[{"id":10308028,"name":"Put It On","trackName":"Put It On","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Put It On","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\nAyo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\nI'm known to have a hottie open\nI keep the shotty smokin'\n\nFront, and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\nI run with sturdy cliques\nI'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\nStep to this, you're good as gone\nWord is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\nCome on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\nNobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\nGot more cash than Gotti\n(You don't know?) You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:08.04] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:12.66] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.75] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.54] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.60] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:30.06] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.72] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:35.27] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.94] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.68] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.71] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:45.34] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:47.02] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.61] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.06] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.66] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:55.75] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:57.01] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:59.17] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:01.22] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:06.19] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:08.13] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:09.93] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:12.57] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:15.09] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.70] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.51] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:23.02] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:24.92] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 213430\n- text: And I'm out\n  start_ms: 213430\n  end_ms: 214090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214090\nplain: |-\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n  L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n  And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n  Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n  I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n  My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n  I'm known to have a hottie open\n  I keep the shotty smokin'\n\n  Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n  And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n  I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n  I run with sturdy cliques\n  I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n  Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n  Step to this, you're good as gone\n  Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n  Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\n  Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n  The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n  Got more cash than Gotti\n  (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  And I'm out\n"},{"id":10308031,"name":"Put It On (instrumental)","trackName":"Put It On (instrumental)","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Put It On","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\nAyo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\nI'm known to have a hottie open\nI keep the shotty smokin'\n\nFront, and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\nI run with sturdy cliques\nI'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\nStep to this, you're good as gone\nWord is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\nCome on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\nNobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\nGot more cash than Gotti\n(You don't know?) You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:08.04] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:12.66] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.75] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.54] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.60] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:30.06] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.72] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:35.27] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.94] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.68] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.71] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:45.34] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:47.02] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.61] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.06] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.66] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:55.75] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:57.01] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:59.17] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:01.22] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:06.19] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:08.13] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:09.93] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:12.57] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:15.09] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.70] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.51] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:23.02] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:24.92] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 213430\n- text: And I'm out\n  start_ms: 213430\n  end_ms: 214090\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214090\nplain: |-\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n  L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n  And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n  Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n  I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n  My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n  I'm known to have a hottie open\n  I keep the shotty smokin'\n\n  Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n  And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n  I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n  I run with sturdy cliques\n  I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n  Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n  Step to this, you're good as gone\n  Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n  Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\n  Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n  The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n  Got more cash than Gotti\n  (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:08.04] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:12.66] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.75] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.54] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.60] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:30.06] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.72] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:35.27] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.94] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.68] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.71] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:45.34] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:47.02] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.61] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.06] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.66] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:55.75] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:57.01] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:59.17] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:01.22] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:06.19] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:08.13] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:09.93] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:12.57] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:15.09] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.70] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.51] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:23.02] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:24.92] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.47] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:08.04] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:12.66] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.75] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.54] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.60] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:30.06] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.72] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:35.27] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.94] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.68] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.71] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:45.34] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:47.02] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.61] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.06] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.66] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:55.75] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:57.01] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:59.17] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:01.22] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:06.19] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:08.13] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:09.93] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:12.57] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:15.09] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.70] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.51] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:23.02] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:24.92] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  