[{"song":"Who Shot Ya","id":"0a07PePugjmPmmoGbRUT","year":1994,"album":"Ready to Die","lyrics":"Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete/Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets/It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef/I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek/Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet/Thundering, shaking the concrete/Then the shit stop when I foil the plot/Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots"},{"song":"Dead Wrong","album":"Born Again","lyrics":"I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper/The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors/Who's the one you call Mr. Macho?/The head honcho, swift fist, like Camacho/I got so much style I should be down with the Stylistics/'Make up to break up'/Niggas need to wake up/Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure/Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia","id":"16quWk4gk9yGnYvr152p","year":1999},{"id":"3VS2fcHBFeHyHtCJnvH2","year":1997,"album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra/Go to room 112, tell them Blanco sent ya/Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges/I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless","song":"Niggas Bleed"},{"song":"Kick in the Door","album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns/As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons/Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan/It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa/You got to call me Francis M.H. White/Intake light tokes, tote iron/Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin","id":"3j5SQay9IT3sIU4pKFuw","year":1997},{"song":"Hypnotize","year":1997,"id":"5g4hRtj2eOeCsTA4nNp1","lyrics":"I put hoes in NY onto DKNY/Miami, D.C. prefer Versace/All Philly hoes, go with Moschino/Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi","album":"Life After Death"},{"song":"Sky's the Limit","id":"69N745vUZUMWodzcZB5r","year":1997,"album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"If the game shakes me or breaks me/I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand/Put money in my mom's hand/Get my daughter this college grant so she don't need no man/Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it/And live the phrase 'Sky's the limit"},{"lyrics":"Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis/When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this/50-inch screen, money green leather sofa/Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur/Phone bill about two G's flat/No need to worry, my accountant handles that/And my whole crew is lounging/Celebrating every day, no more public housing","album":"Ready to Die","year":1994,"id":"8AiOMUluhvOYaZbqKkqQ","song":"Juicy"},{"song":"Sky's the Limit","album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"If the game shakes me or breaks me/I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand/Put money in my mom's hand/Get my daughter this college grant so she don't need no man/Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it/And live the phrase 'Sky's the limit","id":"Au56konphLl6yvcxJUzT","year":1997},{"song":"Gimme the Loot","lyrics":"Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too/Up the herringbones and bamboos/I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pregnant/Give me the baby rings and the No. 1 mom pendant","album":"Ready to Die","year":1994,"id":"JXEhu2WevRsrChS6pIa8"},{"lyrics":"It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine/Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine/Hangin' pictures on my wall/Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl","album":"Ready to Die","year":1994,"id":"QkBVDp0q4FibnDgwlSct","song":"Juicy"},{"song":"What's Beef","id":"VxFFwPwCEQ3c34jkoPbq","year":1997,"album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz/Motherfuckers still in my biz/Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin' kidnap kids/Fuck 'em in the ass, throw 'em over the bridge/That's how it is, my shit is laid out/Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out"},{"song":"Suicidal Thoughts","album":"Ready to Die","lyrics":"When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell/Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fucking tell/It don't make sense, going to heaven with the goodie-goodies/Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies/God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit/No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked/Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise/Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice","id":"c9TKykoqKl3GsFaToVt7","year":1994},{"song":"Notorious Thugs","year":1997,"id":"cm5ceJAEsHQtjVCyDjrJ","lyrics":"Spit your game, talk your shit/Grab your gat, call your clique/Squeeze your clip, hit the right one/Pass that weed, I got to light one/All them niggas, I got to fight one/All them hoes, I got to like one/Our situation is a tight one/What you gonna do: fight or run?","album":"Life After Death"},{"song":"The What","album":"Ready to Die","lyrics":"So instead of making hoes suck my dick up/I used to do stick-ups, cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups/Excuse me, flows just grow through me/Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches/It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan/A motherfucking rap phenomenon","id":"dofI6A1Xv8XupPeSeeui","year":1994},{"song":"Unbelievable","lyrics":"And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches/Get smoked like dutches from the master/Hate to blast you but I have to, you see I smoke a lot/Your life is played out like Kwame and them fucking polka dots, who rock the spot, Biggie/You know how the weed go, unbelievable","album":"Ready to Die","year":1994,"id":"k2vMSl92Pie3kjUsYS1P"},{"song":"Long Kiss Goodnight","album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese/When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease/Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees/And that's just the half of my warpath/Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater/Than the average playa hater, and spectators/Buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets/They be like, 'Yo he nice, but that's on the low though","id":"nJ3JySJqEgfCMSxTVw9Q","year":1997},{"id":"pLir0Of2tqFIvnd2qZOA","year":1997,"album":"Life After Death","lyrics":"The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit/She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks/Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush/She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush/We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous/I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz/My 112, CD blast, I was past/She came twice I came last, roll the grass","song":"I Got a Story to Tell"},{"song":"Ten Crack Commandments","lyrics":"Number six, that goddamn credit? Dead it/You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!/Seven, this rule is so underrated/Keep your family and business completely separated/Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch/Find yourself in serious shit","album":"Life After Death","year":1997,"id":"t38xvbdzhSsdfQHGiUjV"},{"song":"Warning","year":1994,"id":"tMctTu7kUtBxoo20kABR","lyrics":"Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46/In the morning, crack of dawn and/Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye/See who's this paging me and why?","album":"Ready to Die"},{"lyrics":"Some say the X, make the sex Spec-tacular/Make me lick you from yo' neck to your back, then ya/Shivering, tongue delivering/Chills up that spine, that ass is mine/Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight/If it's all right with you, we fuckin' (that's cool)","album":"Life After Death","year":1997,"id":"zOeGKSKWeobhWhSaMOdf","song":"Fuck You Tonight"}]