Notorious Big - Juicy (lyrics)

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 Intro:

 (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 daughter

 and all the niggaz in the struggle you know what I'm sayin'?

 Uh ha it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

 

 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 goal, but not that many

 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

 

 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 play toast

 From the Mississippi down to the east coast

 Condos in Queens, endo 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

 

 chorus:

 you know very well who you are

 dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars

 you had a goal, but not that many

 'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty

 

 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)

 ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

 

 chorus:

 you know very well who you are

 dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars

 you had a goal, but not that many

 'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty

 

 Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

 Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh

 Uh, yeah, a-ight

 

 chorus:

 you know very well who you are

 don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars

 you had a goal, but not that many

 'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty MUTHA FUCKA