And I'm out\n"},{"id":31378788,"name":"Put It On (Dirty)","trackName":"Put It On (Dirty)","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Put It On (VLS)","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\nAyo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\nI'm known to have a hottie open\nI keep the shotty smokin'\n\nFront, and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\nI run with sturdy cliques\nI'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\nStep to this, you're good as gone\nWord is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\nCome on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\nNobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\nGot more cash than Gotti\n(You don't know?) You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:05.92] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:11.45] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.66] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.03] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:25.73] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:29.44] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.01] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:34.58] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.42] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:39.94] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.64] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:44.18] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:45.45] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.09] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:50.64] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.49] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:54.67] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:56.19] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:58.89] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:00.30] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:03.34] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:05.97] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:08.66] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:11.16] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:14.52] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.15] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.13] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:22.38] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:23.71] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:25.46] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.09] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.74] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.39] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.05] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:38.77] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.41] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.08] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:45.07] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:46.79] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:48.82] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:51.60] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:53.92] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:57.10] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:58.47] Put it on, represent!\n[01:59.82] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:02.14] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.06] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:07.80] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.51] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:12.25] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:15.21] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:18.74] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.23] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.07] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:25.71] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:27.14] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:29.43] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:31.64] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:33.01] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:34.74] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.59] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.11] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:42.79] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:45.48] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:47.75] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.44] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:52.60] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:55.95] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:58.22] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:00.99] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:02.45] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:04.93] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:06.73] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:08.64] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:10.39] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:11.64] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.19] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.64] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.04] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:21.69] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.39] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:26.96] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:29.75] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? 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You better ask somebody\n[01:25.46] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.09] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.74] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.39] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.05] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:38.77] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.41] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.08] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:45.07] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:46.79] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:48.82] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:51.60] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:53.92] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:57.10] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:58.47] Put it on, represent!\n[01:59.82] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:02.14] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.06] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:07.80] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.51] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:12.25] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:15.21] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:18.74] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.23] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.07] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:25.71] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:27.14] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:29.43] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:31.64] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:33.01] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:34.74] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.59] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.11] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:42.79] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:45.48] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:47.75] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.44] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:52.60] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:55.95] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:58.22] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:00.99] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:02.45] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:04.93] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:06.73] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:08.64] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:10.39] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:11.64] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.19] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.64] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.04] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:21.69] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.39] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:26.96] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:29.75] The whole N.Y.C. 