The Notorious B.I.G.:Juicy
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This song is performed by The Notorious B.I.G. and appears on the album Ready To Die (1994).
Intro:
(freek all you people) Get a grip sucka.
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 niggas 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 till 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 winna'
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 Moët 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 butta' 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
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
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
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
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 SUCKA
(freek all you people) Get a grip sucka.
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 niggas 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 till 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 winna'
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 Moët 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 butta' 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
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
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
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
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 SUCKA
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