[{"id":35891796,"name":"Would You Die for Me (club mix)","trackName":"Would You Die for Me (club mix)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Biggie / Would You Die For Me","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die for Me (club mix)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Biggie / Would You Die For Me\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":12665144,"name":"09. The Notorious B.I.G. - Would You Die For Me","trackName":"09. The Notorious B.I.G. - Would You Die For Me","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 09. The Notorious B.I.G. - Would You Die For Me\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":30461903,"name":"Biggie (Radio Mix)","trackName":"Biggie (Radio Mix)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Biggie / Would You Die For Me","duration":321.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Queen B, The Notorious B.I.G., nigga\nThe best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\nThe best that ever lived it\nCocksuckers, what's his name, huh? (Biggie)\nThat's how we do it y'all\nYeah, to all my niggas in the house\nUh, Bad Boy\nWho we die for? (Biggie)\nAll day, every day, nigga\nYeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, ayo, ayo\n\nFor the love of B.I.G., we bang out\nSince my man died, we don't hang out\nWe blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out\nMafia World, all my niggas max out (Biggie)\nWe Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out?\nCoward niggas, most are burried down south\nFar from gangstas, really hush puppies\nNiggas barely speak when we discuss money (Biggie)\n\nNiggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny (uh-huh)\nThe realest niggas never took nuthin from me (a'ight)\n(Biggie) rock ice, stay jig (uh-huh)\nFuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids (Biggie)\nGot niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (Biggie)\nAyo, Biggie taught me well (uh-huh)\nBiggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n\n(Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him (uh-huh)\nTo all my girls who hugged him (yeah)\nYou love him, yell his name (Biggie)\nI'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\nNigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia (c'mon!)\nRepresentin' Bucktown (uh-huh)\nMack 11's cocked back (yeah), niggas better duck down (oh)\nFace down (uh), you know the routine, the cream\nEarrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n(Biggie) for B.I.G., I learn to grip, aim, and cock it (uh-huh)\nOnce I got it, I lock it\nBanger, big city boy with deep pockets (whoo!)\nSee me speak, that paper better be the topic (uh-huh)\nI like my ice frozen like the Antartic\nI'm quick to finish it, you good to start it (Biggie)\nAnd with the flashy colors on, you just a target (uh-huh)\nWaitin' for a hard hit (yeah!)\nI like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\nMeshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n\n(Biggie) we big boys, we do big things\nBorn in this county of kings (uh-huh)\nI ain't got shit, I spread things, take things (take that, yeah)\nFuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring (uh)\nMy nigga ill's holdin' it down for the beam\nLike BIG said, we do the real things (the real things)\nWe still bubble and steal chains (steal chains)\nStill tussle, still struggle, we feel pain (feel pain)\nStill ride, still die for BIG's name (yeah)\n\n(Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\nTo all my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (Biggie)\nI'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\nNigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\nRepresentin' Bucktown\nMack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine, the cream\nEarrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n(Biggie) for BIG, I grip the Sig, put six in your wig (uh-huh)\nNot cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\nWhen I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised\nAnd that's the way it is for (Biggie)\nWe roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\nDo jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\nI roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (Biggie)\n\nWe kept it thoro', from the heart ripped the barrel\nB.K. style, see BIG howl, now\nLet's see who wanna go against Mafia world\nNiggas nothin' but squirels, they know we rep (Biggie)\nNiggas tryna get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\nWood style, roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what\nGo back to spend a ton, and know cats with gold tooths\nKnow my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)\n\n(Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\nTo all my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (Biggie)\nI'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees (uh)\nNigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\nRepresentin' Bucktown\nMack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine, the cream (you know the routine)\nEarrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n(Biggie) now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\nMake you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe\nMy bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\nOne for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for (Biggie)\nYou know Frank kept me iced out\nMink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\nAll that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get\nUh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like (Biggie)\n\nAll y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\nOr get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\nY'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma\nWho you love? (Biggie)\nFor the Y2G, the two ten\nWe got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up\nB.I.G. lives in us, shout him out\n\n(Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\nTo all my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (Biggie)\nI'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\nNigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\nRepresentin' Bucktown\nMack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine, the cream\nEarrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (Biggie)\nI'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] Queen B, The Notorious B.I.G., nigga\n[00:04.62] The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\n[00:08.24] The best that ever lived it\n[00:10.48] Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? (Biggie)\n[00:13.93] That's how we do it y'all\n[00:17.10] Yeah, to all my niggas in the house\n[00:19.92] Uh, Bad Boy\n[00:22.34] Who we die for? (Biggie)\n[00:25.18] All day, every day, nigga\n[00:27.37] Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, ayo, ayo\n[00:35.25] For the love of B.I.G., we bang out\n[00:37.60] Since my man died, we don't hang out\n[00:40.23] We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out\n[00:44.37] Mafia World, all my niggas max out (Biggie)\n[00:47.26] We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out?\n[00:50.05] Coward niggas, most are burried down south\n[00:53.03] Far from gangstas, really hush puppies\n[00:55.55] Niggas barely speak when we discuss money (Biggie)\n[00:58.54] Niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny (uh-huh)\n[01:01.50] The realest niggas never took nuthin from me (a'ight)\n[01:04.16] (Biggie) rock ice, stay jig (uh-huh)\n[01:06.97] Fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids (Biggie)\n[01:10.81] Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (Biggie)\n[01:16.78] Ayo, Biggie taught me well (uh-huh)\n[01:18.76] Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n[01:21.42] (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him (uh-huh)\n[01:24.33] To all my girls who hugged him (yeah)\n[01:25.71] You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n[01:28.27] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n[01:30.89] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia (c'mon!)