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(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 209800\n  end_ms: 212580\n- text: And I'm out\n  start_ms: 212580\n  end_ms: 213240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 213240\nplain: |-\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n  L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n  And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n  Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n  I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n  My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n  I'm known to have a hottie open\n  I keep the shotty smokin'\n\n  Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n  And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n  I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n  I run with sturdy cliques\n  I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n  Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n  Step to this, you're good as gone\n  Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n  Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\n  Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n  The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n  Got more cash than Gotti\n  (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.44] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.10] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.11] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.37] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.13] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.88] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.24] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.62] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.31] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.46] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.56] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.95] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.01] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.87] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.12] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.53] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.93] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.09] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.20] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.62] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.43] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.13] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.09] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.06] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.36] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.74] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.81] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.07] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.11] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.02] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.04] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.84] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.01] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.65] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.18] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.26] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.65] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.69] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.52] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.76] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.67] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.96] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.60] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.87] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.83] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.20] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.47] The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:33.45] And I'm out\n[03:34.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Put It On ft. 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You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? 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(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. 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(yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:02.34] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:05.00] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:10.51] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:15.36] \n[00:18.39] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.21] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:29.42] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.30] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:34.64] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.65] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.10] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.72] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:44.32] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:45.85] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.32] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:50.76] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.60] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:54.79] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:56.15] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:58.98] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:00.69] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:03.55] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:05.94] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:08.64] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:11.34] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:14.64] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.38] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.05] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:22.61] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:23.97] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:25.62] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.32] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:31.04] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.66] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.37] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.09] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.78] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.12] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:45.02] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:47.08] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:49.08] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:51.40] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.00] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:57.26] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:58.43] Put it on, represent!\n[01:59.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:02.32] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.35] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.15] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.48] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:12.38] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:15.56] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.17] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.56] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.43] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:26.01] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:27.46] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:29.54] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:31.78] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:33.15] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.19] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.82] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.48] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:42.93] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:45.78] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:47.95] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.43] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:52.77] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:55.97] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:58.55] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.26] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:02.56] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.25] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:06.96] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:08.82] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:10.59] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:11.83] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.15] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.94] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.58] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:21.83] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.12] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:27.14] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:29.80] The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:32.58] And I'm out\n[03:33.