Lyrics Juicy (Soundtrack Version) - 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 nothin'
To all the people
That lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
That called the police on me
When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ha, it's all good baby baby, uh

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 and bamboo, 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
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

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

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 your the only one I'll give you good and plenty

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, aight

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 your the only one, I'll give you good and plenty

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 you know very well, who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars...