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Hip-Hop History: The Collection
Disc 1
01. Don’t Stop… Planet Rock
02. Sign of the Times
03. Play That Beat Mr. D.J.
04. Me, Myself and I
05. I’m Your Pusher / Pusherman
06. Ain’t No Half-Steppin’
07. Top Billin’
08. Talkin’ All That Jazz
09. No Sell Out
10. Eeenie Meenie Beats
11. Watch Me Now
12. Buddy
13. Breaker’s Revenge
14. Raw (Edit)
15. Pack Jam
16. What "U" Waitin’ "4"
17. Ladies First
18. It’s Funky Enough
Disc 2
01. Just a Friend
02. Mistadobalina
03. O.G. Original Gangster
04. O.P.P.
05. They Reminisce Over You
06. They Want EFX
07. Can I Get Some Dap
08. Party Over Here
09. Gangsta Bitch
10. Peachfuzz
11. Ghetto Heaven
12. Pass da Mic
13. Just When You Thought It Was Safe
14. Not Gonna Be Able to Do It
15. Dope On Plastic (vocal)
16. Checkin’ Out the Ave.
17. The Humpty Dance
18. The Creator
Disc 3
01. Gangsta’s Paradise
02. Hypnotize
03. Shimmy Shimmy Ya
04. Feel So Good
05. Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Could See
06. Player’s Anthem
07. Superthug
08. Flava in Ya Ear
09. I Like It (I Wanna Be Where You Are)
10. Real Hip-Hop
11. Slow Down (2006 remastered version)
12. Syntax Era
13. Back in the Day
14. What You Want
15. Problems
16. Cha Cha Cha
17. 360 (What Goes Around) (2006 remastered version)
18. Cold Rock a Party
Disc 4
01. Or Nah (remix)
02. All Eyes on You
03. Strange Clouds
04. Top
05. Coco
06. Best Friend
07. Whatever You Like
08. Daydreamin’
09. Opposite of Adults
10. Lighters Up
11. Work It
12. Holy Calamity (Bear Witness II)
13. I Got Love
14. Breathe
15. Knuck If You Buck
16. My Projects
17. Some Cut
18. If I Could Go!
Uh, uh, (uh, come on)

Ha, sicker than your average, Poppa twist cabbage off instinct
Niggas don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn (that's right)
Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there e'ry night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underoos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
Do somethin' to us, talk go through us (come on, do it)

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who, us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (he, he)
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3 (take that, take that, take that, ha ha!)
Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggas frontin', ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin')
So I just speak my piece, keep my peace (come on)
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you)
Packin', askin', "Who want it?", you got it, nigga, flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

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, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (ha)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
All Philly hoes go with Moschino (come on)
Every cutie with a booty bought a Coogi
Now who's the real dookie? Meaning, who's really the shit?
Them niggas ride dicks, Frank White push the six
Or the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof glass, tints if I want some ass

Gonna blast, squeeze first, ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
At last, a nigga rappin' about blunts and broads
Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars
I'll still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment (uh-uh)
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
"Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement"
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not Guilty)
Richer than Richie, 'til you niggas come and get me (come on)

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, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I can fill you with real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
Escargot, my car go one-sixty, swiftly (come on)
Wreck it, buy a new one
Your crew run-run-run, your crew run-run
I know you sick of this, name brand nigga with
Flows, girls say he's sweet like licorice
So, get with this nigga, it's easy (uh-huh)
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'
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that ass leakin', like rapper demo
Tell them ho take they clothes off slowly (slowly)
Hit 'em with the force like Obi (Obi)
Dick black like Toby (Toby)
Watch me roam like Romey (Romey)
Lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe? Show me, homie (say what, homie?)

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, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
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, can't you see? (Uh-huh)
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hypnotize)
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