THE NOTORIOUS B.I.G - READY TO DIE
Intro
[3:23]5.1 Mb
Things Done Changed
[3:57]6.4 Mb
Gimme the Loot
[5:03]8.2 Mb
Machine Gun Funk
[4:17]7.1 Mb
Warning
[3:40]5.3 Mb
Ready to Die
[4:23]6.5 Mb
One More Chance
[4:42]6.9 Mb
Fuck Me (Interlude)
[1:30]2.1 Mb
The What (featuring Method Man)
[3:57]5.9 Mb
Juicy
[5:02]8.1 Mb
Everyday Struggle
[5:18]8.6 Mb
Me and My Bitch
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Big Poppa
[4:12]6.1 Mb
Respect
[5:20]7.3 Mb
Friend of Mine
[3:27]5.7 Mb
Unbelievable
[3:43]5.8 Mb
Suicidal Thoughts
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Who Shot Ya
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Just Playing (Dreams)
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The Notorious B.I.G "Ready to Die" Album Review
And Wasn't It Great When He Died
Sure I would rather see him retire than die, but I was glad when he stopped releasing music, or so I thought. This stupid person is still making money while he's dead, even though it isn't that much. He has the worst voice of all time, no denying that. He spits rhymes? wow. He talks about hoes, pimping, being a gangster, selling drugs, and some (hip-hop artsits usually like Kanye West for example, but only somtimes) talks about hard times, or some other decent lyrics. There may be one decent line on the album, but everything about this is bad. Everytime I hear some guy say this has a "tight beat" I feel liking beating the hell ouf of them, but they might jump me or according to most rap "artists" there carrying weapons and there bloods/crypts will get on me.
Video The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy
DVD-RIP/1994/Ready to Die "(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)"
GOODIE MOB - ONE MONKEY DON'T STOP NO SHOW
Synopsis (featuring Big Rube)
[1:21]1.9 Mb
God I Wanna live (featuring Witchdoctor)
[4:55]7 Mb
123 Goodie
[4:55]7 Mb
Shawty Wanna Be A Gangsta
[5:18]7.6 Mb
In da Streets (featuring Jasper Cameron)
[4:20]6.2 Mb
One Monkey
[3:11]4.5 Mb
Dead Homies
[4:17]6.1 Mb
Intermission Introducing Gator Boy (Skit)
[2:22]3.4 Mb
Grindin (featuring Bone Crusher)
[4:19]6.2 Mb
Goodiadvice
[4:28]6.4 Mb
We Back
[4:18]6.2 Mb
It Ain't Nothin for us
[3:38]5.2 Mb
High and Low (featuring Mario Simpson)
[5:48]8.3 Mb
Big City
[4:55]7 Mb
What You See (featuring Witchdoctor and Melanie Melbo Smith)
[3:51]5.6 Mb
Play Your Flutes (featuring Kurupt and Sleepy Brown)
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Goodie Mob "One Monkey Don't Stop No Show" Album Review
Worst cd yet...
This review is coming from a person who thinks that Soul Food is a top 10 album of all time so keep that in mind. Since their initial album I have felt that successive albums were missing something. In fact, each album became slightly worse. Although they all had good songs, the quality slowly diminished. So I was hesitant to get this cd and I am sad to say that I did. This is a bad album and their worst album. There are 2 or 3 good songs. I was shocked by the 360 the Goodie MOB has taken. For example, there is one song on this album talking about robbing people and if you ain't in the game for the money then what the hell you here for, which is completely different from what they were preaching in earlier albums (admirably, I might add). Anyways, this album is not worth the money.
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