• Title:Juicy
  • Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
  • Album:The Notorious B.I.G.: Greatest Hits
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    (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
    Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
    And all the niggas in the struggle
    You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
    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 in Bambu, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri
    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)
    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
    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 Alizé 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 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
    Livin' life without fear
    Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
    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
    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 thirsty
    Uh, damn right, I like the life I live
    'Cause I went from negative to positive
    And it's all (It's all good, nigga)
    Representin' B-Town in the house
    Junior Mafia, mad flavor
    Uh, uh, yeah, aight
    Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
    Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
    Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
    It's all good
    That's right, '94
    And on and on, and on and on