\n[01:34.59] Representin' Bucktown (uh-huh)\n[01:35.99] Mack 11's cocked back (yeah), niggas better duck down (oh)\n[01:39.22] Face down (uh), you know the routine, the cream\n[01:41.73] Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[01:43.58] (Biggie) for B.I.G., I learn to grip, aim, and cock it (uh-huh)\n[01:46.05] Once I got it, I lock it\n[01:47.64] Banger, big city boy with deep pockets (whoo!)\n[01:50.50] See me speak, that paper better be the topic (uh-huh)\n[01:53.39] I like my ice frozen like the Antartic\n[01:55.72] I'm quick to finish it, you good to start it (Biggie)\n[01:57.88] And with the flashy colors on, you just a target (uh-huh)\n[02:00.55] Waitin' for a hard hit (yeah!)\n[02:01.82] I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\n[02:05.21] Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n[02:07.62] (Biggie) we big boys, we do big things\n[02:09.60] Born in this county of kings (uh-huh)\n[02:11.27] I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things (take that, yeah)\n[02:14.35] Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring (uh)\n[02:18.15] My nigga ill's holdin' it down for the beam\n[02:20.31] Like BIG said, we do the real things (the real things)\n[02:22.65] We still bubble and steal chains (steal chains)\n[02:25.00] Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain (feel pain)\n[02:27.89] Still ride, still die for BIG's name (yeah)\n[02:31.86] (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n[02:33.58] To all my girls who hugged him\n[02:35.04] You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n[02:37.58] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n[02:40.22] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n[02:43.75] Representin' Bucktown\n[02:45.36] Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n[02:48.61] Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n[02:51.05] Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[02:53.95] (Biggie) for BIG, I grip the Sig, put six in your wig (uh-huh)\n[02:58.33] Not cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\n[03:01.08] When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised\n[03:03.94] And that's the way it is for (Biggie)\n[03:06.59] We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\n[03:09.82] Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n[03:14.54] I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (Biggie)\n[03:17.78] We kept it thoro', from the heart ripped the barrel\n[03:20.05] B.K. style, see BIG howl, now\n[03:23.03] Let's see who wanna go against Mafia world\n[03:26.53] Niggas nothin' but squirels, they know we rep (Biggie)\n[03:29.48] Niggas tryna get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\n[03:32.85] Wood style, roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what\n[03:35.55] Go back to spend a ton, and know cats with gold tooths\n[03:38.27] Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)\n[03:40.12] (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n[03:42.61] To all my girls who hugged him\n[03:44.31] You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n[03:46.84] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees (uh)\n[03:49.56] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n[03:53.02] Representin' Bucktown\n[03:54.52] Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n[03:57.73] Face down, you know the routine, the cream (you know the routine)\n[04:00.31] Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[04:02.67] (Biggie) now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\n[04:05.72] Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe\n[04:08.63] My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\n[04:11.73] One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for (Biggie)\n[04:15.68] You know Frank kept me iced out\n[04:17.55] Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\n[04:20.59] All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get\n[04:23.24] Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like (Biggie)\n[04:26.69] All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\n[04:29.77] Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\n[04:34.08] Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma\n[04:36.89] Who you love? (Biggie)\n[04:38.20] For the Y2G, the two ten\n[04:40.23] We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n[04:43.37] 'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up\n[04:46.86] B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out\n[04:49.26] (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n[04:52.11] To all my girls who hugged him\n[04:53.54] You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n[04:56.02] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n[04:58.87] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n[05:02.31] Representin' Bucktown\n[05:03.75] Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n[05:07.08] Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n[05:09.34] Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[05:13.59] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[05:15.35] All my girls who hugged him\n[05:16.76] You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n[05:19.11] I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees\n[05:21.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie (Radio Mix)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Biggie / Would You Die For Me\n  duration_ms: 321000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Queen B, The Notorious B.I.G., nigga\n  start_ms: 20\n  end_ms: 4620\n- text: The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\n  start_ms: 4620\n  end_ms: 8240\n- text: The best that ever lived it\n  start_ms: 8240\n  end_ms: 10480\n- text: Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? 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(Biggie)\n  That's how we do it y'all\n  Yeah, to all my niggas in the house\n  Uh, Bad Boy\n  Who we die for? (Biggie)\n  All day, every day, nigga\n  Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, ayo, ayo\n\n  For the love of B.I.G., we bang out\n  Since my man died, we don't hang out\n  We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out\n  Mafia World, all my niggas max out (Biggie)\n  We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out?\n  Coward niggas, most are burried down south\n  Far from gangstas, really hush puppies\n  Niggas barely speak when we discuss money (Biggie)\n\n  Niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny (uh-huh)\n  The realest niggas never took nuthin from me (a'ight)\n  (Biggie) rock ice, stay jig (uh-huh)\n  Fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids (Biggie)\n  Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (Biggie)\n  Ayo, Biggie taught me well (uh-huh)\n  Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him (uh-huh)\n  To all my girls who hugged him (yeah)\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia (c'mon!)\n  Representin' Bucktown (uh-huh)\n  Mack 11's cocked back (yeah), niggas better duck down (oh)\n  Face down (uh), you know the routine, the cream\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) for B.I.G., I learn to grip, aim, and cock it (uh-huh)\n  Once I got it, I lock it\n  Banger, big city boy with deep pockets (whoo!)