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Put It On\n  artist: Big L\n  album: In Memory Of Big L, Vol. 2\n  duration_ms: 171050\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 190\n  end_ms: 2340\n- text: (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 2340\n  end_ms: 5000\n- text: (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 5000\n  end_ms: 10510\n- text: (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 10510\n  end_ms: 15360\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 15360\n  end_ms: 18390\n- text: (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  start_ms: 18390\n  end_ms: 26210\n- text: Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n  start_ms: 26210\n  end_ms: 29420\n- text: L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n  start_ms: 29420\n  end_ms: 32300\n- text: And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n  start_ms: 32300\n  end_ms: 34640\n- text: Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n  start_ms: 34640\n  end_ms: 37650\n- text: I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n  start_ms: 37650\n  end_ms: 40100\n- text: My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n  start_ms: 40100\n  end_ms: 42720\n- text: I'm known to have a hottie open\n  start_ms: 42720\n  end_ms: 44320\n- text: I keep the shotty smokin'\n  start_ms: 44320\n  end_ms: 45850\n- text: Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n  start_ms: 45850\n  end_ms: 48320\n- text: And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n  start_ms: 48320\n  end_ms: 50760\n- text: I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n  start_ms: 50760\n  end_ms: 53600\n- text: I run with sturdy cliques\n  start_ms: 53600\n  end_ms: 54790\n- text: I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n  start_ms: 54790\n  end_ms: 56150\n- text: Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n  start_ms: 56150\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: Step to this, you're good as gone\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 60690\n- text: Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n  start_ms: 60690\n  end_ms: 63550\n- text: So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  start_ms: 63550\n  end_ms: 65940\n- text: Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n  start_ms: 65940\n  end_ms: 68640\n- text: Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  start_ms: 68640\n  end_ms: 71340\n- text: Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n  start_ms: 71340\n  end_ms: 74640\n- text: Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n  start_ms: 74640\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 80050\n- text: I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n  start_ms: 80050\n  end_ms: 82610\n- text: Got more cash than Gotti\n  start_ms: 82610\n  end_ms: 83970\n- text: (You don't know?) 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(yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  And I'm out\n"},{"id":31374759,"name":"Put It On ft. Kid Capri [Dirty] (Produced by Buckwild)","trackName":"Put It On ft. Kid Capri [Dirty] (Produced by Buckwild)","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Put It On/Danger Zone","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\n\nAiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow\n\nI'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'\nFront and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee\nI run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six\nStep to this you're good as gone, word is bond\nI leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on and on and on\nC'mon put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon\n\nNobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie\nGot more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz\nAnd get endz and commit sins with sick friends\n\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nAnd it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYes, put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\nPut it on Big L, put it on, represent\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from army you provoked\n\nI drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\nI smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on\nPut it on Big L, put it on and on\n\nWord up, knahmsayin'?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\nAnd nine o' S, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri in full flair\nAnd we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon\n\nLord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\nMy man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\nMy man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\nShowbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\nI can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\nThe whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\nAnd of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\nThe whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.27] C'mon\n[00:02.51] C'mon\n[00:04.76] C'mon\n[00:05.88] C'mon\n[00:07.59] C'mon\n[00:08.47] Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:11.30] L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's\n[00:13.73] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:16.31] Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out\n[00:18.71] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:21.88] My guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow\n[00:24.70] I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'\n[00:27.35] Front and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:29.35] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:32.65] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee\n[00:35.35] I run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:37.88] Got thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six\n[00:40.52] Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond\n[00:43.22] I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[00:45.33] So put it on Big L, put it on\n[00:47.88] C'mon, put it on and on and on\n[00:50.23] C'mon put it on Big L, put it on\n[00:53.00] C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon\n[00:56.12] Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief\n[00:59.13] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:01.98] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie\n[01:04.28] Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody\n[01:07.15] Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover\n[01:09.99] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:12.73] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz\n[01:15.47] And get endz and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:18.86] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:20.75] You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\n[01:23.53] I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:26.95] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:27.74] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:28.90] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:31.06] And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:33.47] Yes, put it on Big L, put it on\n[01:35.91] C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\n[01:38.98] Put it on Big L, put it on, represent\n[01:41.55] Put it on, c'mon, put it on\n[01:43.81] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[01:47.03] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[01:49.71] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[01:52.57] You gwan dead from army you provoked\n[01:54.59] I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[01:57.39] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:00.59] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:03.32] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:06.13] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:09.18] 'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n[02:11.55] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:13.64] I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:16.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:19.59] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:21.82] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:25.18] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:27.45] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:29.62] 'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:32.61] So put it on Big L, put it on\n[02:34.92] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\n[02:37.49] Big L, you gotta put it on and on\n[02:40.27] Put it on Big L, put it on and on\n[02:43.25] Word up, knahmsayin'?\n[02:44.94] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\n[02:47.01] And nine o' S, you know what I mean?\n[02:48.85] It's the Kid Capri in full flair\n[02:50.90] And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\n[02:52.68] Big L, c'mon\n[02:54.56] Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\n[02:56.28] My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\n[02:59.34] My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\n[03:01.18] Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n[03:04.72] I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\n[03:07.05] The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n[03:10.16] And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\n[03:12.81] The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\n[03:15.35] And I'm out\n[03:16.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Put It On ft. 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don't make it thirty six\n  Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond\n  I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\n  So put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on and on and on\n  C'mon put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon\n\n  Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief\n  The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie\n  Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz\n  And get endz and commit sins with sick friends\n\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yes, put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\n  Put it on Big L, put it on, represent\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from army you provoked\n\n  I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n  I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on\n  Put it on Big L, put it on and on\n\n  Word up, knahmsayin'?