Juicy Songtext - The Notorious B.I.G.

Juicy - The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]

Fuck all y'all, hoes
Get a grip, motherfucker
Yeah, this album is dedicated

To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling in front of

That called the police on me
When I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm saying

It's all good baby baby

[Verse 1]
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
Smoking weed on Bambu, sipping 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 Starski (wassup)
I'm blowing up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

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

[Verse 2]
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 Aliz

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