Juicy [Radio Edit]
The Notorious B.I.G.
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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 Called the police on me When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby (check it) It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh) Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right) I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?) Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood It's all good (it's all good) Uh (yeah, check it) And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on) You know very well (yeah) Who you are (money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (it's all good) You had a goal (come on) But not that many (it's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (check it) I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah) And I'm far from cheap I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn) The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy Girls used to diss me Now they writin' letters 'cause they miss me (yeah) I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff (uh-huh) I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (come on) Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo' for weeks Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right) Livin' life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch) Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah) Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good (still all good) Uh (it's all good) And if you don't know, now you know You know very well (come on) Who you are (bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (clothes) Reach for the stars You had a goal (mansions, yachts) But not that many (ha, it's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) 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 (woo) 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' (uh-huh) Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (yeah) 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 thirsty (thirsty, come on) Uh, damn right, I like the life I live (yeah) 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all (it's all good) (it's all good) And if you don't know, now you know (that's right, come on) You know very well (money) Who you are (uh, uh) (hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know Reach for the stars (now you know, that's right) You had a goal (it's all good) But not that many (all good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast represent) And if you don't know, now you know I'll give you good and plenty (come on) Lettin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on) Yeah (oh) Ha, Junior Mafia (hey, yeah) Ha You know very well You know (Puff Daddy) Who you are Don't let 'em hold you-
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Written by: Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, James Mtume, Jean Claude Olivier
Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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