Juicy

Fuck y'all hoes
Get a grip, motherfucker
Yeah

This album's dedicated to all the teachers
That told me that I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I was hustlin' upon
That called the police over when I was tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
And all the niggas in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ha, so good, baby, baby

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D 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 on bambo, sippin' on a private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember rappin' to "Du-ha, du-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 winner
'Member when I used to eat sardines for dinner

Peace to Ron B, Brucie B, Kid DeFree
Funkmaster Flex, Low Pro, 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

You know very well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, and that's the minute
'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 from the Brooklyn way
The Mo way and the L.O.C
Keep it 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 used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter plays 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 ear
Munchies, brunchies, 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, and that's the minute
'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
Fifty-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Four Gs, about two Gs flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew's loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'

Thinkin' back to my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an Ac' with mink 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 were the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we're thirsty, uh

Damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to the positive, and that's all

If you don't know, you know now, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are

And if you don't know, you know now, nigga
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, and that's the minute

And if you don't know, you know now, nigga
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty

Representin' the town and the house
Henny Bouncin', Las Vegas
Uh, uh, yeah
You give me good and plenty, baby
You know very well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, and that's the minute
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty

You give me good and plenty, baby
You know very well who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, and that's the minute
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty