Lyrics Juicy - Remastered (Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G.

("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 nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 (it's all good, nigga)
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm saying? Ha-ha (yeah)
It's all good, baby, baby
Yeah, uh

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up! Magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine (yeah, yeah)
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 (yeah, yeah)
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (what's up?)

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, yeah)
Uh, 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 Moet and Alizé keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me (that's right)
I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff (it's all good)
I was too used to packing 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 (yeah, come on)
Living life without fear
Putting five-carats 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, 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

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 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- (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are (uh, uh)
Don't let 'em hold you down
(And if you don't know, now you know, nigga) reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many (uh)
'Cause you're the only one
(And if you don't know, now you know, nigga) I'll give you good and plenty

Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior M.A.F.I.A., mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, a'ight

You know very well (you know) who you are (who you are to me)
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

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A., 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
You know very well (it's all good) who you are (yeah)
Don't let 'em hold you down...