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HOUSE OF PAIN Song Lyrics

 Album:

"Truth Crushed To The Earth Sha"


1) Choose your Poison
2) Earthquake
3) Fed Up
4) Fed Up Remix
5) Heart Full of Sorrow
6) Killa Rhyme Klik
7) No Doubt
8) Pass The Jinn
9) Shut The Door
10) The Have Nots
11) What's That Smell?
12) While I'm Here
13) X-Files
 Album:

"Same As It Ever Was"


1) All That
2) Back From The Dead
3) I'm a Swing It
4) Interlude
5) It aint a crime
6) Keep it Comin'
7) On Point
8) On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
9) Over there Shit
10) Runnin' up on ya
11) Same as It ever was
12) Still Gotta Lotta Love
13) Where I'm From
14) Who's the Man
15) Word is Bond
16) It Ain't A Crime
 Album:

"House Of Pain"


1) All My Love
2) Come and Get Some O' This
3) Commercial 1
4) Commercial 2
5) Danny Boy, Danny Boy
6) Feel It
7) Guess Who's Back
8) House of Pain and the Rising Sun
9) House of Pain Anthem
10) Jump Around
11) Jump Around Remix
12) Life Goes On
13) One For the Road
14) Put on your Shit Kickers
15) Put your Head Out
16) Salutations
17) Shamrocks and Shenanigans
18) Shamrocks And Shenanigans (Boom Shalock Lock Boom/Butch Vig Mix)
19) Top O' the Morning to ya
 Album:

"Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again"


1) Fed Up
2) Earthquake
3) No Doubt
4) Choose Your Poison
5) X-Files
6) Fed Up Remix
 Album:

"Legend"


1) Legend (Lethal Dose Remix)
2) Legend (Extended Mix)
3) It Aint A Crime (UK Remix)
 Album:

"Fine Malt"


1) Salutations
2) Jump Around
3) Put Your Head Out
4) Top O' The Morning To Ya
5) House Of Pain And The Rising Sun
6) Shamrocks And Shenanigans
7) House Of Pain Anthem
8) Danny Boy, Danny Boy
9) Guess Who's Back
10) Put On Your Shit Kickers
11) Come And Get Some O' This
12) Life Goes On
13) One For The Road
14) Feel It
15) All My Love
16) Jump Around Remix


HOUSE OF PAIN
TRUTH CRUSHED TO THE EARTH SHA
 

Fed Up



Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy
I got demons running through my slate
They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in
And manifest itself in the form of a sin
If I was Rin Tin Tin I¡¯d rip the skin off of Lassie
The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me
You high on gas like a rastaman bought it
Don¡¯t set it off kid and get me started
Cause you¡¯re highly regarded when you¡¯re dearly departed
But momma¡¯s still crying asking God why in
The world could you take her only child
When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
You can¡¯t fumble and if you gots to rumble
Then word to Bryant Gumble I¡¯m a live for today
And God bless the man that steps in my way
Cause if I said it somebody¡¯s getting wetted
So just keep your cool and everything¡¯s copasetic
Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
And mine¡¯ll still be the intellect that plays ya
Cause when the mike check I¡¯m high tech skills are apparent
You can play the child kid I¡¯ll play the parent
Cause I¡¯m a be responsible for your schooling
But I won¡¯t change your diapers or do your car poolin


Chorus
Get up I¡¯ll break ya down a little somethen'
I¡¯m fed up it¡¯s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I¡¯m fed up it¡¯s time to go head huntin'
Get up I¡¯ll break ya down a little somethin'
I¡¯m fed up it¡¯s time to go head huntin'
Dead up too many crews be frontin'
I¡¯m fed up it¡¯s time to go head huntin'


Lord have some mercy on my soul

Now why everybody making shit that¡¯s unreal
Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
Forgetting all about how it¡¯s supposed to feel
Kids be going out for the record deal
So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
Or I¡¯m a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
But don¡¯t snap cause this ain¡¯t HBO
Kid you got no Benz plus you got no dough
While you say that though you trying to gain that ho
Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
I don¡¯t need MTV to make no bucks
I rock styles that make you say ¡°Ah who dat waz?¡±
Who that was is the man of all hours
sending all star players straight back to the showers
Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
I master dub plates like my name¡¯s Herb Powers
I getcha open like hunting season
I make papers don¡¯t front on the reason
Cause I¡¯m seizing up every day
You say carpe diem I call em like I see em

Chorus 3






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