| The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy |
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DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Die
www.notoriousonline.com
"(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the
teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the
people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money
to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know
what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse One:]
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley
Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private
stock
Way back, when I had the red and black
lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it
this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World
Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for
dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know,
nigga, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the
stars
You had a go, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good
and plenty
[Verse Two:]
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my
peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin'
stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played
toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of
high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know,
nigga
[Verse Three:]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture
this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...
(It's all good)"
Tags : The Notorious B.I.G. Juicy Uncensored Remastered biggie smalls puff puffy daddy diddy combs ready to die hypnotize nyc |
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Affichage : 4787840
Durée : 264 s |
| The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize |
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DVD-RIP/1997/Life After Death
www.notoriousonline.com
"Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think
shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there
every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the
clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
(nope)
So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my
piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God),
with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga
flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it
[Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick
Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"]
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see
(uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip
to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (hah)
[Verse Two:]
I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi
(haaaaah!)
Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's
really the shit
Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the
sticks
on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters
pass
At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and
broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in
expensive cars
I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn
basement (shhh)
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
(not guilty)
Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and
get me
[Chorus:]
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see
(huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip
to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
[Verse Three:]
I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I
can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this nigga, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
(that's right)
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin
(uhh)
for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black
like Toby (Obe...Toby)
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe
me
Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what,
homey)
[Chorus:]
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see
(uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip
to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see
(uh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip
to)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid (uh)
Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so
paid
[fades]"
Tags : The Notorious B.I.G. Hypnotize life after death biggie smalls puffy diddy daddy christopher wallace yacht poppa warning |
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Affichage : 2382350
Durée : 335 s |
| Notorious B.I.G. - feat. Puffy Daddy & Lil' Kim |
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The infamous Puff Daddy aka P.Diddy and Hip
Hop 's Queen Bee Lil' Kim lends a hand on a
Notorious B.I.G. track " Notorious B.IG. "
for his 1999 release " Born Again ". The
track samples the great band Duran Duran 's
classic hit " Notorious ".
Tags : puffy lil kim notorious big |
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Affichage : 911899
Durée : 242 s |
| The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Uncensored) |
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DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Die
www.notoriousonline.com
"Who the fuck is this?
pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawnin
now I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eye
see who's this pagin me and why..
It's my nigga Pop from the barbershop
told me he was in the gamblin spot and heard
the intricate plot
niggaz wanna stick you like fly paper
neighbour
slow down love please chill drop the caper
remember them niggaz from the hill up in
Brownsville
that you rolled dice wit
smoked the blunts and got nice wit
yeah my nigga Fame up in Prospect
nah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't
disrespect
I didn't say dem,
they schooled me to some niggaz
that you knew from back when,
when you was clockin minor figures
Now they heard you blowin up like nitro
when they wanna stick the knife
through your windpipe slow..
so thank Fame for warnin me because now I'm
warnin you
you got the mac Biggie
tell me what you wanna do...
[CHORUS]
Damn niggaz wanna stick me for my paper
[VERSE 2]
They heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus
wit the Texas license plate outta state
they heard about the pounds
you got down in Georgetown
now they heard you got half of Virginia
locked down
they even heard about the crib
you bought your moms out in Florida
the fifth corridor....
Call the coroner
there's gonna be alot of slow singin
and flower bringin
if my burgular alarm starts ringin
whatcha think all the guns is for?
all purpose war got the rottweilers by the
door
and I feed em gun powder so they can devour
the criminals tryin to drop my decimals
DAMN..niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.
and the inner dream things aint always what
it seems
it's the ones that smoke blunts witcha
see your picture, now they wanna
grab they guns and come and getcha
Bethca Biggie won't slip
I got the calico with the black talions
loaded in the clip*
So I can rip through the ligaments
put the fuckaz in a bad prediciment
where all the foul niggaz went
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Fuck with what I'mma hit you with
you motherfuckers betta duck
I bring pain, blood stains & what remains
of his jacket, he had a gun he should've
packed it
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket
so I can reload and explode on ya rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga
feel the rough scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff the more dangerous
I dont give a fuck about you or your weak
crew
What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for
you
I'm not runnin'
I bust my gun and hold on I hear somebody
comin"
Tags : The Notorious B.I.G. Warning Uncensored biggie smalls christopher wallace puffy puff daddy diddy gangsta rap ready die |
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Affichage : 891783
Durée : 217 s |
| Notorious B.I.G Ft. Bone Thugs"N"Harmony - Notorious Thugs |
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"Notorious Thugs" is a song off The Notorious
B.I.G.'s second album, Life After Death.
The song was never released as a single,
likely due to the song's dark nature, but
garnered much radio airplay nonetheless and
remains a favorite of fans of both The
Notorious B.I.G. and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony members Bizzy Bone,
Krayzie Bone, and Layzie Bone contributed to
the song.
In 2005, Notorious Thugs was mixed into "Spit
Your Game", a song from Biggie's final album,
Duets: The Final Chapter. This newer version
features Twista and Krayzie Bone.
This song is also noteworthy because for this
song, The Notorious B.I.G. changed his
normally smooth, easy flow to a high speed
melodic flow similar to that the Bone Thugs
are known for.
The song was included in The Notorious
B.I.G.'s Greatest Hits and Bone
Thugs-n-Harmony's Greatest Hits .
Bone Thugs are the only artists to have ever
collaberated with Eazy-E, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls
& Big Punisher whilst they were all still
alive.
R.I.P Notorious B.I.G
James Brady "stuck in tha old skool"
Tags : Bone Thugs-N-Harmony B.I.G Notorious Biggie Smalls Thugs Wish Krayzie Layzie Bizzy Pun Tupac 2Pac Eazy BIG rap r&b |
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Affichage : 441431
Durée : 367 s |
| The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo' Money, Mo' Problems |
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DVD-RIP/1997/Life After Death
www.notoriousonline.com
"No info, for the, DEA
Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant
Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement
My team supreme, stay clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
cat you see at all events bent
Gats in holsters girls on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me
Bruise too much, I lose, too much
Step on stage the girls boo too much
I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes
too much
Me lose my touch, never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at?
Throw your Rollies in the sky
Wave em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, player please
Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G.
be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune
Five double oh, here's my phone number
Your man ain't got to know, I got to go
Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus
Like thizat, dangerous
on trizack, leave your ass blizzack"
Tags : The Notorious BIG Mo Money Problems Mase Puff Daddy diddy sean combs christopher wallace biggie smalls poppa warning nyc |
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Affichage : 1897174
Durée : 346 s |
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