\n  See me speak, that paper better be the topic (uh-huh)\n  I like my ice frozen like the Antartic\n  I'm quick to finish it, you good to start it (Biggie)\n  And with the flashy colors on, you just a target (uh-huh)\n  Waitin' for a hard hit (yeah!)\n  I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\n  Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n\n  (Biggie) we big boys, we do big things\n  Born in this county of kings (uh-huh)\n  I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things (take that, yeah)\n  Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring (uh)\n  My nigga ill's holdin' it down for the beam\n  Like BIG said, we do the real things (the real things)\n  We still bubble and steal chains (steal chains)\n  Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain (feel pain)\n  Still ride, still die for BIG's name (yeah)\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  Representin' Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) for BIG, I grip the Sig, put six in your wig (uh-huh)\n  Not cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\n  When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised\n  And that's the way it is for (Biggie)\n  We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\n  Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n  I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (Biggie)\n\n  We kept it thoro', from the heart ripped the barrel\n  B.K. style, see BIG howl, now\n  Let's see who wanna go against Mafia world\n  Niggas nothin' but squirels, they know we rep (Biggie)\n  Niggas tryna get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\n  Wood style, roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what\n  Go back to spend a ton, and know cats with gold tooths\n  Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees (uh)\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  Representin' Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream (you know the routine)\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\n  Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe\n  My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\n  One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for (Biggie)\n  You know Frank kept me iced out\n  Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\n  All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get\n  Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like (Biggie)\n\n  All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\n  Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\n  Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma\n  Who you love? 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(Biggie)\n  start_ms: 276890\n  end_ms: 278200\n- text: For the Y2G, the two ten\n  start_ms: 278200\n  end_ms: 280230\n- text: We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n  start_ms: 280230\n  end_ms: 283370\n- text: '''Cause this goes out to cats not tryin'' to give it up'\n  start_ms: 283370\n  end_ms: 286860\n- text: B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out\n  start_ms: 286860\n  end_ms: 289260\n- text: (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  start_ms: 289260\n  end_ms: 292110\n- text: To all my girls who hugged him\n  start_ms: 292110\n  end_ms: 293540\n- text: You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  start_ms: 293540\n  end_ms: 296020\n- text: I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  start_ms: 296020\n  end_ms: 298870\n- text: Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  start_ms: 298870\n  end_ms: 302310\n- text: Representin' Bucktown\n  start_ms: 302310\n  end_ms: 303750\n- text: Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  start_ms: 303750\n  end_ms: 307080\n- text: Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n  start_ms: 307080\n  end_ms: 309340\n- text: Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n  start_ms: 309340\n  end_ms: 313590\n- text: To all my thugs who puffed him\n  start_ms: 313590\n  end_ms: 315350\n- text: All my girls who hugged him\n  start_ms: 315350\n  end_ms: 316760\n- text: You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  start_ms: 316760\n  end_ms: 319110\n- text: I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees\n  start_ms: 319110\n  end_ms: 321080\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 321080\nplain: |-\n  Queen B, The Notorious B.I.G., nigga\n  The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\n  The best that ever lived it\n  Cocksuckers, what's his name, huh? (Biggie)\n  That's how we do it y'all\n  Yeah, to all my niggas in the house\n  Uh, Bad Boy\n  Who we die for? (Biggie)\n  All day, every day, nigga\n  Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, ayo, ayo\n\n  For the love of B.I.G., we bang out\n  Since my man died, we don't hang out\n  We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out\n  Mafia World, all my niggas max out (Biggie)\n  We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas cracked out?\n  Coward niggas, most are burried down south\n  Far from gangstas, really hush puppies\n  Niggas barely speak when we discuss money (Biggie)\n\n  Niggas stay yappin' when there's always somethin' funny (uh-huh)\n  The realest niggas never took nuthin from me (a'ight)\n  (Biggie) rock ice, stay jig (uh-huh)\n  Fuck with niggas that got drunk, and hate kids (Biggie)\n  Got niggas on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (Biggie)\n  Ayo, Biggie taught me well (uh-huh)\n  Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him (uh-huh)\n  To all my girls who hugged him (yeah)\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia (c'mon!)\n  Representin' Bucktown (uh-huh)\n  Mack 11's cocked back (yeah), niggas better duck down (oh)\n  Face down (uh), you know the routine, the cream\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) for B.I.G., I learn to grip, aim, and cock it (uh-huh)\n  Once I got it, I lock it\n  Banger, big city boy with deep pockets (whoo!)\n  See me speak, that paper better be the topic (uh-huh)\n  I like my ice frozen like the Antartic\n  I'm quick to finish it, you good to start it (Biggie)\n  And with the flashy colors on, you just a target (uh-huh)\n  Waitin' for a hard hit (yeah!)\n  I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\n  Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n\n  (Biggie) we big boys, we do big things\n  Born in this county of kings (uh-huh)\n  I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things (take that, yeah)\n  Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring (uh)\n  My nigga ill's holdin' it down for the beam\n  Like BIG said, we do the real things (the real things)\n  We still bubble and steal chains (steal chains)\n  Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain (feel pain)\n  Still ride, still die for BIG's name (yeah)\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  Representin' Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) for BIG, I grip the Sig, put six in your wig (uh-huh)\n  Not cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\n  When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised\n  And that's the way it is for (Biggie)\n  We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\n  Do jokes with police scanners, niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n  I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (Biggie)\n\n  We kept it thoro', from the heart ripped the barrel\n  B.K. style, see BIG howl, now\n  Let's see who wanna go against Mafia world\n  Niggas nothin' but squirels, they know we rep (Biggie)\n  Niggas tryna get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\n  Wood style, roll 'em up, get plucked, nigga what\n  Go back to spend a ton, and know cats with gold tooths\n  Know my gat and bust for my nigga (Biggie)\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees (uh)\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  Representin' Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream (you know the routine)\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  (Biggie) now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\n  Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe\n  My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\n  One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for (Biggie)\n  You know Frank kept me iced out\n  Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\n  All that material shit, y'all still tryin' to get\n  Uh, you fuckin' pricks, get off his dick tryin' to be like (Biggie)\n\n  All y'all lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\n  Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\n  Y'all niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma\n  Who you love? (Biggie)\n  For the Y2G, the two ten\n  We got it sewn, we don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n  'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up\n  B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out\n\n  (Biggie) to all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for Biggie Mafia\n  Representin' Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggas better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n  Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  To all my thugs who puffed him\n  All my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (Biggie)\n  I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees\n"},{"id":37960738,"name":"Would You Die For Me","trackName":"Would You Die For Me","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Biggie Featuring Junior M.A.F.I.A.","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die For Me\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Biggie Featuring Junior M.A.F.I.A.\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":6791379,"name":"Would You Die For Me","trackName":"Would You Die For Me","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Studio Album Collection","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die For Me\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: The Studio Album Collection\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":1338800,"name":"Would You Die for Me","trackName":"Would You Die for Me","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die for Me\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 218000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":9040117,"name":"Would You Die for Me","trackName":"Would You Die for Me","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G., The","albumName":"Born Again","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die for Me\n  artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 217000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":21215563,"name":"Would You Die for Me","trackName":"Would You Die for Me","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again","duration":234.734312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\nHair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\nSplurging, Dom P., Ro-se\nMuch foreplay, that's my forte\nNiggas see the ring, baguettes to death\nShe looking for a man, honey he just left\nViolate me, he get beat to death\nGoodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\nGrand Marnier increase the don strength\nTwo four-fifths within my arms length\nWith a calm breath I say we gots to float\nThrow Little Cease the keys to the boat\nTongue all down her throat, you know the routine\nGot my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\nAnd you mean too, eyes greenish blue\nGot the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\nBeautiful, that's how the night goes\nGet out them tight clothes\nGet in some night clothes\nI invite those girls that smoke lye\nKeep it real with you\nYou keep it real with I\nWe be tight like frog's ass\nHave you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\nWould you ride with me? (Yeah)\nWould you lie for me? (That's right)\nWould you get high with me? (For sure)\nWould you die for me? (No doubt)\n\nThese hoes don't treat you like I treat you\nLike my contacts, I can see right through\nDon't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\nQueen Bitch means number one and two\nWifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\nGo head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\nY'all know where I'm from\nBucktown, lay your ass down\nYou don't wanna play around (with me)\nProbably just mad because Frank chose me\nA fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\nGirls call my telephone just to hang up\nWhile me and you is in the crib, laying up\nOh he ain't tell you that we live together\nAnd that we gonna have a kid together\nWhatever, me intimidated, never\nAnything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\nAnyway, I fuck better than you\nGive head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\nIf I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\nB.I.G. is in my heart from the start\nWhether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\nChicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n(See I don't care bout them other broads)\nB.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Would You Die for Me\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n  album: Born Again\n  duration_ms: 234734\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Venue after venue, I've been through\n  Coming to the telly, so I can bend you\n  Send you to the store, condoms and more\n  Jealous females, call you sluts and whores\n  Could it be my hardcore metaphor\n  Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor\n  Open up the Lex door\n  Jump on in, I'm kind of tired\n  I'm a roll blunts while you spin\n  You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving\n  Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin\n  Splurging, Dom P., Ro-se\n  Much foreplay, that's my forte\n  Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death\n  She looking for a man, honey he just left\n  Violate me, he get beat to death\n  Goodfellas squeeze every shell they got left\n  Grand Marnier increase the don strength\n  Two four-fifths within my arms length\n  With a calm breath I say we gots to float\n  Throw Little Cease the keys to the boat\n  Tongue all down her throat, you know the routine\n  Got my dick large like Bruce Springsteen\n  And you mean too, eyes greenish blue\n  Got the Coogi sweater with the bubble Fubu\n  Beautiful, that's how the night goes\n  Get out them tight clothes\n  Get in some night clothes\n  I invite those girls that smoke lye\n  Keep it real with you\n  You keep it real with I\n  We be tight like frog's ass\n  Have you screaming \"Biggie, Biggie give me one more chance\"\n\n  Would you ride with me? (Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":34392690,"name":"Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)","trackName":"Biggie (feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G. featuring Junior M.A.F.I.A.","albumName":"Biggie / Would You Die For Me","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Queen B\nThe Notorious B.I.G\nThe best that ever lived\nThe best that ever did it\nThe best that ever lived it\nWhat's his name, huh?\n(B.I.G.) That's how we do it, y'all\n\nYeah, for all my niggas in the house\nUhh, Bad Boy\nWho we die for? (B.I.G.)\nAll day, every day, bitch\nYeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh\nUhh, yo, yeah, ayo, ayo\n\nFor the love of B.I.G., we bang out\nSince my man died, we don't hang out\nWe blast brains out\nWe tear the club up, pullin' things out\n\nMafia World, all my niggas backs out (B.I.G.)