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Hip Hop Best The Collection , Various Artists
Hip Hop Best The Collection
Release type: Compilation
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Release date:

2006

 
Duration: 70:35  
Size, Mb: 110,04  
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240

 
Price for album: 1.44 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Naughty Girl Lyrics 03:31 240 6,03 0.10
2
Rich Girl Lyrics 03:59 240 6,72 0.10
3
Dilemma Lyrics 03:58 224 5,90 0.10
4
Ghetto Gospel Lyrics 04:00 192 5,18 0.10
5
Mas Que Nada Lyrics 04:26 256 7,60 0.10
6
Locked Up Lyrics
you're real gay about pussy.
your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes.
homo. all I'm buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on.
you better get that bitch to suck you - you queer trick,
you rogue spear, your bitch's handbag full of money.
she's in your wallet all the way up to the elbow.
03:56 224 6,13 0.10
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Dreams Lyrics 04:49 176 6,03 0.10
8
Poppin' Them Thangs Lyrics 04:02 224 6,13 0.10
9
Party Up
DMX
Lyrics
"Party Up"

[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
[Chorus:]
[DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame,
off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me
and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you
Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome?
Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,
"So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go
" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy that don't belong to them,
fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on
on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up
North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth?
I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you?
(Who?)
Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff
Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again
[DMX]
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]
03:52 208 5,33 0.10
10
Got What You Need
Eve
Lyrics
[Swizz Beatz]
Yo stop the tape, hold on
Listen man, this Swizz
It's not a game, it's goin down
We ain't playin wit y'all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doin this for the.. two-thousand-and-one, let's rock
World, premiere
World, premiere
E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it
Stop..

[Chorus 1: Swizz Beatz]
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need
Tell me what you need
I Got What You Need

[Chorus 2: Swizz Beatz]
Now - ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies

[Chorus 1]

[Eve]
Uhh, yo
Aiiyo, aiiyo
This the only record in the crate
The only shit worth playin
Swizz got niggaz screamin "Dog, you O-Din"
Do what I do best
Spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight
But that goes without sayin
See you stallin on the floor
What you standin for?
Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash
What you ballin for?
Crabs that ain't got nuttin to add
What you callin for?
Ladies - this one's for you
Get ya party flowin right now
Baby, no time to relax
Niggaz tryna holla
Get the tag, yeah he eat that
And if he actin cheap
Then fuck 'em, you ain't need that
Send a bottle wit a note
Sip, get ya teeth wet

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Drag-On]
So niggaz where yo ladies at?
Ladies where yo niggaz at?
Killaz where yo clickaz at?
Took it, I won't give it back
Swallow this Cris while I
Get you where yo ribs is at
And yeah thats how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
[two claps] Clap twice [two claps] I'm that nice
Ya funny faggots like Bernie Mac in +Life+
Lets see y'all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
I walk and talk my shit
Breaka, breaka, one, nine
Eve let them bitches know
Three runnin wit the flow
We gonna block them though
Then we gonna lock the door

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Drag-On]
Yo, yo
In the club we get our niggaz in
We pay off security
Same niggaz that couldn't get in
Ya niggaz remember me

[Eve]
Aiiyo
Ladies - where you at?
Stuck up, don't reply
Where you at? (here we go!)
Thats right, keep it live

[Drag-On]
West Coast, we could ride
East Coast, fuckin live
Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that
Make 'em bounce that

[Eve]
Nigga this here nasty
Keep the shit rockin
Always Double-R, keep shit knockin

[Drag-On]
You know how Ruff Ryders do
You push, we "Ryde or Die" all you
I got heat to make the steam boil

[Eve]
Heard you was frontin on the camp niggaz
Stop that hot shit, all day
Clown yeah, we got that

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Swizz Beatz]
Ya ain't ready for this shit right here
Ya ain't ready for this thing right here
Bounce! Bounce! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Swizz Beatz!
I keep my chain sippin
Two-thousand-and-one
Put fire on ya ass!
We gon' peep that fire on ya ass!
Lets go
That's right
Play the shit right
03:54 224 5,85 0.10
11
Switch Lyrics
[CHORUS]
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey
Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it

[Verse 1]
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey
Vibe to vibe a second, it's a club girl why you arrived naked
Hear that, how the veteran glide the record
But don't download, go out and buy the record
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey
Something sexy bout her
Girl on the floor, all her friends around her
I mean real clean, ain't gotta touch or nothing
It ain't like I like a chick on chick or something
I'm just a sucker for a hot track
Gimme a drink and a chick to tell 'Stop that'
Dance is a hop and a clap, flip it round
Now bring it on back, break it down
Now Switch!

Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it



[Verse 2]
Uh uh uh
I gotta question, I need to ask somebody
Why is it that when y'all see me at the party
Y'all be looking like 'Ooo he a movie star
He ain't supposed to be out on the floor with everybody'
But oh wait, whoa y'all forgetting
When I was, amateur spitting before the scripts were written




First one in, last one out the club
Bursting in, passing out in the club
Back at it, this cat is the wit and the charm
Taking you higher like a syringe hittin ya arm
Bringing the fire, making you Benz ring the alarm
Let me see you clap, spin baby come on
Switch!

Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it


Heeeeeeeeeeeeey, heeeeeeeeeeeeey

[Verse 3]
Oh you just gonna stand there huh?
What you too cute to dance? Or you scared?
It ain't really that hard to do and
I ain't trying to be in love with you and
All I wanted was a moment or two to
See if you could do that Switch-a-roo and
Shut your mouth fool, get your crew and
The thick body and the rear one too and
I'll be right hear waiting on you to
See if y'all can do that Switch-a-roo

Heeeeeeeeeeeeey, heeeeeeeeeeeeey

That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, do that thing mama
That's what I'm talking bout, Switch

Switch, turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
03:20 240 5,45 0.10
12
Thong Song Lyrics
[Spoken]
(This thin' right here...is lettin' all the ladies know)
(What guys talk 'bout...you know, the finer things in life)
(Check it out)

[Verse 1]
Ooo da dress so scandalous
And you know another nigga couldn't handle it
So you shakin' da thang like who's da dish
With a look in your eyes so devilish
Uh, you like to dance at all the hip hop spots
She cruise through the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban, she likes the pop cause
She was livin' the vida loca
She had dumps like a truck (truck, truck)
Thighs like what (what, what)
Baby move your butt (butt, butt)

I think I sing it again
She had dumps like a truck (truck, truck)
Thighs like what (what, what)
All night long, let me see that thong

[Chorus]
I like it when the beat go du nu du nu
Baby make your booty go (du nu du nu)(baby)
Girl I know you wanna show (du nu du nu)
That thong, thong, thong, thong
I like it when the beat go (du nu du nu)
Baby make your booty go (du nu du nu)
Girl I know you wanna show (du nu du nu)
That thong, thong, thong, thong

[Verse 1b]
That girl so scandalous
And you know another nigga couldn't handle it
Cause she shakin' da thang like who's da ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish
Uh, she like to dance at all the hip hop spots
She cruise through the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban, she likes the pop cause
She was livin' the vida loca
She had dumps like a truck (truck, truck)
Thighs like what (what, what)
Baby move your butt (butt, butt)

I think I sing it again
She had dumps like a truck (truck, truck)
Thighs like what (what, what)
All night long, let me see that thong

Repeat [Chorus] 2x

[Verse2] (Spoken)

Dat dress so scandalous
And I swear another nigga couldn't handle it
So you shakin' dat thang like who's da ish
With a look in your eyes so devilish
You like to dance at all the hip hop spots
You cruise through the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban, you likes the pop cause
You we livin' the vida loca
She had dumps like a truck (truck, truck)
Thighs like what (what, what)
Baby move your butt (butt, butt)

I think I'll sing it again

Repeat [Chorus] 5x
04:15 240 7,15 0.10
13
Dy-Na-Mi-Tee Lyrics
Yo I'm the same little girl that grew up next door to you
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through
Hangin' out all night breakin my curfew
When my daddy hit the door I gave my mumma the blues
Use 2 spend my time blazin' lazin' days away
Thought I was grown left home at 15 didn't want to obey
Had 2 get my act together couldn't take the heat
And now I'm making beats for the streets

I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up ur stereo everybody gotta hear me though
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Hear me bussin' on da radio
Now feel my flow u get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in da video
And I come to rock the show
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody loose control
Let my vibe touch your soul

I remeber all the house parties that took place
Bein' in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base
And my cousins and my brothers we'd sit up all night
Listenin' to my family vibin' till the mornin' light
Remember my first years of school I was so innocent
I just wanted to learn I never been so content
But the more that I learned I found a guidin light
That showed me the need to fight
And be

I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up ur stereo
Everybody gotta hear me though
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Hear me bussin' on da radio
Now feel my flow u get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in da video
And I come to rock the show
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody loose control
Let my vibe touch ur soul

At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy
Anytime I caught his eye I thought that I'd just die
Remember playin' class clown I was just a disruptive fool
And the beatin' I got first time suspended from school
Remember Sunday School and after go to granmas for lunch
Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch
Never had much my mum brother sister and me
But love was enough to succeed
to grow

I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin' up ur stereo
Everybody gotta hear me though
I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Hear me bussin' on da radio
Now feel my flow u get me though
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
See me bouncin' in da video
And I come to rock the show
I'm Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody loose control
Let my vibe touch ur soul

I'm just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
03:40 240 6,23 0.10
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My Love Is Like...Wo
Mya
Lyrics 03:25 272 6,62 0.10
15
Creep
TLC
Lyrics
Yes it's me again
And I'm back
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Oh I oh I oh I baby
Oh I oh I oh I yeah

The 22nd of lonliness and we've
Been through so many thangs
I love my man with all honesty
But I know he's cheatin' on me
I look him in his eyes but all he
Tells me is lies to keep me near
I'll never leave him down though
I might mess around it's only
'Cause I need some affection oh

Chorus:
So I creep yeah
Just keep it on the down low
Said nobody is supposed 2 know
So I creep yeah
'Cause he doesn't know
What I do and no attention
Goes to show oh so I creep

The 23rd of lonliness
And we don't talk
Like we used 2 do
Now it seems pretty
Strange but I'm not
Buggin' 'cause I still feel
The same yeah yeah
I'll keep giving loving
Till the day he pushes me away
Never go astray
If he knew the
Things I did he couldn't
Handle it
And I choose 2 keep him
Protected oh

Chorus

I think about us baby all the time
But you know that I'm gonna need some attention
Yeah, yeah can you dig it
Love you forever baby soul & mind
And you gotta know if
You don't give it I'ma
Get mine

Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Oh I oh I oh I baby
Oh I oh I oh I yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Chorus

I creep around because I need some attention
Don't mess around with my affection

Oh I oh I oh I yeah

Chorus
04:30 272 8,38 0.10
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Get Me Home Lyrics 03:52 224 6,04 0.10
17
The Truth Lyrics
(feat. R.Kelly)

(truth)
now see i try to keep the peace
but your lies is killin me
your ass is in these streets
wit dem bogus late nite creeps
u said u were wit your boyz
and then u try 2 switch it
go ahead with the bull shit
cuz i aint none of these bitches
the truth has come to get ya
pain is about tuh split ya
u done put your hands on me
and dre's about tuh get witcha
i done messed around and spotted u like u wuz famous
now u got that dumb look on ur face like wut ur name is?
nigga i know wut ur game is
u done lied to me so much its painless
boy u took mommies seed for granted
now ur cheatin ass is about to be stranded

(chorus)
cuz most of ya'll niggas cant deal wit da TRUTH
hatin when ur woman starts hittin ya wit da TRUTH
try tuh turn it all around when u know its da TRUTH
and u always runnin away from the TRUTH
u lied til u make urself think its the TRUTH
undress the lie tell me wut u got TRUTH
shoulda been up frount and jus told the TRUTH
but instead u wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

(truth)
now see time and time again
u gotten away with murder
if da bitch hauls here again
see ima have tuh hurt her
boy that u roll with
he be hittin on me
u so busy partyin
ur 2 damn blind 2 see
u dont think that i know the scheme
ur messin with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen
boy there aint much u can get past me
i gon leave ur ass cryin take it from me

(chorus)

(r.kelly)
mommy listen up u got me confused
told u i was out smokin with my dudes
then we pop kris right after we hit da swiss
and later that night shortie u wont believe dis shyt
there was a knock at the door now check it im bout tuh hip ya
door opens wide about 10 or 11 strppers
first thing i did was go into a room 2 pick up
a phone to call u but no said the liqour
now i got the hiccups
boys jus like a stick up
now i come up off in here to hear ur ass bicker
and after all that wut even makes the shyt the worse
even tho im wrong i admit the truth hurts

(chorus 2x)
03:56 176 4,75 0.10
18
Happy Birthday Lyrics
Happy Birthday. So make a wish.

Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been.
Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes.
I paid for the murder before they determined the sex,
choosing our life over your life meant your death.
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes,
sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life.
Would you have been a little genius? In love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper?
Would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose,
and the way you would've laughed and talked fast or slow.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would've been.


Happy Birthday
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake


I got a million excuses, as to why you died.
And other people got their own reasons for homicide.
Who's to say it would've worked and who's to say it wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad.
The fear of being my father has never disappeared,
I ponder it frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer.
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
so when it came time to create, I made a mistake.
But now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you.
Maybe you really forgave us knowing we were confused.
Maybe, every time that he smiles it's you proudly knowing
that your father's doing the right thing now.
I'll never tell a woman what to do with her body,
but if she don't love children, then we can't party.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would've been.


Happy Birthday
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake


And from the Heavens to the womb to the Heavens again.
From the ending to the ending, never got to begin.
Maybe one day we can meet face to face,
in a place without time and space. Happy birthday.

What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake
03:16 208 4,52 0.10