00:46.56] That you knew from back when,\n[00:48.59] When you was clockin minor figures\n[00:49.78] Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n[00:51.46] Know they wanna stick the knife\n[00:53.38] Through your windpipe slow.\n[00:54.56] So thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n[00:56.22] You got the mac nigga\n[00:58.71] Tell me what you wanna do...\n[00:59.65] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n[01:02.34] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n[01:12.89] Wit the Texas license plate outta state\n[01:15.56] They heard about the pounds\n[01:18.70] You got down in Georgetown\n[01:20.12] Now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:21.58] They even heard about the crib\n[01:24.04] You bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:25.68] The fifth corridor...\n[01:27.05] Call the coroner\n[01:28.14] There's gonna be alot of slow singin\n[01:29.97] And flower bringin\n[01:30.87] If my burgular alarm starts ringin\n[01:33.35] Whatcha think all the guns is for?\n[01:35.66] All purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n[01:38.77] And I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n[01:41.96] The criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n[01:44.56] DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:46.82] And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n[01:50.20] It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n[01:52.24] See your picture, now they wanna\n[01:54.56] Grab they guns and come and getcha\n[01:55.94] Bethca Biggie won't slip\n[01:57.59] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:00.73] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:03.13] Put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n[02:04.85] Where all the foul niggas went\n[02:06.91] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:09.28] Buck with what I had you with\n[02:11.57] You motherfuckers betta duck\n[02:13.12] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n[02:14.94] Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n[02:17.73] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:20.11] So I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n[02:23.09] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:25.62] C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n[02:29.13] Feel the rush scandalous\n[02:31.48] The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n[02:34.55] I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:37.13] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n[02:39.83] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n[02:42.79] Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n[02:45.10] \"Shh...\"\n[02:54.30] \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n[03:02.04] \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n[03:03.16] \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n[03:03.67] \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n[03:04.59] \"It's right over here\"\n[03:05.42] \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n[03:06.28] \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n[03:07.39] \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n[03:08.76] \"Fuck?\"\n[03:10.03] \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n[03:11.23] \"Oh shit!\"\n[03:12.15] \"What? What's wrong man?\n[03:13.18] \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n[03:16.65] \"What red dot?\"\n[03:28.29] \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n[03:29.58] \"OH SHIT!\"\n[03:30.53] [Two gun shots\n[03:30.96] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Official Music Video)\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Notorious B.I.G. 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Huh?\"'\n start_ms: 183670\n end_ms: 184590\n- text: '\"It''s right over here\"'\n start_ms: 184590\n end_ms: 185420\n- text: '\"Man, are you sure it''s biggie smalls crib man?\"'\n start_ms: 185420\n end_ms: 186280\n- text: '\"Yeah i''m sure mothafucka come on\"'\n start_ms: 186280\n end_ms: 187390\n- text: '\"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin'' house\"'\n start_ms: 187390\n end_ms: 188760\n- text: '\"Fuck?\"'\n start_ms: 188760\n end_ms: 190030\n- text: '\"It better be this mothafucka''s house\"'\n start_ms: 190030\n end_ms: 191230\n- text: '\"Oh shit!\"'\n start_ms: 191230\n end_ms: 192150\n- text: '\"What? What''s wrong man?'\n start_ms: 192150\n end_ms: 193180\n- text: '\"What''s that red dot on your head man?\"'\n start_ms: 193180\n end_ms: 196650\n- text: '\"What red dot?\"'\n start_ms: 196650\n end_ms: 208290\n- text: '\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"'\n start_ms: 208290\n end_ms: 209580\n- text: '\"OH SHIT!\"'\n start_ms: 209580\n end_ms: 210530\n- text: '[Two gun shots'\n start_ms: 210530\n end_ms: 210960\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 210960\nplain: |-\n Who the fuck is this?\n pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n see who's this pagin me and why.\n It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n slow down love please chill drop the caper\n remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n that you rolled dice wit\n smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say dem,\n they schooled me to some niggas\n that you knew from back when,\n when you was clockin minor figures\n Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n know they wanna stick the knife\n through your windpipe slow.\n so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n you got the mac nigga\n tell me what you wanna do...\n\n Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\n They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n wit the Texas license plate outta state\n they heard about the pounds\n you got down in Georgetown\n now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n they even heard about the crib\n you bought your moms out in Florida\n the fifth corridor...\n Call the coroner\n there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n and flower bringin\n if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n whatcha think all the guns is for?\n all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n see your picture, now they wanna\n grab they guns and come and getcha\n Bethca Biggie won't slip\n I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n so I can rip through the ligaments\n put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n where all the foul niggas went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck with what I had you with\n you motherfuckers betta duck\n I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n feel the rush scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n \"Shh...\"\n \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n \"Are we gettin' close? 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What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh, sh-","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.44] Stick me for my paper\n[00:13.29] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.34] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.71] Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n[00:20.99] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n[00:23.45] Wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.02] See who's this paging me and why\n[00:28.32] It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.14] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.18] Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:35.94] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.58] Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.54] That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n[00:44.94] Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.09] Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n[00:49.99] I didn't say them\n[00:51.65] They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n[00:54.34] When you was clockin' minor figures\n[00:55.81] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n[00:57.83] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.36] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n[01:04.35] I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.56] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:10.10] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:12.46] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:15.20] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:18.09] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.76] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.68] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.17] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.22] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.82] The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n[01:34.27] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n[01:37.76] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n[01:40.54] What ya' think all the g- is for?\n[01:42.96] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.01] And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n[01:49.16] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n[01:51.48] Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.26] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.55] It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n[02:00.13] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n[02:03.04] Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.10] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.98] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.14] Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n[02:12.29] Where all the foul people went\n[02:14.13] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:17.58] But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n[02:24.35] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.66] So I can reload and explode on your a-\n[02:31.63] I mess around and get hardcore\n[02:33.35] C4 to your door, no beef no more\n[02:36.03] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.72] The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.74] I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.00] I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n[02:50.61] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n[02:53.12] C'mon, motherf-\n[02:57.03] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.49] Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n[03:00.28] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.17] It's right over here\n[03:06.75] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:09.00] Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n[03:12.73] This better be his motherf- house\n[03:15.74] F-, right here\n[03:17.06] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.79] Oh, shit\n[03:23.68] What? What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n[03:37.64] Oh, sh-\n[03:38.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Notorious B.I.G. 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What's wrong?\n start_ms: 203680\n end_ms: 204900\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 204900\n end_ms: 213990\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 213990\n end_ms: 214760\n- text: Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":39978582,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G","albumName":"Greatest Hits - Notorious B.I.G.","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who the fuck is this?\npagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\nnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\nsee who's this pagin me and why.