\nWe Bad Boys, why y'all niggas bitch out?\nCoward niggas, most are buried down South\nFar from gangsters, really hush puppies\n\nBarely speak when we discuss money (B.I.G.)\nNiggas stay yappin' when it's always somethin' funny\n\nThe realest niggas never took nothin' from me (B.I.G.)\nRock ice, stay jig (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh)\nAnd hate kids (B.I.G.)\nGot niggas on state bids\nThat hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (B.I.G.)\nAyo, Biggie taught me well\nBiggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheels (B.I.G.)\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\nI'd rather die on my feet\nThan live on my knees\nNigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\nMafia, representin' Bucktown\nNiggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine\nThe cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\nFrom B.I.G., I learned to grip my Uzi\nOnce I got it, I lock it\nBanger, big city boy with deep pockets\n\nSee me speak, that paper better be the topic\nI like my ice frozen like the Antarctic\nI'm quick to finish it, too good to start it\nAnd with the flashy colors on, you just a target\nWaitin' for a hard hit\nI like marine blue, marine green, run with a mean team\nMatched out, fresh out them state greens\nWe big boys, we do big things\nBorn in this county of kings\nI ain't got the Uzi, I spray things, take things\n\nGuns whenever my mood swing\nFrom the summer, fall, winter to spring\nMy nigga Ill's hold me down from the Beam\nLike Big said, we do the real things\nWe still bubble, and steal chains\nStill tussle, still struggle, we feel pain\n\nStill ride, still die for B.I.G.'s name\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\nI'd rather die on my feet\nThan live on my knees\nNigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\nMafia, representin' Bucktown\nNiggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine\nThe cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\nFor B.I.G., I grip the Sig, put six in your wig\n\nNot 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\nWhen I hit, I pop quiz\nThat's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for (B.I.G.)\nWe roll like the Panthers\n\nShow our guns on camera\nDo jux with police scanners\nNiggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\nI roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (B.I.G.)\nWe kept it thorough, from the heart, rep the borough\nBK style, see Big, how?\nNow, let's see who\nWanna go against Mafia World\n\nNiggas nothin' but squirrels, they know we rep (B.I.G.)\nTryin' to get a nut\nHittin' the head or below the gut\nWood style, roll 'em up, get plucked\nWhat? Go back to spendin' a ton\nAnd no cats will go toos\nKnow I gotta bust for my (B.I.G.)\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\nI'd rather die on my feet\nThan live on my knees\nNigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\nMafia, representin' Bucktown\nNiggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine\nThe cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\nNow when I cock back and squeeze\nMy Desert Eag' make you drop to your knees\nBarely able to breathe, my bullets move in threes\nOne for Brooklyn, one for Mafioso, take that, uhh\nAnd this one's for (B.I.G.)\nYou know Frank kept me iced out\nMink draggin', seven figures in my bank account\nAll that material shit y'all still tryin' to get, uhh\nBad Boy niggas tryin' to be like (B.I.G.)\nAll y'all lame-ass niggas, keep my man name out your mouth\n\nOr get it, uhh, right, check it\nIt's the B-I-double-G-I-E\nY'all niggas can't see Poppa nor the Big Mama, who you love? (B.I.G.)\nFor the Y2G, the 210, we got it sewn\nWe don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up\n\nB.I.G. lives in us, shout him out (B.I.G.)\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\nI'd rather die on my feet\nThan live on my knees\nNigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\nMafia, representin' Bucktown\nNiggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine\nThe cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nAll my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\nI'd rather die on my feet\nThan live on my knees","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Queen B\n[00:02.37] The Notorious B.I.G\n[00:04.75] The best that ever lived\n[00:06.22] The best that ever did it\n[00:08.30] The best that ever lived it\n[00:11.15] What's his name, huh?\n[00:13.81] (B.I.G.) That's how we do it, y'all\n[00:17.07] Yeah, for all my niggas in the house\n[00:19.81] Uhh, Bad Boy\n[00:22.76] Who we die for? (B.I.G.)\n[00:25.18] All day, every day, bitch\n[00:27.89] Yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh\n[00:30.77] Uhh, yo, yeah, ayo, ayo\n[00:35.00] For the love of B.I.G., we bang out\n[00:37.53] Since my man died, we don't hang out\n[00:40.21] We blast brains out\n[00:41.71] We tear the club up, pullin' things out\n[00:44.48] Mafia World, all my niggas backs out (B.I.G.)\n[00:47.10] We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas bitch out?\n[00:50.15] Coward niggas, most are buried down South\n[00:53.05] Far from gangsters, really hush puppies\n[00:56.05] Barely speak when we discuss money (B.I.G.)\n[00:58.75] Niggas stay yappin' when it's always somethin' funny\n[01:01.58] The realest niggas never took nothin' from me (B.I.G.)\n[01:05.22] Rock ice, stay jig (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh)\n[01:08.73] And hate kids (B.I.G.)\n[01:10.93] Got niggas on state bids\n[01:12.78] That hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (B.I.G.)\n[01:16.73] Ayo, Biggie taught me well\n[01:18.60] Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheels (B.I.G.)\n[01:22.52] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[01:24.33] All my girls who hugged him\n[01:25.78] You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n[01:28.27] I'd rather die on my feet\n[01:29.65] Than live on my knees\n[01:31.39] Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n[01:33.93] Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n[01:36.17] Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n[01:39.26] Face down, you know the routine\n[01:40.85] The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[01:43.53] From B.I.G., I learned to grip my Uzi\n[01:46.15] Once I got it, I lock it\n[01:47.64] Banger, big city boy with deep pockets\n[01:50.50] See me speak, that paper better be the topic\n[01:53.26] I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic\n[01:55.77] I'm quick to finish it, too good to start it\n[01:57.91] And with the flashy colors on, you just a target\n[02:00.68] Waitin' for a hard hit\n[02:01.85] I like marine blue, marine green, run with a mean team\n[02:05.31] Matched out, fresh out them state greens\n[02:07.53] We big boys, we do big things\n[02:09.61] Born in this county of kings\n[02:11.48] I ain't got the Uzi, I spray things, take things\n[02:14.59] Guns whenever my mood swing\n[02:16.19] From the summer, fall, winter to spring\n[02:18.20] My nigga Ill's hold me down from the Beam\n[02:20.22] Like Big said, we do the real things\n[02:22.73] We still bubble, and steal chains\n[02:25.08] Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain\n[02:27.96] Still ride, still die for B.I.G.'s name\n[02:31.84] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[02:33.61] All my girls who hugged him\n[02:35.09] You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n[02:37.52] I'd rather die on my feet\n[02:39.08] Than live on my knees\n[02:40.55] Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n[02:43.22] Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n[02:45.31] Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n[02:48.42] Face down, you know the routine\n[02:50.09] The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[02:55.07] For B.I.G., I grip the Sig, put six in your wig\n[02:58.35] Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\n[03:00.94] When I hit, I pop quiz\n[03:02.61] That's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for (B.I.G.)