Juicy

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You know very well
 Who you are
 Don't let 'em hold you down
 Reach up for the stars
 If you have that goal
 But not that many
 'Cause you're the only one
 That gives you good and plenty
 Well 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 on 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
 ??? 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 so so good)
 And if you don't know, now you know, you know
 Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
 When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
 ??? 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 lounging
 Celebrating every day, no more public housing
 Thinking 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... so good
 If you don't know, now you know, you know, you know
 

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Duration
04:02
Key
10
Tempo
123 BPM

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