\nIt's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\ntold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\nsome niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\nslow down love please chill drop the caper\nremember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\nthat you rolled dice wit\nsmoked the blunts and got nice wit\nyeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\nnah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say dem,\nthey schooled me to some niggas\nthat you knew from back when,\nwhen you was clockin minor figures\nNow they heard you blowin up like nitro\nknow they wanna stick the knife\nthrough your windpipe slow.\nso thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\nyou got the mac nigga\ntell me what you wanna do...\n\nDamn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\nThey heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\nwit the Texas license plate outta state\nthey heard about the pounds\nyou got down in Georgetown\nnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\nthey even heard about the crib\nyou bought your moms out in Florida\nthe fifth corridor...\nCall the coroner\nthere's gonna be alot of slow singin\nand flower bringin\nif my burgular alarm starts ringin\nwhatcha think all the guns is for?\nall purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\nand I feed em gun powder so they can devour\nthe criminals tryna to drop my decimals\nDAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\nit's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\nsee your picture, now they wanna\ngrab they guns and come and getcha\nBethca Biggie won't slip\nI got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\nso I can rip through the ligaments\nput the fuckas in a bad prediciment\nwhere all the foul niggas went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBuck with what I had you with\nyou motherfuckers betta duck\nI bring pain, blood stains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nso I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\nI fuck around and get hardcore\nC4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\nfeel the rush scandalous\nThe more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\nI dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\nI'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\nHold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n\"Shh...\"\n\"Come on mothafucka!\"\n\"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n\"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n\"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n\"It's right over here\"\n\"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n\"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n\"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n\"Fuck?\"\n\"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n\"Oh shit!\"\n\"What? What's wrong man?\n\"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n\"What red dot?\"\n\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n\"OH SHIT!\"\n\n[two gun shots","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.81] Who the fuck is this?\n[00:18.62] pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n[00:22.32] now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.20] see who's this pagin me and why.\n[00:28.09] It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.26] told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.56] some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n[00:36.44] slow down love please chill drop the caper\n[00:39.11] remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:42.07] that you rolled dice wit\n[00:43.21] smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n[00:45.52] yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.64] nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:50.34] I didn't say dem,\n[00:51.61] they schooled me to some niggas\n[00:52.85] that you knew from back when,\n[00:54.48] when you was clockin minor figures\n[00:56.33] Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n[00:58.56] know they wanna stick the knife\n[01:00.15] through your windpipe slow.\n[01:01.79] so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n[01:04.52] you got the mac nigga\n[01:05.77] tell me what you wanna do...\n[01:06.37] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n[01:18.26] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n[01:21.16] wit the Texas license plate outta state\n[01:23.80] they heard about the pounds\n[01:25.07] you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.73] now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.70] they even heard about the crib\n[01:31.17] you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.85] the fifth corridor...\n[01:33.92] Call the coroner\n[01:35.20] there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n[01:37.45] and flower bringin\n[01:38.51] if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n[01:40.97] whatcha think all the guns is for?\n[01:43.51] all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.66] and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n[01:49.68] the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n[01:51.69] DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.37] And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n[01:56.40] it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n[01:59.73] see your picture, now they wanna\n[02:01.51] grab they guns and come and getcha\n[02:04.01] Bethca Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.08] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.00] so I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.35] put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n[02:12.45] where all the foul niggas went\n[02:14.45] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:16.85] Buck with what I had you with\n[02:18.19] you motherfuckers betta duck\n[02:20.02] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n[02:21.82] Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n[02:25.64] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:28.08] so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n[02:31.13] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:33.50] C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n[02:36.72] feel the rush scandalous\n[02:38.83] The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n[02:42.08] I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.97] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n[02:47.95] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n[02:50.49] Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n[02:52.83] \"Shh...\"\n[02:55.57] \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n[02:57.06] \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n[02:58.35] \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n[03:00.43] \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n[03:03.75] \"It's right over here\"\n[03:04.24] \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n[03:08.10] \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n[03:08.96] \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n[03:13.57] \"Fuck?\"\n[03:19.21] \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n[03:22.88] \"Oh shit!\"\n[03:23.75] \"What? What's wrong man?\n[03:24.61] \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n[03:26.13] \"What red dot?\"\n[03:26.41] \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n[03:32.77] \"OH SHIT!\"\n[03:36.69] [two gun shots\n[03:39.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G\n album: Greatest Hits - Notorious B.I.G.\n duration_ms: 219272\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who the fuck is this?\n start_ms: 16810\n end_ms: 18620\n- text: 'pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin'\n start_ms: 18620\n end_ms: 22320\n- text: now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n start_ms: 22320\n end_ms: 25200\n- text: see who's this pagin me and why.\n start_ms: 25200\n end_ms: 28090\n- text: It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n start_ms: 28090\n end_ms: 30260\n- text: told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n start_ms: 30260\n end_ms: 33560\n- text: some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n start_ms: 33560\n 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What''s wrong man?'\n start_ms: 203750\n end_ms: 204610\n- text: '\"What''s that red dot on your head man?\"'\n start_ms: 204610\n end_ms: 206130\n- text: '\"What red dot?\"'\n start_ms: 206130\n end_ms: 206410\n- text: '\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"'\n start_ms: 206410\n end_ms: 212770\n- text: '\"OH SHIT!\"'\n start_ms: 212770\n end_ms: 216690\n- text: '[two gun shots'\n start_ms: 216690\n end_ms: 219270\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 219270\nplain: |-\n Who the fuck is this?\n pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n see who's this pagin me and why.\n It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n slow down love please chill drop the caper\n remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n that you rolled dice wit\n smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say dem,\n they schooled me to some niggas\n that you knew from back when,\n when you was clockin minor figures\n Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n know they wanna stick the knife\n through your windpipe slow.\n so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n you got the mac nigga\n tell me what you wanna do...\n\n Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\n They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n wit the Texas license plate outta state\n they heard about the pounds\n you got down in Georgetown\n now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n they even heard about the crib\n you bought your moms out in Florida\n the fifth corridor...\n Call the coroner\n there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n and flower bringin\n if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n whatcha think all the guns is for?\n all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n see your picture, now they wanna\n grab they guns and come and getcha\n Bethca Biggie won't slip\n I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n so I can rip through the ligaments\n put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n where all the foul niggas went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck with what I had you with\n you motherfuckers betta duck\n I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n feel the rush scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n \"Shh...\"\n \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n \"It's right over here\"\n \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n \"Fuck?\"\n \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n \"Oh shit!\"\n \"What? What's wrong man?\n \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n \"What red dot?\"\n \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n \"OH SHIT!\"\n\n [two gun shots\n"},{"id":2264992,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Greatest Hits (The Notorious B.I.G.)","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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Huh?\"'\n start_ms: 180430\n end_ms: 183700\n words:\n - text: '\"Are '\n start_ms: 180670\n - text: 'we '\n start_ms: 181650\n - text: 'gettin'' '\n start_ms: 181830\n - text: 'close? 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What''s wrong man?'\n start_ms: 203750\n end_ms: 204610\n words:\n - text: '\"What? '\n start_ms: 203810\n - text: 'What''s '\n start_ms: 204190\n - text: 'wrong '\n start_ms: 204390\n - text: man?\n start_ms: 204550\n- text: '\"What''s that red dot on your head man?