\n[03:06.45] We roll like the Panthers\n[03:08.10] Show our guns on camera\n[03:09.88] Do jux with police scanners\n[03:12.06] Niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n[03:14.48] I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (B.I.G.)\n[03:17.64] We kept it thorough, from the heart, rep the borough\n[03:20.08] BK style, see Big, how?\n[03:22.62] Now, let's see who\n[03:24.35] Wanna go against Mafia World\n[03:26.86] Niggas nothin' but squirrels, they know we rep (B.I.G.)\n[03:29.71] Tryin' to get a nut\n[03:30.85] Hittin' the head or below the gut\n[03:32.75] Wood style, roll 'em up, get plucked\n[03:35.03] What? Go back to spendin' a ton\n[03:36.78] And no cats will go toos\n[03:38.44] Know I gotta bust for my (B.I.G.)\n[03:41.19] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[03:42.92] All my girls who hugged him\n[03:44.14] You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n[03:46.88] I'd rather die on my feet\n[03:48.25] Than live on my knees\n[03:49.83] Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n[03:52.53] Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n[03:54.68] Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n[03:57.75] Face down, you know the routine\n[03:59.35] The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[04:02.57] Now when I cock back and squeeze\n[04:04.72] My Desert Eag' make you drop to your knees\n[04:07.31] Barely able to breathe, my bullets move in threes\n[04:10.21] One for Brooklyn, one for Mafioso, take that, uhh\n[04:13.84] And this one's for (B.I.G.)\n[04:15.66] You know Frank kept me iced out\n[04:17.52] Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account\n[04:20.43] All that material shit y'all still tryin' to get, uhh\n[04:24.03] Bad Boy niggas tryin' to be like (B.I.G.)\n[04:26.61] All y'all lame-ass niggas, keep my man name out your mouth\n[04:29.78] Or get it, uhh, right, check it\n[04:31.62] It's the B-I-double-G-I-E\n[04:34.03] Y'all niggas can't see Poppa nor the Big Mama, who you love? (B.I.G.)\n[04:38.23] For the Y2G, the 210, we got it sewn\n[04:41.08] We don't need y'all help, we hold our own\n[04:43.15] 'Cause this goes out to cats not tryin' to give it up\n[04:46.79] B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out (B.I.G.)\n[04:50.44] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[04:52.29] All my girls who hugged him\n[04:53.67] You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n[04:56.08] I'd rather die on my feet\n[04:57.58] Than live on my knees\n[04:58.70] Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n[05:01.83] Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n[05:03.97] Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n[05:07.06] Face down, you know the routine\n[05:08.66] The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[05:13.41] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[05:15.34] All my girls who hugged him\n[05:16.72] You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n[05:19.17] I'd rather die on my feet\n[05:20.61] Than live on my knees\n[05:22.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie (feat. 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That's how we do it, y'all\n\n  Yeah, for all my niggas in the house\n  Uhh, Bad Boy\n  Who we die for? (B.I.G.)\n  All day, every day, bitch\n  Yeah, yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh\n  Uhh, yo, yeah, ayo, ayo\n\n  For the love of B.I.G., we bang out\n  Since my man died, we don't hang out\n  We blast brains out\n  We tear the club up, pullin' things out\n\n  Mafia World, all my niggas backs out (B.I.G.)\n  We Bad Boys, why y'all niggas bitch out?\n  Coward niggas, most are buried down South\n  Far from gangsters, really hush puppies\n\n  Barely speak when we discuss money (B.I.G.)\n  Niggas stay yappin' when it's always somethin' funny\n\n  The realest niggas never took nothin' from me (B.I.G.)\n  Rock ice, stay jig (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-oh)\n  And hate kids (B.I.G.)\n  Got niggas on state bids\n  That hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix (B.I.G.)\n  Ayo, Biggie taught me well\n  Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheels (B.I.G.)\n\n  To all my thugs who puffed him\n  All my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n  I'd rather die on my feet\n  Than live on my knees\n  Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n  Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n  Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine\n  The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  From B.I.G., I learned to grip my Uzi\n  Once I got it, I lock it\n  Banger, big city boy with deep pockets\n\n  See me speak, that paper better be the topic\n  I like my ice frozen like the Antarctic\n  I'm quick to finish it, too good to start it\n  And with the flashy colors on, you just a target\n  Waitin' for a hard hit\n  I like marine blue, marine green, run with a mean team\n  Matched out, fresh out them state greens\n  We big boys, we do big things\n  Born in this county of kings\n  I ain't got the Uzi, I spray things, take things\n\n  Guns whenever my mood swing\n  From the summer, fall, winter to spring\n  My nigga Ill's hold me down from the Beam\n  Like Big said, we do the real things\n  We still bubble, and steal chains\n  Still tussle, still struggle, we feel pain\n\n  Still ride, still die for B.I.G.'s name\n\n  To all my thugs who puffed him\n  All my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n  I'd rather die on my feet\n  Than live on my knees\n  Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n  Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n  Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine\n  The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  For B.I.G., I grip the Sig, put six in your wig\n\n  Not 'cause of what he said, 'cause of what he did\n  When I hit, I pop quiz\n  That's the way I was raised and that's the way it is for (B.I.G.)\n  We roll like the Panthers\n\n  Show our guns on camera\n  Do jux with police scanners\n  Niggas mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n  I roll with a bunch of niggas that wear bandanas and rep (B.I.G.)\n  We kept it thorough, from the heart, rep the borough\n  BK style, see Big, how?\n  Now, let's see who\n  Wanna go against Mafia World\n\n  Niggas nothin' but squirrels, they know we rep (B.I.G.)\n  Tryin' to get a nut\n  Hittin' the head or below the gut\n  Wood style, roll 'em up, get plucked\n  What? Go back to spendin' a ton\n  And no cats will go toos\n  Know I gotta bust for my (B.I.G.)\n\n  To all my thugs who puffed him\n  All my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name (B.I.G.)\n  I'd rather die on my feet\n  Than live on my knees\n  Nigga, please, I cock and squeeze for (B.I.G.)\n  Mafia, representin' Bucktown\n  Niggas, cock back, niggas, better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine\n  The cream, earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  Now when I cock back and squeeze\n  My Desert Eag' make you drop to your knees\n  Barely able to breathe, my bullets move in threes\n  One for Brooklyn, one for Mafioso, take that, uhh\n  And this one's for (B.I.G.)\n  You know Frank kept me iced out\n  Mink draggin', seven figures in my bank account\n  All that material shit y'all still tryin' to get, uhh\n  Bad Boy niggas tryin' to be like (B.I.G.)