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Watch the official music video for "Put It On" by Big L Listen to Big L: https://BigL.lnk.to/listenYD Subscribe to the official Big L YouTube channel: https://BigL.lnk.to/subscribeYD Watch more Big L videos: https://BigL.lnk.to/listenYC/youtube Follow Big L: Facebook: https://BigL.lnk.to/followFI Spotify: https://BigL.lnk.to/listenSI YouTube: https://BigL.lnk.to/subscribeYD Lyrics: Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go poom-poom, and yo' guns go pow-pow I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin Front and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopie I run with sturdy clicks I'm never hittin dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy don't make it thirty-six Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond I leave mics torn when I put it on So put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn C'mon put it on Big L, put it on C'mon put it on represent put it on, C'MON! #BigL #PutItOn #OfficialMusicVideo

Download/Stream: https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/HouseOfPain ************************************ Tommy Boy Records is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Queen Latifah, House of Pain, Coolio and Naughty By Nature. ************************************ Follow Tommy Boy Records: https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/instagram https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Twitter https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/TikTok https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Facebook https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Spotify https://tommyboyrecords.lnk.to/Soundcloud Subscribe to the mailing list: https://tommyboy-records.com/ ************************************ #TommyBoyRecords #HipHop #HouseofPain Lyrics: The house of pain is in effect ya'll The house of pain is in effect You know the house of pain is in effect And anyone that steps up is gettin' wrecked Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (33X) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe..DeBerg..Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! http://vevo.ly/wBxhlU

Official video for "The Message" by Grandmaster Flash & Furious Five Ft Melle Mel Download The Message on iTunes - http://hyperurl.co/sgur7n Stream The Message on Spotify - http://hyperurl.co/92hx5f Buy The Message on Amazon - http://hyperurl.co/d1jnmy Lyrics: It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don't care I can't take the smell, can't take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess, I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldn't get far Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow A crazy lady, livin in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Said, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango Was circon princess, seemed to lost her senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got Social Security She had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers t.v. Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy "All my children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill collectors, they ring my phone And scare my wife, when I'm not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station Neon king kong standin' on my back Can't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac A midrange migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane! Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under My son said, daddy, I don't wanna go to school Cause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey They pushed that girl in front of the train Took her to the doctor, sewed the arm on again Stabbed that man right in his heart Gave him a transplant for a brand new start I can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jar Hear them say you want some more, livin on a seesaw Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under A child is born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you, but he's frowning too Cause only God knows, what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The place, that you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way You'll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say I'm cool, I'm no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now you're unemployed, all null 'n void Walking 'round like you're pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused and served like hell Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young #GrandmasterFlashFuriousFive #MelleMel #TheMessage