\"'\n start_ms: 204610\n end_ms: 206130\n words:\n - text: '\"What''s '\n start_ms: 204678\n - text: 'that '\n start_ms: 204983\n - text: 'red '\n start_ms: 205120\n - text: 'dot '\n start_ms: 205257\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 205395\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 205551\n - text: 'head '\n start_ms: 205669\n - text: man?\"\n start_ms: 205846\n- text: '\"What red dot?\"'\n start_ms: 206130\n end_ms: 206360\n words:\n - text: '\"What '\n start_ms: 206170\n - text: 'red '\n start_ms: 206240\n - text: dot?\"\n start_ms: 206270\n- text: '\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"'\n start_ms: 206410\n end_ms: 212740\n words:\n - text: '\"Oh '\n start_ms: 208810\n - text: 'shit, '\n start_ms: 209290\n - text: 'you '\n start_ms: 210710\n - text: 'got '\n start_ms: 210850\n - text: 'a '\n start_ms: 211030\n - text: 'red '\n start_ms: 211110\n - text: 'dot '\n start_ms: 211390\n - text: 'on '\n start_ms: 211610\n - text: 'your '\n start_ms: 211790\n - text: 'head '\n start_ms: 211950\n - text: too!\"\n start_ms: 212270\n- text: '\"OH SHIT!\"'\n start_ms: 212770\n end_ms: 216650\n words:\n - text: '\"OH '\n start_ms: 215310\n - text: SHIT!\"\n start_ms: 216050\n- text: '[two gun shots'\n start_ms: 216690\n end_ms: 219270\n words:\n - text: '[two '\n start_ms: 217110\n - text: 'gun '\n start_ms: 217490\n - text: shots\n start_ms: 218676\nplain: |-\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n\n Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n Wipe the cold out my eye\n See who's this paging me and why\n It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\n Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\n Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say them\n They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n When you was clockin' minor figures\n Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\n They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n With the Texas license plates out of state\n They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\n They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n What ya' think all the g- is for?\n All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\n Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\n So I can rip through the ligaments\n Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n Where all the foul people went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\n I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n So I can reload and explode on your a-\n\n I mess around and get hardcore\n C4 to your door, no beef no more\n Feel the rough, scandalous\n The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\n C'mon, motherf-\n Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n Are we gettin' close, huh?\n It's right over here\n You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n This better be his motherf- house\n F-, right here\n This better be this motherfucker's house\n Oh, shit\n What? What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":16757589,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits","duration":219.264,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n[03:31.08] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.36] \n[03:35.48] What red dot?\n[03:35.60] Oh, sh-! 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You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":33708481,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"An Introduction to The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":340.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh, sh-","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.44] Stick me for my paper\n[00:13.29] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.34] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.71] Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n[00:20.99] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n[00:23.45] Wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.02] See who's this paging me and why\n[00:28.32] It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.14] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.18] Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:35.94] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.58] Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.54] That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n[00:44.94] Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.09] Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n[00:49.99] I didn't say them\n[00:51.65] They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n[00:54.34] When you was clockin' minor figures\n[00:55.81] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n[00:57.83] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.36] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n[01:04.35] I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.56] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:10.10] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:12.46] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:15.20] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:18.09] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.76] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.68] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.17] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.22] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.82] The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n[01:34.27] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n[01:37.76] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n[01:40.54] What ya' think all the g- is for?\n[01:42.96] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.01] And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n[01:49.16] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n[01:51.48] Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.26] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.55] It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n[02:00.13] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n[02:03.04] Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.10] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.98] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.14] Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n[02:12.29] Where all the foul people went\n[02:14.13] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:17.58] But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n[02:24.35] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.66] So I can reload and explode on your a-\n[02:31.63] I mess around and get hardcore\n[02:33.35] C4 to your door, no beef no more\n[02:36.03] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.72] The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.74] I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.00] I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n[02:50.61] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n[02:53.12] C'mon, motherf-\n[02:57.03] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.49] Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n[03:00.28] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.17] It's right over here\n[03:06.75] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:09.00] Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n[03:12.73] This better be his motherf- house\n[03:15.74] F-, right here\n[03:17.06] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.79] Oh, shit\n[03:23.68] What? What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":27907735,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G","albumName":"Rob E Rob - The Notorious B.I.G - The Final Mixtape","duration":160.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh, sh-","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.44] Stick me for my paper\n[00:13.29] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.34] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.71] Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n[00:20.99] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n[00:23.45] Wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.02] See who's this paging me and why\n[00:28.32] It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.14] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.18] Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:35.94] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.58] Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.54] That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n[00:44.94] Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.09] Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n[00:49.99] I didn't say them\n[00:51.65] They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n[00:54.34] When you was clockin' minor figures\n[00:55.81] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n[00:57.83] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.36] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n[01:04.35] I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.56] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:10.10] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:12.46] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:15.20] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:18.09] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.76] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.68] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.17] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.22] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.82] The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n[01:34.27] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n[01:37.76] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n[01:40.54] What ya' think all the g- is for?\n[01:42.96] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.01] And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n[01:49.16] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n[01:51.48] Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.26] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.55] It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n[02:00.13] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n[02:03.04] Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.10] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.98] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.14] Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n[02:12.29] Where all the foul people went\n[02:14.13] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:17.58] But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n[02:24.35] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.66] So I can reload and explode on your a-\n[02:31.63] I mess around and get hardcore\n[02:33.35] C4 to your door, no beef no more\n[02:36.03] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.72] The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.74] I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.00] I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n[02:50.61] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n[02:53.12] C'mon, motherf-\n[02:57.03] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.49] Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n[03:00.28] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.17] It's right over here\n[03:06.75] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:09.00] Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n[03:12.73] This better be his motherf- house\n[03:15.74] F-, right here\n[03:17.06] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.79] Oh, shit\n[03:23.68] What? What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n start_ms: 203680\n end_ms: 204900\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 204900\n end_ms: 213990\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 213990\n end_ms: 214760\n- text: Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":27291689,"name":"Warning (Instrumental)","trackName":"Warning (Instrumental)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Instrumental InVasion v12: The Notorious B.I.G. Edition, Pt. 1","duration":224.0445,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Notorious B.I.G.)\nWho the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5: 46\nin the mornin, crack of dawn an' {*dialing phone*}\nnow I'm yawnin - wipe the cold out my eye {*ring*}\nSee who's this pagin me - and why\nIt's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot\nof niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor\nSlow down love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?\nThat you rolled dice wit, smoked blunts, and got nice wit\nYeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\nNah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz\nthat you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures\nNow they heard you blowin up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo - thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you\nI got the mac nigga tell me what you gonna do\n\n()\nDamn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n\n(Notorious B.I.G.)\nThey heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\nwith the Texas license plates outta state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe fifth corridor --\n-- call the coroner!\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin\nif my burgular alarm starts ringin\nWhatcha think all the guns is for?\nAll purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\nthe criminals, tryin to drop my decimals\nDamn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha\nBetcha Biggie won't slip\nI got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut the fuckaz in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggaz went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBuck what I'm a hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck\nI bring pain, blood stains on what remains\nof his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole\nI fuck around and get hardcore\nC-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\nhold on, I hear somebody comin...\n\n{*night air, dogs barking*}\n\n(Thieves talking)\n(C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to pass the gat\n(Just bring your motherfuckin ass on, come on)\nAre we gettin close, huh?\n(It's right over here)\nAre you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?\n(Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)\nAhh fuck - it better be his motherfuckin house\nFuck right here.\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\n(Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?\n(It's that red dot on your head man!)\nWhat red dot? . Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!\n\n{*BOTH*} Ohh shit! {*BLAM BLAM*}","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.02] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[00:16.13] Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5: 46\n[00:20.18] in the mornin, crack of dawn an' {*dialing phone*}\n[00:22.13] now I'm yawnin - wipe the cold out my eye {*ring*}\n[00:25.10] See who's this pagin me - and why\n[00:28.12] It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.13] Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.28] of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor\n[00:36.27] Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:39.25] Remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?\n[00:41.29] That you rolled dice wit, smoked blunts, and got nice wit\n[00:45.23] Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.27] Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:50.26] I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz\n[00:53.35] that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures\n[00:56.33] Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n[00:58.35] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.34] So - thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you\n[01:04.30] I got the mac nigga tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.46] ()\n[01:07.47] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:09.41] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:12.48] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:14.45] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:17.42] (Notorious B.I.G.)\n[01:18.43] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n[01:20.42] with the Texas license plates outta state\n[01:23.57] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.59] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.59] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:33.59] The fifth corridor --\n[01:34.52] -- call the coroner!\n[01:35.53] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin\n[01:38.58] if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n[01:40.65] Whatcha think all the guns is for?\n[01:43.64] All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:45.60] And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\n[01:49.69] the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals\n[01:51.62] Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.68] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.65] It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture\n[02:00.72] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha\n[02:03.71] Betcha Biggie won't slip\n[02:04.72] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.79] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:09.77] Put the fuckaz in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggaz went\n[02:13.75] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:16.74] Buck what I'm a hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck\n[02:18.81] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n[02:22.85] of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it\n[02:25.80] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.78] So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole\n[02:30.77] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:32.78] C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n[02:36.74] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.78] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.72] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.85] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.86] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n[02:49.81] hold on, I hear somebody comin...\n[02:52.85] {*night air, dogs barking*}\n[02:56.85] (Thieves talking)\n[02:58.83] (C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to pass the gat\n[02:59.88] (Just bring your motherfuckin ass on, come on)\n[03:01.84] Are we gettin close, huh?\n[03:03.89] (It's right over here)\n[03:05.82] Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?\n[03:07.94] (Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)\n[03:10.98] Ahh fuck - it better be his motherfuckin house\n[03:14.95] Fuck right here.\n[03:19.93] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.93] (Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?\n[03:23.98] (It's that red dot on your head man!)\n[03:26.05] What red dot? . Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!\n[03:35.05] {*BOTH*} Ohh shit! {*BLAM BLAM*}\n[03:38.07] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning (Instrumental)\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Instrumental InVasion v12: The Notorious B.I.G. Edition, Pt. 1'\n duration_ms: 224045\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 4020\n end_ms: 16130\n- text: 'Who the fuck is this? 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Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 67470\n end_ms: 69410\n- text: Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 69410\n end_ms: 72480\n- text: Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 72480\n end_ms: 74450\n- text: Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 74450\n end_ms: 77420\n- text: (Notorious B.I.G.)\n start_ms: 77420\n end_ms: 78430\n- text: They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n start_ms: 78430\n end_ms: 80420\n- text: with the Texas license plates outta state\n start_ms: 80420\n end_ms: 83570\n- text: They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n start_ms: 83570\n end_ms: 86590\n- text: And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n start_ms: 86590\n end_ms: 89590\n- text: They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n start_ms: 89590\n end_ms: 93590\n- text: The fifth corridor --\n start_ms: 93590\n end_ms: 94520\n- text: -- call the coroner!\n start_ms: 94520\n end_ms: 95530\n- text: There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin\n start_ms: 95530\n end_ms: 98580\n- text: if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n start_ms: 98580\n end_ms: 100650\n- text: Whatcha think all the guns is for?\n start_ms: 100650\n end_ms: 103640\n- text: All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n start_ms: 103640\n end_ms: 105600\n- text: And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\n start_ms: 105600\n end_ms: 109690\n- text: the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals\n start_ms: 109690\n end_ms: 111620\n- text: Damn! 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What, what's wrong?\n start_ms: 201930\n end_ms: 203980\n- text: (It's that red dot on your head man!)\n start_ms: 203980\n end_ms: 206050\n- text: What red dot? . Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!\n start_ms: 206050\n end_ms: 215050\n- text: '{*BOTH*} Ohh shit! {*BLAM BLAM*}'\n start_ms: 215050\n end_ms: 218070\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 218070\nplain: |-\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n Who the fuck is this? Pagin me at 5: 46\n in the mornin, crack of dawn an' {*dialing phone*}\n now I'm yawnin - wipe the cold out my eye {*ring*}\n See who's this pagin me - and why\n It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n Told me he was in the gamblin spot, and heard the intricate plot\n of niggaz wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor\n Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper\n Remember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsville?\n That you rolled dice wit, smoked blunts, and got nice wit\n Yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n Nah they're my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz\n that you knew from back when, when you was clockin minor figures\n Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n So - thank Fame for warnin me cause now I'm warnin you\n I got the mac nigga tell me what you gonna do\n\n ()\n Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my paper\n\n (Notorious B.I.G.)\n They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n with the Texas license plates outta state\n They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n The fifth corridor --\n -- call the coroner!\n There's gonna be a lot of slow singin, and flower bringin\n if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n Whatcha think all the guns is for?\n All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\n the criminals, tryin to drop my decimals\n Damn! Niggaz wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n It's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your picture\n Now they wanna grab they guns and come and getcha\n Betcha Biggie won't slip\n I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n So I can rip through the ligaments\n Put the fuckaz in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggaz went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck what I'm a hit you with you motherfuckers betta duck\n I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n of his jacket - he had a gun he shoulda packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n So I can reload and EXPLODE on your asshole\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n Feel the rough, scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n hold on, I hear somebody comin...