Juicy

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 and called the police on me when I was just tryin'
 To make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)
 And to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)
 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 (boom!)
 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
 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 (c'mon)
 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, uh
 And if you don't know, now you know
 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 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)
 And if you don't know, now you know
 You know very well who you are
 Don't let 'em hold you down
 And if you don't know, now you know
 Reach for the stars
 You had a goal but not that many
 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)
 I'll give you good and plenty
 Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
 Junior Mafia, mad flavor
 Uh, uh, yeah, aight
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 You know very well (you know) who you are
 Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)
 Reach for the stars
 You had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many
 'Cause you're the only one
 I'll give you good and plenty