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 | The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Diewww.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 poppedSmokin' 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-haYou 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 areDon't let em hold you down, reach for the starsYou 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 pissyGirls 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)" |
 | The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize DVD-RIP/1997/Life After Deathwww.notoriousonline.com"Hah, sicka than your average PoppaTwist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stinkpink gators, my Detroit playersTimbs for my hooligans in BrooklynDead right, if they head right, Biggie there every nightPoppa been smooth since days of UnderroosNever lose, never choose to, bruise crews whodo something to us, talk go through usGirls walk to us, wanna do us, screw usWho us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutchDare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)Bang every MC easily, busilyRecently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my pieceCubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peepsPackin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt itThat 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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 shitThem niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the stickson the Lexus, LX, four and a halfBulletproof glass tints if I want some assGon' blast squeeze first ask questions lastThat's how most of these so-called gangsters passAt last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broadsTits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive carsI still leave you on the pavementCondo paid for, no car paymentAt my arraignment, note for the plantiffYour 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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, swiftlyWreck it buy a new oneYour crew run run run, your crew run runI know you sick of this, name brand nigga witflows girls say he's sweet like licoriceSo get with this nigga, it's easyGirlfriend here's a pen, call me round tenCome 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 speakinLeave that ass leakin, like rapper demoTell them hoe, take they clothes off slowlyHit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe meWhere the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)[Chorus:]Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess 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 seeSometimes your words just hypnotize meAnd I just love your flashy waysGuess that's why they broke, and you're so paid[fades]" |
 | The Notorious B.I.G. - Warning (Uncensored) DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Diewww.notoriousonline.com"Who the fuck is this?pagin me at 5:46 in the mornin crack a dawninnow I'm yawnin, wipe the cold out my eyesee who's this pagin me and why..It's my nigga Pop from the barbershoptold me he was in the gamblin spot and heard the intricate plotniggaz wanna stick you like fly paper neighbourslow down love please chill drop the caperremember them niggaz from the hill up in Brownsvillethat you rolled dice wit smoked the blunts and got nice wityeah my nigga Fame up in Prospectnah dem my niggaz nah love wouldn't disrespectI didn't say dem, they schooled me to some niggaz that you knew from back when,when you was clockin minor figuresNow they heard you blowin up like nitrowhen they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow..so thank Fame for warnin me because now I'm warnin youyou 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 Lexuswit the Texas license plate outta statethey heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetownnow they heard you got half of Virginia locked downthey even heard about the crib you bought your moms out in Florida the fifth corridor....Call the coronerthere's gonna be alot of slow singin and flower bringinif my burgular alarm starts ringinwhatcha think all the guns is for?all purpose war got the rottweilers by the doorand I feed em gun powder so they can devourthe criminals tryin to drop my decimalsDAMN..niggaz wanna stick my for my C.R.E.A.M.and the inner dream things aint always what it seemsit's the ones that smoke blunts witchasee your picture, now they wanna grab they guns and come and getchaBethca Biggie won't slipI got the calico with the black talions loaded in the clip* So I can rip through the ligamentsput the fuckaz in a bad predicimentwhere all the foul niggaz wentTouch my cheddar, feel my BerettaFuck with what I'mma hit you with you motherfuckers betta duckI bring pain, blood stains & what remainsof his jacket, he had a gun he should've packed itCocked it, extra clips in my pocketso I can reload and explode on ya rassholeI fuck around and get hardcoreC-4 to ya door no beef no more nigga feel the rough scandalousThe more weed smoke I puff the more dangerousI dont give a fuck about you or your weak crewWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for youI'm not runnin'I bust my gun and hold on I hear somebody comin" |
 | The Notorious B.I.G. - Mo' Money, Mo' Problems DVD-RIP/1997/Life After Deathwww.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" |
 | 2Pac, Notorious BIG - Runnin' (Dying to Live) (Uncensored) DVD-RIP/2003/Tupac Resurrection OST"[Notorious B.I.G.]Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw upGot introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew upChoppin rocks overnightThe nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank WhiteWe had to grow dreads to change our descriptionTwo cops is on the milk box missinShow they toes you know they got stepped onA fist full of bullets a chest full of TeflonRun from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fatI fuck around and catch a asthma attackThat's why I bust back, it don't phase meWhen he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayzecelebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weightLaid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker[Chorus][2Pac]And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashedAs I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blastWe was young, and we was dumb but we had heartIn the dark when we survived through the bad partsMany dreams is what I had, and plenty wishesNo hesitation in extermination of these snitchesenvious bitches continue to per sue meA couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw meeven the cops tried to sue meSo what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewinnow the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress memisery is all I see, thats my mind's stateMy history with the police is shakin' the crime rateMa main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flippedHe screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clipgots tired of runnin from the police" |
 | The Notorious B.I.G. - Big Poppa DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Diewww.notoriousonline.com"To all the ladies in the place with style and graceAllow me to lace these lyrical douches in your bushesWho rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find meThe back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind meMad question askin, blunt passin, music blastinBut I just can't quitBecause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep withSleep with, keep the ep a secret why notWhy blow up my spot cause we both got hotNow check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bedBelieve me sweety I got enough to feed the needyNo need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz'sC-notes by the layers, true fuckin playersJump in the Rover and come overtell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Two]Straight up honey really I'm askinMost of these niggaz think they be mackin but they be actinWho they attractin with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behindAnd ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?Things to make you smile, what numbers to dialYou gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crewYou go call your crewWe can rendezvou at the bar around twoPlans to leave, throw the keys to Lil CeasePull the truck up, front, and roll up the next bluntSo we can steam on the way to the telly go fill my bellyA t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grapeConversate for a few, cause in a few, we gon' doWhat we came to do, ain't that right boo (truuuueee)Forget the telly we just go to the criband watch a movie in the jacuzzi smoke l's while you do me[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Notorious B.I.G. - Verse Three](How ya livin Biggie Smallz?) In mansion and Benz'sGivin ends to my friends and it feels stupendousTremendous cream, fuck a dollar and a dream (whaat)Still tote gats strapped with infrared beamsChoppin o's, smokin lye an' Optimo'sMoney hoes and clothes all a nigga knowsA foolish pleasure, whateverI had to find the buried treasure, so grams I had to measureHowever living better now, Gucci sweater nowDrop top BM's I'm the man girlfriend(Honey check it, (check it)Tell your friends, to get with my friends (your freinds)And we can be friendsShit we can do this every weekend (that's right)Aight? Is that aight with you?Yeah... keep bangin)[Chorus by The Notorious B.I.G.](I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)To the honies gettin money playin niggaz like dummies(I love it when you call me Big Pop-pa)If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the placeCause I see some ladies tonight who should be havin my babyBay-bee[Biggie Ad libin']Uhh, Check it out,94 shit for that ass,Uhh, Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A., represent baby bay-bay!Uhh!" |
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 | Notorious 2009 HD Teaser Trailer Teaser trailer for "Notorious" starring Derek Luke, Angela Bassett, Anthony Mackie and Jamal Woolard as Biggie Smallsnotorious09.com-----So far the teaser looks good so let's hope for the rap fans that it delivers. It brings back ol feelings from back in the day. |
 | Notorious Movie Preview Trailer HQ WORLD PREMIERE http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/index.php The "Notorious" B.I.G. Movie Trailer WORLD PREMIERE 2009 |
 | Notorious B.I.G. - feat. Puffy Daddy & Lil' Kim 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 ". |