\n\n {*night air, dogs barking*}\n\n (Thieves talking)\n (C'mon nigga) I'm only comin to pass the gat\n (Just bring your motherfuckin ass on, come on)\n Are we gettin close, huh?\n (It's right over here)\n Are you sure this Biggie Smalls crib man?\n (Yeah I'm sure motherfucker, c'mon!)\n Ahh fuck - it better be his motherfuckin house\n Fuck right here.\n This better be this motherfucker's house\n (Oh shit!) What, what's wrong?\n (It's that red dot on your head man!)\n What red dot? . Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head too!\n\n {*BOTH*} Ohh shit! {*BLAM BLAM*}\n"},{"id":6580729,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Notorious","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n[03:23.59] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:25.98] What red dot?\n[03:28.79] Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":29900681,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Notorious","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh, sh-","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.44] Stick me for my paper\n[00:13.29] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.34] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.71] Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n[00:20.99] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n[00:23.45] Wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.02] See who's this paging me and why\n[00:28.32] It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.14] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.18] Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:35.94] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.58] Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.54] That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n[00:44.94] Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.09] Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n[00:49.99] I didn't say them\n[00:51.65] They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n[00:54.34] When you was clockin' minor figures\n[00:55.81] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n[00:57.83] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.36] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n[01:04.35] I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.56] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:10.10] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:12.46] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:15.20] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:18.09] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.76] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.68] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.17] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.22] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.82] The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n[01:34.27] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n[01:37.76] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n[01:40.54] What ya' think all the g- is for?\n[01:42.96] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.01] And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n[01:49.16] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n[01:51.48] Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.26] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.55] It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n[02:00.13] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n[02:03.04] Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.10] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.98] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.14] Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n[02:12.29] Where all the foul people went\n[02:14.13] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:17.58] But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n[02:24.35] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.66] So I can reload and explode on your a-\n[02:31.63] I mess around and get hardcore\n[02:33.35] C4 to your door, no beef no more\n[02:36.03] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.72] The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.74] I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.00] I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n[02:50.61] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n[02:53.12] C'mon, motherf-\n[02:57.03] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.49] Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n[03:00.28] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.17] It's right over here\n[03:06.75] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:09.00] Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n[03:12.73] This better be his motherf- house\n[03:15.74] F-, right here\n[03:17.06] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.79] Oh, shit\n[03:23.68] What? What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n start_ms: 203680\n end_ms: 204900\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 204900\n end_ms: 213990\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 213990\n end_ms: 214760\n- text: Oh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":17760747,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B․I․G․","albumName":"Notorious","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who the fuck is this?\npagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\nnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\nsee who's this pagin me and why.\nIt's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\ntold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\nsome niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\nslow down love please chill drop the caper\nremember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\nthat you rolled dice wit\nsmoked the blunts and got nice wit\nyeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\nnah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say dem,\nthey schooled me to some niggas\nthat you knew from back when,\nwhen you was clockin minor figures\nNow they heard you blowin up like nitro\nknow they wanna stick the knife\nthrough your windpipe slow.\nso thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\nyou got the mac nigga\ntell me what you wanna do...\n\nDamn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\nThey heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\nwit the Texas license plate outta state\nthey heard about the pounds\nyou got down in Georgetown\nnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\nthey even heard about the crib\nyou bought your moms out in Florida\nthe fifth corridor...\nCall the coroner\nthere's gonna be alot of slow singin\nand flower bringin\nif my burgular alarm starts ringin\nwhatcha think all the guns is for?\nall purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\nand I feed em gun powder so they can devour\nthe criminals tryna to drop my decimals\nDAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\nit's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\nsee your picture, now they wanna\ngrab they guns and come and getcha\nBethca Biggie won't slip\nI got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\nso I can rip through the ligaments\nput the fuckas in a bad prediciment\nwhere all the foul niggas went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBuck with what I had you with\nyou motherfuckers betta duck\nI bring pain, blood stains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nso I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\nI fuck around and get hardcore\nC4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\nfeel the rush scandalous\nThe more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\nI dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\nI'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\nHold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n\"Shh...\"\n\"Come on mothafucka!\"\n\"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n\"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n\"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n\"It's right over here\"\n\"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n\"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n\"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n\"Fuck?\"\n\"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n\"Oh shit!\"\n\"What? What's wrong man?\n\"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n\"What red dot?\"\n\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n\"OH SHIT!\"\n\n[two gun shots","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.89] Who the fuck is this?\n[00:18.69] pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n[00:22.36] now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.26] see who's this pagin me and why.\n[00:28.03] It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.24] told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.54] some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n[00:36.42] slow down love please chill drop the caper\n[00:39.18] remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:42.08] that you rolled dice wit\n[00:43.20] smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n[00:45.54] yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.60] nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:50.37] I didn't say dem,\n[00:51.66] they schooled me to some niggas\n[00:52.87] that you knew from back when,\n[00:54.47] when you was clockin minor figures\n[00:56.33] Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n[00:58.50] know they wanna stick the knife\n[01:00.13] through your windpipe slow.\n[01:01.70] so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n[01:04.52] you got the mac nigga\n[01:05.73] tell me what you wanna do...\n[01:06.34] Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n[01:18.25] They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n[01:21.11] wit the Texas license plate outta state\n[01:23.86] they heard about the pounds\n[01:25.08] you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.76] now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.79] they even heard about the crib\n[01:31.17] you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.85] the fifth corridor...\n[01:33.98] Call the coroner\n[01:35.24] there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n[01:37.42] and flower bringin\n[01:38.52] if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n[01:40.98] whatcha think all the guns is for?\n[01:43.57] all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.64] and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n[01:49.66] the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n[01:51.65] DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.34] And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n[01:56.40] it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n[01:59.76] see your picture, now they wanna\n[02:01.51] grab they guns and come and getcha\n[02:04.07] Bethca Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.03] I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.08] so I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.31] put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n[02:12.45] where all the foul niggas went\n[02:14.42] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:16.81] Buck with what I had you with\n[02:18.26] you motherfuckers betta duck\n[02:20.06] I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n[02:21.85] Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n[02:25.61] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:28.07] so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n[02:31.13] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:33.59] C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n[02:36.73] feel the rush scandalous\n[02:38.82] The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n[02:42.07] I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.99] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n[02:47.90] I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n[02:50.41] Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n[02:52.82] \"Shh...