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\n  And nine o' S, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri in full flair\n  And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon\n\n  Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\n  My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\n  My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\n  Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n  I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\n  The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n  And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\n  The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\n  And I'm out\n"},{"id":40112880,"name":"01 Big L - Put It On-","trackName":"01 Big L - Put It On-","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Lifestylez Ov Da Poor & Dangerous","duration":218.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"C'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\nC'mon\n\nAiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow\n\nI'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'\nFront and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee\nI run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six\nStep to this you're good as gone, word is bond\nI leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on and on and on\nC'mon put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon\n\nNobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie\nGot more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz\nAnd get endz and commit sins with sick friends\n\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nAnd it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYes, put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\nPut it on Big L, put it on, represent\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from army you provoked\n\nI drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\nI smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on Big L, put it on\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on\nPut it on Big L, put it on and on\n\nWord up, knahmsayin'?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\nAnd nine o' S, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri in full flair\nAnd we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon\n\nLord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\nMy man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\nMy man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\nShowbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\nI can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\nThe whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\nAnd of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\nThe whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.68] C'mon\n[00:13.10] C'mon\n[00:13.68] C'mon\n[00:14.98] C'mon\n[00:15.55] C'mon\n[00:16.14] Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:29.79] L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's\n[00:32.34] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:34.81] Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out\n[00:37.69] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.55] My guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow\n[00:43.12] I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'\n[00:45.82] Front and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.54] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.18] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee\n[00:53.84] I run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:56.38] Got thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six\n[00:59.14] Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond\n[01:01.84] I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:03.99] So put it on Big L, put it on\n[01:06.19] C'mon, put it on and on and on\n[01:09.05] C'mon put it on Big L, put it on\n[01:12.44] C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon\n[01:14.71] Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief\n[01:17.53] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.36] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie\n[01:22.75] Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody\n[01:25.95] Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.50] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:31.16] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz\n[01:33.80] And get endz and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.59] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.36] You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\n[01:41.98] I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.27] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:45.32] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:47.62] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:49.57] And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.26] Yes, put it on Big L, put it on\n[01:54.54] C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\n[01:57.36] Put it on Big L, put it on, represent\n[02:00.11] Put it on, c'mon, put it on\n[02:02.46] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.48] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.06] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.85] You gwan dead from army you provoked\n[02:13.03] I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:15.84] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.00] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.68] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.54] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:27.69] 'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n[02:29.93] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:31.98] I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.01] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:38.16] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.65] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.26] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.12] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.05] 'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.83] So put it on Big L, put it on\n[02:53.22] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\n[02:55.54] Big L, you gotta put it on and on\n[02:58.80] Put it on Big L, put it on and on\n[03:01.50] Word up, knahmsayin'?\n[03:02.91] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\n[03:05.42] And nine o' S, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.43] It's the Kid Capri in full flair\n[03:09.29] And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\n[03:10.88] Big L, c'mon\n[03:12.17] Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\n[03:14.45] My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\n[03:16.80] My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\n[03:19.43] Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n[03:22.24] I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\n[03:25.06] The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n[03:28.09] And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\n[03:30.38] The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\n[03:32.80] And I'm out\n[03:36.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 01 Big L - 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Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yes, put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on\n  Put it on Big L, put it on, represent\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from army you provoked\n\n  I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here\n\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n  I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on Big L, put it on\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on\n  Put it on Big L, put it on and on\n\n  Word up, knahmsayin'?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four\n  And nine o' S, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri in full flair\n  And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon\n\n  Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on\n  My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on\n  My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on\n  Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n  I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on\n  The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on\n  And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on\n  The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on\n  And I'm out\n"},{"id":10308035,"name":"Danger Zone","trackName":"Danger Zone","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Put It On","duration":217.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Stealing runs rampant in Harlem\nGambling runs rampant in Harlem\nAll types of evils and vices that terrified our community\nRun rampant in Harlem\n\nThe microphone is through when this rap legend grab it\nSendin' poems to have them fagots diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart\nL's the nigga that crime follows\nI'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles\n\nI beat chumps 'til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks\nI sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch\nAlways sprayin' Tecs, because I be stayin' vexed\nSome nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin' threats\n\nI jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'\nPut his brains in the street now you can see what he was just thinkin'\nI'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale\nSatan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in hell\nFront and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard\nI run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God\n\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n\nI got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six\nIn the mix, straight from H E-double hockey sticks\nEvery Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray\nFuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil son's way\n\nEvery minute, my style switches up, they said a real man\nWon't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up\nI