\n  All y'all lame-ass niggas, keep my man name out your mouth\n\n  Or get it, uhh, right, check it\n  It's the B-I-double-G-I-E\n  Y'all niggas can't see Poppa nor the Big Mama, who you love? 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F/ Junior M.A.F.I.A.\nMiscellaneous\nBiggie\n[Lil' Cease]\nQueen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga\nThe best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\nThe best that ever lived it\nCocksuckers, What's his name, huh?\nThat's how we do it ya'll\nTo all my niggaz in the house\nBad Boy, Who we die for\nAll day, everyday nigga\n\n[Verse 1]\nFor the love of BIG, we bang out\nSince my man died, we don't hang out\nWe blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out\nMafia World, all my niggaz max out\nWe Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out\nCoward niggaz, most are burried down south\nFar from gangstas, really hush puppies\nNiggaz bearly speak when we discuss money\nNiggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny\nThe realest niggaz never took nuthin from me\nRock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids\nGot niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix\nA yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n\nChorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.\n\n[Lil' Cease]\nTo all my thugs who puffed him\nTo all my girls who hugged him\nYou love him, yell his name.\n\nI'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\nNigga please, I cock and squeeze for.\n\nMafia\n\n[Notorious B.I.G.]\nRepresentin Bucktown\nMack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down\nFace down, you know the routine, the cream\nEarings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n[Verse 2]\nFor BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it\nOnce I got it, I lock it\nBanger, big city boy with deep pockets\nSee me speak, that paper better be the topic\nI like my ice frozen like the Antartic\nI'm quick to finish it, your good to start it\nAnd with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit\nI like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\nMeshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\nWe big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings\nI ain't got shit, I spread things, take things\nFuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring\nMy nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam\nLike BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains\nStill tustle, still struggle, we feel pain\nStill ride, still die for BIG's name\n\n(chorus)\n\n[Verse 3]\nFor BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig\nNot cause of what he said, cause of what he did\nWhen I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for.\nWe roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\nDo jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\nI roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...\nWe kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel\nB.K. style, see BIG howl, now\nLets see who, wanna go against Mafia world\nNiggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...\nNiggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\nWood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what\nGo back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths\nKnow my gat and bust for my nigga...\n\n(chorus)\n\n[Lil' Kim]\nNow when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\nMake you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe\nMy bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\nOne for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...\nYou know Frank kept me iced out\nMink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\nAll that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it\nUh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...\nAll ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\nOr get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\nYa'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma\nWho you love... for the Y2G, the two ten\nWe got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own\nCause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up\nBIG missin us, shout him out...\n\n(chorus)\n(chorus into fade)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.10] Notorious B.I.G. F/ Junior M.A.F.I.A.\n[00:00.63] Miscellaneous\n[00:02.27] Biggie\n[00:03.06] [Lil' Cease]\n[00:03.76] Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga\n[00:04.61] The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\n[00:07.84] The best that ever lived it\n[00:10.12] Cocksuckers, What's his name, huh?\n[00:12.37] That's how we do it ya'll\n[00:15.51] To all my niggaz in the house\n[00:19.36] Bad Boy, Who we die for\n[00:24.18] All day, everyday nigga\n[00:26.93] [Verse 1]\n[00:28.29] For the love of BIG, we bang out\n[00:36.85] Since my man died, we don't hang out\n[00:40.16] We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out\n[00:43.41] Mafia World, all my niggaz max out\n[00:46.88] We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out\n[00:49.67] Coward niggaz, most are burried down south\n[00:52.59] Far from gangstas, really hush puppies\n[00:55.01] Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money\n[00:57.80] Niggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny\n[01:00.72] The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me\n[01:03.89] Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids\n[01:09.56] Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix\n[01:15.43] A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n[01:21.03] Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.\n[01:22.15] [Lil' Cease]\n[01:22.50] To all my thugs who puffed him\n[01:24.91] To all my girls who hugged him\n[01:25.54] You love him, yell his name.\n[01:27.20] I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n[01:30.74] Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for.\n[01:33.02] Mafia\n[01:34.37] [Notorious B.I.G.]\n[01:34.91] Representin Bucktown\n[01:35.63] Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down\n[01:38.62] Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n[01:41.13] Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n[01:42.81] [Verse 2]\n[01:43.24] For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it\n[01:45.58] Once I got it, I lock it\n[01:47.30] Banger, big city boy with deep pockets\n[01:49.98] See me speak, that paper better be the topic\n[01:52.68] I like my ice frozen like the Antartic\n[01:55.25] I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it\n[01:57.34] And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit\n[02:01.29] I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\n[02:04.14] Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n[02:06.91] We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings\n[02:10.59] I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things\n[02:13.75] Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring\n[02:17.62] My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam\n[02:20.32] Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains\n[02:24.74] Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain\n[02:27.38] Still ride, still die for BIG's name\n[02:30.34] (chorus)\n[02:30.78] [Verse 3]\n[02:31.15] For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig\n[02:57.54] Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did\n[03:00.89] When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for.\n[03:05.19] We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\n[03:09.35] Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n[03:13.94] I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...