\"\n[02:55.52] \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n[02:57.00] \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n[02:58.39] \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n[03:00.46] \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n[03:03.76] \"It's right over here\"\n[03:04.24] \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n[03:08.11] \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n[03:08.97] \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n[03:13.51] \"Fuck?\"\n[03:19.22] \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n[03:22.84] \"Oh shit!\"\n[03:23.74] \"What? What's wrong man?\n[03:24.61] \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n[03:26.15] \"What red dot?\"\n[03:26.48] \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n[03:32.73] \"OH SHIT!\"\n[03:36.66] [two gun shots\n[03:39.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning\n artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n album: Notorious\n duration_ms: 219000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who the fuck is this?\n start_ms: 16890\n end_ms: 18690\n- text: 'pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin'\n start_ms: 18690\n end_ms: 22360\n- text: now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n start_ms: 22360\n end_ms: 25260\n- text: see who's this pagin me and why.\n start_ms: 25260\n end_ms: 28030\n- text: It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n start_ms: 28030\n end_ms: 30240\n- text: told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n start_ms: 30240\n end_ms: 33540\n- text: some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n start_ms: 33540\n end_ms: 36420\n- text: 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What''s wrong man?'\n start_ms: 203740\n end_ms: 204610\n- text: '\"What''s that red dot on your head man?\"'\n start_ms: 204610\n end_ms: 206150\n- text: '\"What red dot?\"'\n start_ms: 206150\n end_ms: 206480\n- text: '\"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"'\n start_ms: 206480\n end_ms: 212730\n- text: '\"OH SHIT!\"'\n start_ms: 212730\n end_ms: 216660\n- text: '[two gun shots'\n start_ms: 216660\n end_ms: 219240\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 219240\nplain: |-\n Who the fuck is this?\n pagin me at 5: 46 in the mornin crack a dawnin\n now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye\n see who's this pagin me and why.\n It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop\n told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plot\n some niggas wanna stick you like fly paper neighbour\n slow down love please chill drop the caper\n remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n that you rolled dice wit\n smoked the blunts and got nice wit\n yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n nah dem my niggas nah love wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say dem,\n they schooled me to some niggas\n that you knew from back when,\n when you was clockin minor figures\n Now they heard you blowin up like nitro\n know they wanna stick the knife\n through your windpipe slow.\n so thank Fame for warnin me now I'm warnin you\n you got the mac nigga\n tell me what you wanna do...\n\n Damn niggas wanna stick me for my papers\n\n They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus\n wit the Texas license plate outta state\n they heard about the pounds\n you got down in Georgetown\n now they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n they even heard about the crib\n you bought your moms out in Florida\n the fifth corridor...\n Call the coroner\n there's gonna be alot of slow singin\n and flower bringin\n if my burgular alarm starts ringin\n whatcha think all the guns is for?\n all purpose war got the rottweilers by the door\n and I feed em gun powder so they can devour\n the criminals tryna to drop my decimals\n DAMN.niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream things aint always what it seems\n it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha\n see your picture, now they wanna\n grab they guns and come and getcha\n Bethca Biggie won't slip\n I got the calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n so I can rip through the ligaments\n put the fuckas in a bad prediciment\n where all the foul niggas went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck with what I had you with\n you motherfuckers betta duck\n I bring pain, blood stains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n so I can reload and explode down ya rasshole\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C4 to ya door no beef no more nigga\n feel the rush scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous\n I dont give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you\n I'm not runnin, nigga I bust my gun in\n Hold on I hear somebody comin...\n\n \"Shh...\"\n \"Come on mothafucka!\"\n \"I'm comin' as fast as I can\"\n \"Just bring yo mothafuckin' ass on come on!\"\n \"Are we gettin' close? Huh?\"\n \"It's right over here\"\n \"Man, are you sure it's biggie smalls crib man?\"\n \"Yeah i'm sure mothafucka come on\"\n \"Oh fuck, it better be his mothafuckin' house\"\n \"Fuck?\"\n \"It better be this mothafucka's house\"\n \"Oh shit!\"\n \"What? What's wrong man?\n \"What's that red dot on your head man?\"\n \"What red dot?\"\n \"Oh shit, you got a red dot on your head too!\"\n \"OH SHIT!\"\n\n [two gun shots\n"},{"id":23540074,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B․I․G․","albumName":"Notorious","duration":210.984,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46\nIn the morning, crack of dawn, and\nNow I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why?\nIt's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\nOf niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down love, please chill, drop the caper\n\nRemember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?\n\nYeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my niggas, nah love wouldn't disrespect\n\nI didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas\nThat you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowing up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you\nI got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\nDamn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor\n\nCall the coroner!\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringing\nWhat ya think all the guns is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\nThe criminals trying to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya\nBet ya Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went\n\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBuck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on you rasshole\n\nI fuck around and get hardcore\nC-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?\nI'm not running, nigga I bust my gun, and\nHold on, I hear somebody coming\n\nC'mon, motherfucker\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust g- bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on\nMan, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house\nFuck, right here\nTsk, this better be this motherfucker's house\nOh shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh shit!","syncedLyrics":"[00:16.55] Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46\n[00:20.01] In the morning, crack of dawn, and\n[00:21.98] Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:24.95] See who's this paging me and why?\n[00:27.89] It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop\n[00:30.13] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.68] Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:36.22] Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.97] Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.85] That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?\n[00:45.07] Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.62] Nah, them my niggas, nah love wouldn't disrespect\n[00:50.06] I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas\n[00:52.83] That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures\n[00:56.02] Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro\n[00:58.54] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.51] So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you\n[01:04.51] I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.72] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:09.63] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:12.54] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:15.30] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n[01:17.99] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.98] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.65] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.51] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.34] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.75] The Fifth Corridor\n[01:33.87] Call the coroner!\n[01:34.10] There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing\n[01:38.28] If my burglar alarm starts ringing\n[01:40.61] What ya think all the guns is for?\n[01:43.10] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.26] And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\n[01:49.45] The criminals trying to drop my decimals\n[01:51.69] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.30] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:57.33] It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture\n[02:00.71] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya\n[02:03.06] Bet ya Biggie won't slip\n[02:04.99] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:08.37] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.40] Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went\n[02:14.05] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:16.51] Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.50] Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it\n[02:25.32] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.83] So I can reload and explode on you rasshole\n[02:30.90] I fuck around and get hardcore\n[02:33.13] C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga\n[02:36.55] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.50] The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.82] I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.83] What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?\n[02:47.75] I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun, and\n[02:50.33] Hold on, I hear somebody coming\n[02:55.16] C'mon, motherfucker\n[02:56.60] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.39] Just g- bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on\n[03:01.15] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.78] It's right over here\n[03:05.69] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:08.35] Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on\n[03:10.34] Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house\n[03:14.34] Fuck, right here\n[03:16.54] Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.65] Oh shit\n[03:22.78] What? What's wrong?\n[03:23.44] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:25.51] What red dot?\n[03:27.38] Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too\n[03:34.02] Oh shit!\n[03:35.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning\n artist: The Notorious B․I․G․\n album: Notorious\n duration_ms: 210984\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who the fuck is this? 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What's wrong?\n start_ms: 202780\n end_ms: 203440\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 203440\n end_ms: 205510\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 205510\n end_ms: 207380\n- text: Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too\n start_ms: 207380\n end_ms: 214020\n- text: Oh shit!\n start_ms: 214020\n end_ms: 215260\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 215260\nplain: |-\n Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46\n In the morning, crack of dawn, and\n Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye\n See who's this paging me and why?\n It's my nigga, Pop, from the barbershop\n Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper\n\n Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville\n That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with?\n\n Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect\n Nah, them my niggas, nah love wouldn't disrespect\n\n I didn't say them, they schooled me to some niggas\n That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures\n Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro\n And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n So, thank Fame for warning me 'cause now I'm warning you\n I got the MAC, nigga tell me what you gonna do\n\n Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper\n\n They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n With the Texas license plates out of state\n They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n The Fifth Corridor\n\n Call the coroner!\n There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing\n If my burglar alarm starts ringing\n What ya think all the guns is for?\n All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour\n The criminals trying to drop my decimals\n\n Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture\n Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya\n Bet ya Biggie won't slip\n I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n So I can rip through the ligaments\n Put the fuckers in a bad predicament, where all the foul niggas went\n\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n Buck! What I'ma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck\n I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n So I can reload and explode on you rasshole\n\n I fuck around and get hardcore\n C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga\n Feel the rough, scandalous\n The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?\n I'm not running, nigga I bust my gun, and\n Hold on, I hear somebody coming\n\n C'mon, motherfucker\n Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n Just g- bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on\n Are we gettin' close, huh?\n It's right over here\n You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on\n Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house\n Fuck, right here\n Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house\n Oh shit\n What? What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh shit!\n"},{"id":26451804,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Notorious","duration":275.163152,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\nOh, sh-","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.44] Stick me for my paper\n[00:13.29] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.34] Stick me for my paper\n[00:14.71] Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n[00:20.99] Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n[00:23.45] Wipe the cold out my eye\n[00:25.02] See who's this paging me and why\n[00:28.32] It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n[00:30.14] Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n[00:33.18] Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n[00:35.94] Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n[00:38.58] Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n[00:41.54] That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n[00:44.94] Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n[00:47.09] Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n[00:49.99] I didn't say them\n[00:51.65] They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n[00:54.34] When you was clockin' minor figures\n[00:55.81] Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n[00:57.83] And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n[01:01.36] So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n[01:04.35] I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n[01:06.56] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:10.10] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:12.46] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:15.20] Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n[01:18.09] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n[01:20.76] With the Texas license plates out of state\n[01:23.68] They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n[01:26.17] And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n[01:29.22] They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n[01:32.82] The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n[01:34.27] There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n[01:37.76] If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n[01:40.54] What ya' think all the g- is for?\n[01:42.96] All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n[01:46.01] And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n[01:49.16] The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n[01:51.48] Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n[01:54.26] And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n[01:56.55] It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n[02:00.13] Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n[02:03.04] Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n[02:05.10] I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n[02:07.98] So I can rip through the ligaments\n[02:10.14] Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n[02:12.29] Where all the foul people went\n[02:14.13] Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n[02:17.58] But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n[02:19.71] I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n[02:22.36] Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n[02:24.35] Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n[02:27.66] So I can reload and explode on your a-\n[02:31.63] I mess around and get hardcore\n[02:33.35] C4 to your door, no beef no more\n[02:36.03] Feel the rough, scandalous\n[02:38.72] The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n[02:41.74] I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n[02:44.50] What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n[02:47.00] I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n[02:50.61] Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n[02:53.12] C'mon, motherf-\n[02:57.03] Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n[02:58.49] Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n[03:00.28] Are we gettin' close, huh?\n[03:03.17] It's right over here\n[03:06.75] You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n[03:09.00] Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n[03:12.73] This better be his motherf- house\n[03:15.74] F-, right here\n[03:17.06] This better be this motherfucker's house\n[03:21.79] Oh, shit\n[03:23.68] What? What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n[03:37.64] Oh, sh-\n[03:38.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Warning\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: Notorious\n duration_ms: 275163\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 12440\n end_ms: 13290\n- text: Stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 13290\n end_ms: 14340\n- text: Stick me for my paper\n start_ms: 14340\n end_ms: 14710\n- text: Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n start_ms: 14710\n end_ms: 20990\n- text: Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n start_ms: 20990\n end_ms: 23450\n- text: Wipe the cold out my eye\n start_ms: 23450\n end_ms: 25020\n- text: See who's this paging me and why\n start_ms: 25020\n end_ms: 28320\n- text: It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n start_ms: 28320\n end_ms: 30140\n- text: Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n start_ms: 30140\n end_ms: 33180\n- text: Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n 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start_ms: 61360\n end_ms: 64350\n- text: I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n start_ms: 64350\n end_ms: 66560\n- text: Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n start_ms: 66560\n end_ms: 70100\n- text: Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n start_ms: 70100\n end_ms: 72460\n- text: Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n start_ms: 72460\n end_ms: 75200\n- text: Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n start_ms: 75200\n end_ms: 78090\n- text: They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n start_ms: 78090\n end_ms: 80760\n- text: With the Texas license plates out of state\n start_ms: 80760\n end_ms: 83680\n- text: They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n start_ms: 83680\n end_ms: 86170\n- text: And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n start_ms: 86170\n end_ms: 89220\n- text: They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n start_ms: 89220\n end_ms: 92820\n- text: The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n 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189000\n- text: Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n start_ms: 189000\n end_ms: 192730\n- text: This better be his motherf- house\n start_ms: 192730\n end_ms: 195740\n- text: F-, right here\n start_ms: 195740\n end_ms: 197060\n- text: This better be this motherfucker's house\n start_ms: 197060\n end_ms: 201790\n- text: Oh, shit\n start_ms: 201790\n end_ms: 203680\n- text: What? What's wrong?\n start_ms: 203680\n end_ms: 204900\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 204900\n end_ms: 213990\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 213990\n end_ms: 214760\n- text: Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n start_ms: 214760\n end_ms: 217640\n- text: Oh, sh-\n start_ms: 217640\n end_ms: 218490\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 218490\nplain: |-\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n\n Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n Wipe the cold out my eye\n See who's this paging me and why\n It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\n Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\n Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say them\n They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n When you was clockin' minor figures\n Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\n They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n With the Texas license plates out of state\n They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\n They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n What ya' think all the g- is for?