use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel\nI'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill\n\nI'm takin' lives for a great price, I'm the type\nTo snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ\nAnd I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest\nThe Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address\nI'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids\nBe wakin' up cryin', yellin', Mommy Big L is comin' to get me\n\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n\nI keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin' up\nCan I get your autograph L? No bitch, I'm off duty\nI'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks\nIt ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts\n\nI keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged\nI never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it\nA beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute\nI'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented\n\nAnd my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed\nAnd gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'\nAiyyo crazy bitches slept with L\nThen they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L\nBut I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special Ed so I suggest\nYou spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red\n\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own\n'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\nWhere no man can withstand or hold his own","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.32] Stealing runs rampant in Harlem\n[00:03.05] Gambling runs rampant in Harlem\n[00:05.33] All types of evils and vices that terrified our community\n[00:10.42] Run rampant in Harlem\n[00:11.64] The microphone is through when this rap legend grab it\n[00:14.20] Sendin' poems to have them fagots diggin' hoes like Reverend Swaggart\n[00:17.31] L's the nigga that crime follows\n[00:19.31] I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles\n[00:22.82] I beat chumps 'til they head splits, then break em like breadsticks\n[00:26.03] I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch\n[00:28.49] Always sprayin' Tecs, because I be stayin' vexed\n[00:30.88] Some nigga named Dex, was in the projects layin' threats\n[00:33.77] I jumped out the Lincoln, left him stinkin'\n[00:36.05] Put his brains in the street now you can see what he was just thinkin'\n[00:39.50] I'm chokin' enemies 'til they start turnin' pale\n[00:42.03] Satan said I'm learnin' well, Big L's gonna burn in hell\n[00:45.14] Front and get scarred cause your rap style ain't even hard\n[00:47.66] I run with a thievin' squad, and none of us believe in God\n[00:50.29] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[00:53.18] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[00:56.00] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[00:58.79] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[01:01.96] I got styles you can't copy bitch, it's the triple six\n[01:04.94] In the mix, straight from H E-double hockey sticks\n[01:07.39] Every Sunday, a nun lay from my gun spray\n[01:10.09] Fuck Carlito, we doin' shit the Devil son's way\n[01:13.13] Every minute, my style switches up, they said a real man\n[01:15.80] Won't hit a girl well I ain't real cause I beat bitches up\n[01:18.76] I use words that's ill, L got nerves of steel\n[01:21.39] I'm cool, but every now and then I get a urge to kill\n[01:24.37] I'm takin' lives for a great price, I'm the type\n[01:26.79] To snap in heaven with a Mac-11 and rape Christ\n[01:29.84] And I'm fast to put a cap in a fag chest\n[01:32.30] The Big L smash stress, cause hell is my address\n[01:35.11] I'm on some satanic shit, strictly, little kids\n[01:37.89] Be wakin' up cryin', yellin', Mommy Big L is comin' to get me\n[01:40.61] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[01:43.42] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[01:46.20] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[01:48.93] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[01:51.75] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[01:54.60] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[01:57.32] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[02:00.12] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[02:03.35] I keep a cutie with a soft booty, hoes be runnin' up\n[02:06.12] Can I get your autograph L? No bitch, I'm off duty\n[02:09.06] I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks\n[02:12.10] It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts\n[02:14.59] I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged\n[02:17.45] I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it\n[02:20.18] A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute\n[02:22.39] I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented\n[02:25.65] And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed\n[02:28.15] And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'\n[02:31.74] Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L\n[02:33.64] Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L\n[02:36.24] But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special Ed so I suggest\n[02:39.38] You spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red\n[02:42.14] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[02:44.91] Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n[02:47.77] 'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n[02:50.42] Where no 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No bitch, I'm off duty\n  I'm breakin' hottie hearts, niggaz drop when my shotty sparks\n  It ain't no food in my fridge; just body parts\n\n  I keep the gear fresh, I keep the braids rugged\n  I never wear rubbers bitch, if I get AIDS, fuck it\n  A beef with me, you better prevent it 'cause in a minute\n  I'll jump out a tenant rented, and leave a nigga body dented\n\n  And my swoll knob your main girl cold slobbed\n  And gave a blow job to my whole mob, with no prob'\n  Aiyyo crazy bitches slept with L\n  Then they niggaz got mad and tried to step to L\n  But I'm sicker than a nigga that's in special Ed so I suggest\n  You spread pretzelhead, 'fore I turn your white sweatsuit red\n\n  'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n  Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n  'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n  Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n\n  'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n  Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n  'Cause one-three-nine and Lennox is the danger zone\n  Where no man can withstand or hold his own\n"},{"id":22787255,"name":"Put It On, L","trackName":"Put It On, L","artistName":"Big L","albumName":"Sony Flava Variety Pack","duration":220.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n(Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\nAyo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\nL keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\nAnd every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\nSome brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\nI got the wild style, always been a foul child\nMy guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\nI'm known to have a hottie open\nI keep the shotty smokin'\n\nFront, and get half the bones in your body broken\nAnd when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\nI got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\nI run with sturdy cliques\nI'm never hittin' dirty chicks\nGot 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\nStep to this, you're good as gone\nWord is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\nCome on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\nCome on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\nNobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\nThe last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\nI'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\nGot more cash than Gotti\n(You don't know?) You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd I'm out","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.44] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:08.00] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:12.67] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:16.76] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:22.57] (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n[00:26.67] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n[00:30.03] L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n[00:32.71] And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n[00:35.23] Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n[00:37.91] I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n[00:40.62] My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n[00:42.73] I'm known to have a hottie open\n[00:45.34] I keep the shotty smokin'\n[00:47.04] Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n[00:48.61] And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n[00:51.06] I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n[00:53.68] I run with sturdy cliques\n[00:55.76] I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n[00:57.09] Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n[00:59.17] Step to this, you're good as gone\n[01:01.25] Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n[01:06.18] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:08.14] Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n[01:09.93] Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:12.52] Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n[01:15.08] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n[01:17.77] The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n[01:20.54] I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n[01:23.06] Got more cash than Gotti\n[01:24.95] (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n[01:26.44] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.10] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.11] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.37] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.13] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.88] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.24] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.62] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.31] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.46] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.56] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.95] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.01] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.87] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.12] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.53] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.93] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.09] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.20] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.62] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.43] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.13] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.09] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.06] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.36] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.74] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.81] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.07] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.11] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.02] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.04] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.84] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.01] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.65] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.18] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.26] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.65] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.69] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.52] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.76] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.67] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.96] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.60] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.87] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.83] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.20] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.47] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\nBig L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\nA smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\nI push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\nAnd get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\nYou think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\nI flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\nI'm leavin' competitors pissed\nTo tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\nI'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\nIn this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\nYeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L!\nPut it on, represent!\nPut it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\nSome boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\nBoy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\nSee me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\nYou gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\nI drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\nPeace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\nAnd it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\nI charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\nI'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\nBig L is the villain you still fear\n'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\nIf you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\nI smash mics like cornbread\nYou can't kill me, I was born dead\nAnd I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\nI run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\nMy rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\nIt's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\nPeace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\nSo put it on, Big L, put it on!\nC'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\nBig L, you gotta put it on and on!\nPut it on, Big L put it on ond on!\nWord up, knahmsayin?\nMy man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\nAnd nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\nIt's the Kid Capri, in full flair\nAnd we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\nBig L, c'mon!\n\nLord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\nMy man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\nMy man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\nShowbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nI can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\nThe whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\nAnd of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\nThe whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.40] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.19] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.16] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.34] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.11] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.87] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.22] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.64] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.34] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.41] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.55] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.98] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.03] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.86] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.15] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.52] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.97] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.05] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.26] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.61] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.48] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.14] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.07] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.05] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.32] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.70] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.85] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.01] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.17] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.01] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.06] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.88] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.09] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.67] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.10] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.21] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.61] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.68] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.50] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.75] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.65] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.95] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.68] Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:22.82] I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:24.82] The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:28.23] And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n[03:30.48] The whole N.Y.C. 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You better ask somebody\n[01:26.44] Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n[01:28.10] A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n[01:30.86] I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n[01:33.11] And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n[01:36.37] 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n[01:39.13] You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n[01:41.88] I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n[01:44.51] I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n[01:47.24] To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n[01:48.62] I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n[01:50.31] In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n[01:52.46] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[01:54.56] C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n[01:56.95] Put it on, Big L!\n[01:59.01] Put it on, represent!\n[02:00.87] Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n[02:03.12] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n[02:05.89] Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n[02:08.53] See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n[02:10.93] You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n[02:13.37] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n[02:16.09] Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n[02:19.20] And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n[02:21.62] I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n[02:24.43] I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n[02:27.13] Big L is the villain you still fear\n[02:28.50] 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n[02:30.09] If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n[02:32.06] I smash mics like cornbread\n[02:34.36] You can't kill me, I was born dead\n[02:35.74] And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n[02:37.81] I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n[02:40.07] My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n[02:43.11] It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n[02:46.02] Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n[02:48.04] 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n[02:50.84] So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n[02:54.01] C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n[02:56.65] Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n[02:59.18] Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n[03:01.23] Word up, knahmsayin?