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Excellent Hip-Hop (3CD), Various Artists
Excellent Hip-Hop (3CD)
Release type: Album
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Release date:

2007

 
Duration: 183:36  
Size, Mb: 219,76  
Bitrate:

176

 
Price for album: 3.60 (discount 20%)  

 
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Tracklist
Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
When Shit Get Thick Lyrics 03:21 176 3,92 0.10
2
They Don't Bother Me Lyrics 06:15 160 6,61 0.10
3
Need You Tonight Lyrics 04:30 160 4,83 0.10
4
A Star Is Born Lyrics 03:22 128 2,97 0.10
5
Ride Or Die Lyrics 04:22 192 5,80 0.10
6
Bend A Corner Lyrics 03:37 192 4,60 0.10
7
Political Soldiers Lyrics 03:40 176 4,59 0.10
8
U Ain't Shit Lyrics 03:30 144 3,57 0.10
9
Megaphone Lyrics 03:33 160 3,92 0.10
10
House Of Pain Lyrics 04:16 176 5,37 0.10
11
My Blocc Lyrics 04:40 192 5,94 0.10
12
Money Machine Lyrics 05:26 160 5,94 0.10
13
Cali-California Lyrics 03:48 176 4,77 0.10
14
Boyz-N-The-Hood Lyrics
[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit

[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that GTA

[chorus]

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit

[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times first page

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time

[chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

[chorus]
05:40 208 8,04 0.10
15
Rollin' Lyrics 04:30 160 4,73 0.10
16
Wouldn't You Like To Ride Lyrics 03:51 192 5,17 0.10
17
Win Some, Loose Some Lyrics 03:37 160 3,87 0.10
18
Gonna Hurt Somebody Lyrics 04:25 176 5,34 0.10
19
Nowhere To Go Lyrics 03:31 144 3,55 0.10
20
Dolla Signs Lyrics 04:45 208 6,80 0.10
21
Turn Up The Mics Lyrics 03:08 160 3,43 0.10
22
Quarter Till 4 Lyrics 03:45 192 4,89 0.10
23
Turn It Up Loud Lyrics 03:40 144 3,37 0.10
24
Caught In The Wind Lyrics 03:45 192 4,90 0.10
25
G's Form The Otha Side Lyrics 05:01 192 6,61 0.10
26
Housecalls Lyrics 05:19 208 7,87 0.10
27
Dangerous Minds Lyrics 04:20 208 5,99 0.10
28
Makin' Moves Lyrics 04:25 192 5,71 0.10
29
Murda Me Lyrics 04:22 192 5,88 0.10
30
HG Lyrics 04:05 144 3,98 0.10
31
A Lil Bit Of Everything Lyrics 04:12 160 4,53 0.10
32
See The Same Hoes Lyrics 04:33 176 5,66 0.10
33
Real Niggas Lyrics
I'm not wit none of that
Standin' around lookin' cool and shit
I want you motherfuckers to jump the fuck up
And have some motherfuckin' fun
You understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
As we procced to give you what you need

[Notorious B.I.G]
Sick of momma screamin' that "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, gotta rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in the hoop
Whispered in his ear, this is what we gotta do G
Got to bang a nigga and bang a nigga good
So I could cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with the nigga's don't pay the bills
And bein' broke at 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that shit? (Hell yeah, I see that shit)
Columbian, Dominican, yeah whatever
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, twenty G's, nigga please
Blew his brains out cause witnesses we don't need

1 - On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I tote gats wit my nigga, clap wit my nigga
Break bread and then break backs wit my nigga
Jack wit my nigga, cock the latch wit my nigga
Now how you gon' act wit my nigga?
Just remember there's a gun to your dome
And I will lick shots and run through your home
Or better yet I put your son to the chrome
Turn the music up and unplug the phone
I will kill him, read my lips
You too, motherfucker if I don't see no bricks
See, I flips when I don't see no chips
Yeah, nigga, I know you in pain, I don't care nigga
I want the stash, keys, hash, weed, G's motherfucker, freeze
Cock sucker, you better bring the things out
Before I blow your motherfucker frame out
Nigga what

Repeat 1

[Lil' Kim]
Real big nigga's over here talkin' shit
Yo fuck that, I'm gon' check these nigga's
Fuck that, fuck that
What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda known ya'll ain't wanted with these three time losers
The open surgeons heart removers
Niggaz think they gon' stop my ones
Put a contract out and stop ya'll lungs
We powerful, don't think that all we got is guns
We buy out everything you claim, including your name
Mama bitch squeeze the life out of ya'll nigga's
Screw barkin', I take bites out of ya'll nigga's
Crack open your safe then put a bomb to it
Fuck shootin' windows nigga, I jumps through it
With the all black hood, he beat a nigga 'till he hurl
Then pull the hoodie off so he can see it was a girl
When it comes to my nigga B.I.G
I wanna see all ya'll niggaz D.I.E

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real bitches do real things
Hanging with the niggas is the song I sing
Real bitches do real things
04:27 176 5,19 0.10
34
Disenchanted Hero Lyrics 03:26 192 4,73 0.10
35
The Game Of Rock Lyrics 03:48 160 3,97 0.10
36
Riflemen Lyrics 03:44 160 4,08 0.10
37
Nobody Scared Lyrics 01:43 160 1,89 0.10
38
Chorus Song Lyrics 03:22 176 4,25 0.10
39
Cabbage Patch (Dr. Dre Remix) Lyrics 04:13 160 4,50 0.10
40
Street Education Lyrics 02:47 128 2,51 0.10
41
Life's A Bitch Lyrics 03:46 176 4,50 0.10
42
Still Busting Lyrics 03:21 144 3,11 0.10
43
Purse First, Ass Last Lyrics 04:30 192 5,72 0.10
44
Electro Freestyler Lyrics 04:32 208 6,69 0.10
45
Story To Tell Lyrics 04:59 160 5,47 0.10