\n All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\n Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\n So I can rip through the ligaments\n Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n Where all the foul people went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\n I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n So I can reload and explode on your a-\n\n I mess around and get hardcore\n C4 to your door, no beef no more\n Feel the rough, scandalous\n The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\n C'mon, motherf-\n Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n Are we gettin' close, huh?\n It's right over here\n You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n This better be his motherf- house\n F-, right here\n This better be this motherfucker's house\n Oh, shit\n What? What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"},{"id":28850572,"name":"Warning","trackName":"Warning","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Notorious","duration":245.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\nStick me for my paper\n\nWho the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\nCrack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\nWipe the cold out my eye\nSee who's this paging me and why\nIt's my man Pop from the barbershop\nTold me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\nSome people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\nSlow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\nRemember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\nThat you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\nYeah, little Fame up in Prospect\nNah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\nI didn't say them\nThey schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\nWhen you was clockin' minor figures\nNow they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\nAnd they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\nSo, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\nI got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\nDamn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\nThey heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\nWith the Texas license plates out of state\nThey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\nAnd they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\nThey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\nThe Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\nThere's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\nIf my burglar alarm starts ringin'\nWhat ya' think all the g- is for?\nAll-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\nAnd I feed 'em powder so they can devour\nThe criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\nDamn, people wanna stick me for my cream\nAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\nIt's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\nNow they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\nBet ya', Biggie won't slip\nI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\nSo I can rip through the ligaments\nPut they bodies in a bad predicament\nWhere all the foul people went\nTouch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\nBut what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\nI bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\nOf his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\nCocked it, extra clips in my pocket\nSo I can reload and explode on your a-\n\nI mess around and get hardcore\nC4 to your door, no beef no more\nFeel the rough, scandalous\nThe more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\nI don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\nWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\nI'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\nHold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\nC'mon, motherf-\nMan, I'm comin' as fast as I can\nJust bring your motherf- a- on, come on\nAre we gettin' close, huh?\nIt's right over here\nYou sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\nYeah, I'm sure, come on\nThis better be his motherf- house\nF-, right here\nThis better be this motherfucker's house\nOh, shit\nWhat? What's wrong?\nWhat's that red dot on your head, man?\nWhat red dot?\nOh, sh-! 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What's wrong?\n[03:24.90] What's that red dot on your head, man?\n[03:33.99] What red dot?\n[03:34.76] Oh, sh-! 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start_ms: 92820\n end_ms: 94270\n- text: There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n start_ms: 94270\n end_ms: 97760\n- text: If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n start_ms: 97760\n end_ms: 100540\n- text: What ya' think all the g- is for?\n start_ms: 100540\n end_ms: 102960\n- text: All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n start_ms: 102960\n end_ms: 106010\n- text: And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n start_ms: 106010\n end_ms: 109160\n- text: The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n start_ms: 109160\n end_ms: 111480\n- text: Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n start_ms: 111480\n end_ms: 114260\n- text: And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n start_ms: 114260\n end_ms: 116550\n- text: It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n start_ms: 116550\n end_ms: 120130\n- text: Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n start_ms: 120130\n end_ms: 123040\n- text: Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n start_ms: 123040\n end_ms: 125100\n- text: I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n start_ms: 125100\n end_ms: 127980\n- text: So I can rip through the ligaments\n start_ms: 127980\n end_ms: 130140\n- text: Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n start_ms: 130140\n end_ms: 132290\n- text: Where all the foul people went\n start_ms: 132290\n end_ms: 134130\n- text: Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n start_ms: 134130\n end_ms: 137580\n- text: But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n start_ms: 137580\n end_ms: 139710\n- text: I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n start_ms: 139710\n end_ms: 142360\n- text: Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n start_ms: 142360\n end_ms: 144350\n- text: Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n start_ms: 144350\n end_ms: 147660\n- text: So I can reload and explode on your a-\n start_ms: 147660\n end_ms: 151630\n- text: I mess around and get hardcore\n start_ms: 151630\n end_ms: 153350\n- text: C4 to your door, no beef no more\n start_ms: 153350\n end_ms: 156030\n- text: Feel the rough, scandalous\n start_ms: 156030\n end_ms: 158720\n- text: The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n start_ms: 158720\n end_ms: 161740\n- text: I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n start_ms: 161740\n end_ms: 164500\n- text: What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n start_ms: 164500\n end_ms: 167000\n- text: I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n start_ms: 167000\n end_ms: 170610\n- text: Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n start_ms: 170610\n end_ms: 173120\n- text: C'mon, motherf-\n start_ms: 173120\n end_ms: 177030\n- text: Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n start_ms: 177030\n end_ms: 178490\n- text: Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n start_ms: 178490\n end_ms: 180280\n- text: Are we gettin' close, huh?\n start_ms: 180280\n end_ms: 183170\n- text: It's right over here\n start_ms: 183170\n end_ms: 186750\n- text: You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n start_ms: 186750\n end_ms: 189000\n- text: Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n start_ms: 189000\n end_ms: 192730\n- text: This better be his motherf- house\n start_ms: 192730\n end_ms: 195740\n- text: F-, right here\n start_ms: 195740\n end_ms: 197060\n- text: This better be this motherfucker's house\n start_ms: 197060\n end_ms: 201790\n- text: Oh, shit\n start_ms: 201790\n end_ms: 203680\n- text: What? What's wrong?\n start_ms: 203680\n end_ms: 204900\n- text: What's that red dot on your head, man?\n start_ms: 204900\n end_ms: 213990\n- text: What red dot?\n start_ms: 213990\n end_ms: 214760\n- text: Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n start_ms: 214760\n end_ms: 217640\n- text: Oh, sh-\n start_ms: 217640\n end_ms: 218490\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 218490\nplain: |-\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n Stick me for my paper\n\n Who the hell is this paging me at 5:46 in the morning?\n Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin'\n Wipe the cold out my eye\n See who's this paging me and why\n It's my man Pop from the barbershop\n Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot\n\n Some people wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor\n Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper\n Remember all your peoples from the hill up in Brownsville\n That you rolled dice with, smoked b- and got nice with?\n\n Yeah, little Fame up in Prospect\n Nah, them my peoples, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect\n I didn't say them\n They schooled me to some chumps that you knew from back when\n When you was clockin' minor figures\n Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro\n And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow\n So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you\n I got the MAC, Biggie, tell me what you gonna do\n\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n Damn, why they wanna stick me for my paper?\n\n They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus\n With the Texas license plates out of state\n They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown\n And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down\n\n They even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida\n The Fifth Corridor, call the coroner\n There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin'\n If my burglar alarm starts ringin'\n What ya' think all the g- is for?\n All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door\n And I feed 'em powder so they can devour\n The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals\n\n Damn, people wanna stick me for my cream\n And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem\n It's the ones that smoke b- wit' ya', see your picture\n Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya'\n Bet ya', Biggie won't slip\n I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip\n\n So I can rip through the ligaments\n Put they bodies in a bad predicament\n Where all the foul people went\n Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta\n But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck\n\n I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains\n Of his jacket, he had a g-, he shoulda packed it\n Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket\n So I can reload and explode on your a-\n\n I mess around and get hardcore\n C4 to your door, no beef no more\n Feel the rough, scandalous\n The more w- smoke I puff, the more dangerous\n I don't give a damn about you or your weak crew\n What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you?\n I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun and...\n Hold on, I hear somebody comin'\n\n C'mon, motherf-\n Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can\n Just bring your motherf- a- on, come on\n Are we gettin' close, huh?\n It's right over here\n You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?\n Yeah, I'm sure, come on\n This better be his motherf- house\n F-, right here\n This better be this motherfucker's house\n Oh, shit\n What? What's wrong?\n What's that red dot on your head, man?\n What red dot?\n Oh, sh-! You got a red dot on your head, too\n Oh, sh-\n"}]