\n[03:03.26] My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n[03:05.65] And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n[03:07.69] It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n[03:09.52] And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n[03:11.76] Big L, c'mon!\n[03:13.67] Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:14.75] My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n[03:16.96] My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n[03:19.60] Showbiz and A.G. 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Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  start_ms: 99130\n  end_ms: 101880\n- text: I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  start_ms: 101880\n  end_ms: 104510\n- text: I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  start_ms: 104510\n  end_ms: 107240\n- text: To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  start_ms: 107240\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 110310\n- text: In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n  start_ms: 110310\n  end_ms: 112460\n- text: Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  start_ms: 112460\n  end_ms: 114560\n- text: C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  start_ms: 114560\n  end_ms: 116950\n- text: Put it on, Big L!\n  start_ms: 116950\n  end_ms: 119010\n- text: Put it on, represent!\n  start_ms: 119010\n  end_ms: 120870\n- text: Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n  start_ms: 120870\n  end_ms: 123120\n- text: Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  start_ms: 123120\n  end_ms: 125890\n- text: Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  start_ms: 125890\n  end_ms: 128530\n- text: See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  start_ms: 128530\n  end_ms: 130930\n- text: You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n  start_ms: 130930\n  end_ms: 133370\n- text: I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  start_ms: 133370\n  end_ms: 136090\n- text: Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  start_ms: 136090\n  end_ms: 139200\n- text: And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  start_ms: 139200\n  end_ms: 141620\n- text: I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  start_ms: 141620\n  end_ms: 144430\n- text: I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  start_ms: 144430\n  end_ms: 147130\n- text: Big L is the villain you still fear\n  start_ms: 147130\n  end_ms: 148500\n- text: '''Cause I be hangin'' in Harlem and shit is for real here'\n  start_ms: 148500\n  end_ms: 150090\n- text: If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n  start_ms: 150090\n  end_ms: 152060\n- text: I smash mics like cornbread\n  start_ms: 152060\n  end_ms: 154360\n- text: You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  start_ms: 154360\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157810\n- text: I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  start_ms: 157810\n  end_ms: 160070\n- text: My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  start_ms: 160070\n  end_ms: 163110\n- text: It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  start_ms: 163110\n  end_ms: 166020\n- text: Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  start_ms: 166020\n  end_ms: 168040\n- text: '''Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I''m gone'\n  start_ms: 168040\n  end_ms: 170840\n- text: So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  start_ms: 170840\n  end_ms: 174010\n- text: C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  start_ms: 174010\n  end_ms: 176650\n- text: Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  start_ms: 176650\n  end_ms: 179180\n- text: Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  start_ms: 179180\n  end_ms: 181230\n- text: Word up, knahmsayin?\n  start_ms: 181230\n  end_ms: 183260\n- text: My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  start_ms: 183260\n  end_ms: 185650\n- text: And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  start_ms: 185650\n  end_ms: 187690\n- text: It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  start_ms: 187690\n  end_ms: 189520\n- text: And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  start_ms: 189520\n  end_ms: 191760\n- text: Big L, c'mon!\n  start_ms: 191760\n  end_ms: 193670\n- text: Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  start_ms: 193670\n  end_ms: 194750\n- text: My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 194750\n  end_ms: 196960\n- text: My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  start_ms: 196960\n  end_ms: 199600\n- text: Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 199600\n  end_ms: 202870\n- text: I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  start_ms: 202870\n  end_ms: 204830\n- text: The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 204830\n  end_ms: 208200\n- text: And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  start_ms: 208200\n  end_ms: 210470\n- text: The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  start_ms: 210470\n  end_ms: 213450\n- text: And I'm out\n  start_ms: 213450\n  end_ms: 214110\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 214110\nplain: |-\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  (Hey) come on, come on, come on, come on\n\n  Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks\n  L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks\n  And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts\n  Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out\n  I got the wild style, always been a foul child\n  My guns go \"Boom, boom\" and yo' guns go \"pow pow\"\n  I'm known to have a hottie open\n  I keep the shotty smokin'\n\n  Front, and get half the bones in your body broken\n  And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie\n  I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi\n  I run with sturdy cliques\n  I'm never hittin' dirty chicks\n  Got 35 bodies, buddy, don't make it 36\n  Step to this, you're good as gone\n  Word is bond, I leave mics torn when I put it on\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, and onnn, and on!\n  Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on!\n\n  Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief\n  The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth\n  I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty\n  Got more cash than Gotti\n  (You don't know?) You better ask somebody\n  Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover\n  A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother\n  I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins\n\n  And get ends and commit sins with sick friends\n  'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter\n  You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga\n  I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss\n  I'm leavin' competitors pissed\n  To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this\n  I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn\n  In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on\n\n  Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L!\n  Put it on, represent!\n  Put it on, c'mon, put it on!\n\n  Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke\n  Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke\n  See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke\n  You gwan dead from a me you provoke\n\n  I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear\n  Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there\n  And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach\n  I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach\n  I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair\n  Big L is the villain you still fear\n  'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here\n  If you battle L, you picked the wrong head\n\n  I smash mics like cornbread\n  You can't kill me, I was born dead\n  And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs\n  I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs\n  My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon\n  It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond\n  Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn\n  'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone\n\n  So put it on, Big L, put it on!\n  C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and on!\n  Big L, you gotta put it on and on!\n  Put it on, Big L put it on ond on!\n  Word up, knahmsayin?\n  My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four\n  And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean?\n  It's the Kid Capri, in full flair\n  And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this\n  Big L, c'mon!\n\n  Lord Finesse (he be puttin' it on)\n  My man Buckwild (he be puttin' it on and on)\n  My man Fat Joe (he be puttin' it on)\n  Showbiz and A.G. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  I can't forget Diamond D (he be puttin' it on)\n  The whole D.I.T.C. (yeah, they be puttin' it on and on)\n  And of course Kid Capri (yeah, I be puttin' it on)\n  The whole N.Y.C. (yeah, we be puttin' it on and on)\n  And I'm out\n"}]