Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy Lyrics
Intro:(***** all you hoes) get a grip mother*****er.Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told meId never amount to nothin, to all the people that lived above theBuildings that I was hustlin in front of that called the police onMe when I was just tryin to make some money to feed my daughters,And all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what Im sayin?Uh-ha, its all good baby bay-bee, uhVerse one:It was all a dreamI used to read word up magazineSaltnpepa and heavy d up in the limousineHangin pictures on my wallEvery saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marlI let my tape rock til my tape poppedSmokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember rappin duke, duh-ha, duh-haYou never thought that hip hop would take it this farNow Im in the limelight cause I rhyme tightTime to get paid, blow up like the world tradeBorn sinner, the opposite of a winnerRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerPeace to ron g, brucey b, kid capriFunkmaster flex, lovebug starskyIm blowin up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number same hoodIts all goodUh, and if you dont know, now you know, nigga, uhChorus:You know very well who you areDont let em hold you down, reach for the starsYou had a go, but not that manycause youre the only one Ill give you good and plentyVerse two:I made the change from a common thiefTo up close and personal with robin leachAnd Im far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all daySpread love, its the brooklyn wayThe moet and alize keep me pissyGirls used to diss meNow they write letters cause they miss meI never thought it could happen, this rappin stuffI was too used to packin gats and stuffNow honies play me close like butter played toastFrom the mississippi down to the east coastCondos in queens, indo for weeksSold out seats to hear biggie smalls speakLivin life without fearPuttin 5 karats in my baby girls earsLunches, brunches, interviews by the poolConsidered a fool cause I dropped out of high schoolStereotypes of a black male misunderstoodAnd its still all goodUh...and if you dont know, now you know, niggaVerse three:Super nintendo, sega genesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldnt picture this50 inch screen, money green leather sofaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeurPhone bill about two gs flatNo need to worry, my accountant handles thatAnd my whole crew is lounginCelebratin every day, no more public housinThinkin back on my one-room shackNow my mom pimps a ac with minks on her backAnd she loves to show me off, of courseSmiles every time my face is up in the sourceWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why christmas missed usBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ayUh, damn right I like the life I livecause I went from negative to positiveAnd its all...(its all good)...and if you dont know, now you know, nigga, uhUh, uh...and if you dont know, now you know, niggaUh...and if you dont know, now you know, nigga, uhRepresentin b-town in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uhUh, yeah, a-ight