\n[03:16.71] We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel\n[03:19.83] B.K. style, see BIG howl, now\n[03:22.56] Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world\n[03:26.45] Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...\n[03:28.25] Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\n[03:32.90] Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what\n[03:34.96] Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths\n[03:38.10] Know my gat and bust for my nigga...\n[03:40.19] (chorus)\n[03:41.56] [Lil' Kim]\n[03:48.88] Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\n[04:04.67] Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe\n[04:08.22] My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\n[04:11.32] One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...\n[04:14.57] You know Frank kept me iced out\n[04:17.07] Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\n[04:20.24] All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it\n[04:22.96] Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...\n[04:25.81] All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\n[04:28.96] Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\n[04:33.68] Ya'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma\n[04:36.76] Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten\n[04:40.05] We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own\n[04:43.23] Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up\n[04:46.44] BIG missin us, shout him out...\n[04:48.20] (chorus)\n[04:49.08] (chorus into fade)\n[04:49.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Biggie (club mix)\n  artist: The Notorious B.I.G.; 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F/ Junior M.A.F.I.A.\n  Miscellaneous\n  Biggie\n  [Lil' Cease]\n  Queen Bee, and Notorious B.I.G. nigga\n  The best that ever lived, the best that ever did it\n  The best that ever lived it\n  Cocksuckers, What's his name, huh?\n  That's how we do it ya'll\n  To all my niggaz in the house\n  Bad Boy, Who we die for\n  All day, everyday nigga\n\n  [Verse 1]\n  For the love of BIG, we bang out\n  Since my man died, we don't hang out\n  We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin things out\n  Mafia World, all my niggaz max out\n  We Bad Boys, why ya'll niggaz cracked out\n  Coward niggaz, most are burried down south\n  Far from gangstas, really hush puppies\n  Niggaz bearly speak when we discuss money\n  Niggaz stay yappin when there's always somethin funny\n  The realest niggaz never took nuthin from me\n  Rock ice, stay jig, fuck with niggaz that got drunk, and hate kids\n  Got niggaz on state bids, that hate movies like Rosewood and Matrix\n  A yo, Biggie taught me well, Biggie told me how to flip bricks like cartwheel\n\n  Chorus: Lil' Cease & Notorious B.I.G.\n\n  [Lil' Cease]\n  To all my thugs who puffed him\n  To all my girls who hugged him\n  You love him, yell his name.\n\n  I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees\n  Nigga please, I cock and squeeze for.\n\n  Mafia\n\n  [Notorious B.I.G.]\n  Representin Bucktown\n  Mack 11's cocked back, niggaz better duck down\n  Face down, you know the routine, the cream\n  Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring\n\n  [Verse 2]\n  For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it\n  Once I got it, I lock it\n  Banger, big city boy with deep pockets\n  See me speak, that paper better be the topic\n  I like my ice frozen like the Antartic\n  I'm quick to finish it, your good to start it\n  And with the flashy colors on, you just a target, Waitin for a hard hit\n  I like marine blue, marine green, roll with a mean team\n  Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams\n  We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings\n  I ain't got shit, I spread things, take things\n  Fuck whenever my mood swings, from the summer for the winter to the spring\n  My nigga ill's holdin it down for the beam\n  Like BIG said, we do the real things, we still bubble and steal chains\n  Still tustle, still struggle, we feel pain\n  Still ride, still die for BIG's name\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  [Verse 3]\n  For BIG I grip the cig, put six in your wig\n  Not cause of what he said, cause of what he did\n  When I hear that pop quiz, that's the way I was raised and thats the way it is for.\n  We roll like the Panthers, show our guns on camera\n  Do jokes with police scanners, niggaz mediocre, full of dirt like hampers\n  I roll with a bunch of niggaz that wear bandanas and rep...\n  We kept it thurough, from the heart ripped the barrel\n  B.K. style, see BIG howl, now\n  Lets see who, wanna go against Mafia world\n  Niggaz nuthin but squirels, they know we rep...\n  Niggaz tryin to get a nut, hit in the head or below the gut\n  Wood style roll'em up, get plucked, nigga what\n  Go back to spend a ton, and know cats wit gold tooths\n  Know my gat and bust for my nigga...\n\n  (Chorus)\n\n  [Lil' Kim]\n  Now when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z\n  Make you drop to your knees, barly able to breathe\n  My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn\n  One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...\n  You know Frank kept me iced out\n  Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account\n  All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it\n  Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...\n  All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth\n  Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I, double G-I, E\n  Ya'll niggaz can't see Poppa, nor the Big Moma\n  Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten\n  We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own\n  Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up\n  BIG missin us, shout him out...\n\n  (Chorus)\n  (Chorus into fade)\n"},{"id":17173752,"name":"Would You Die For Me ft Lil' K","trackName":"Would You Die For Me ft Lil' K","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Born Again (RETAIL)","duration":218.1535,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Venue after venue, I've been through\nComing to the telly, so I can bend you\nSend you to the store, condoms and more\nJealous females, call you sluts and whores\nCould it be my hardcore metaphor\nMake sweat pour on the bedroom floor\nOpen up the Lex door\nJump on in, I'm kind of tired\nI'm a roll blunts while you spin\nYou got your license, right? 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(Yeah)\n  Would you lie for me? (That's right)\n  Would you get high with me? (For sure)\n  Would you die for me? (No doubt)\n\n  These hoes don't treat you like I treat you\n  Like my contacts, I can see right through\n  Don't they know me and you is stuck like glue?\n  Queen Bitch means number one and two\n  Wifey, ya'll ain't got to like me\n  Go head and act dumb, you'll just catch a hot one\n  Y'all know where I'm from\n  Bucktown, lay your ass down\n  You don't wanna play around (with me)\n  Probably just mad because Frank chose me\n  A fly cu-tie, you just a grou-pie\n  Girls call my telephone just to hang up\n  While me and you is in the crib, laying up\n  Oh he ain't tell you that we live together\n  And that we gonna have a kid together\n  Whatever, me intimidated, never\n  Anything you give to him, he give it right to Kim\n  Anyway, I fuck better than you\n  Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you\n  If I fuck another nigga, don't mean nothing\n  B.I.G. is in my heart from the start\n  Whether broke or rich, I'm a stay his bitch\n  Chicks who used to be around, where they at now?\n  (See I don't care bout them other broads)\n  B.I.G. kept it real with me, and that's that\n"},{"id":10503034,"name":"Would You Die For Me (feat. 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