The Hit Factory in New York City, New York - Juicy lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] f** all you, hoes! Get a grip, motherf**er! Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nuttin To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling in front of Called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter And all the n***as in the struggle You know what I'm saying? It's all good, baby baby [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 weed 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, 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, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wa**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) And if you don't know, now you know, n***a [Hook: Total] 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 [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like bu*ter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Putting 5 carats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool cause I dropped outta high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, n***a [Hook: Total] 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 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 n***a) And if you don't know, now you know, n***a [Hook: Total + The Notorious B.I.G.] You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down And if you don't know, now you know, n***a 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 And if you don't know, now you know, n***a [Ad-Libs: The Notorious B.I.G.] Representin' B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor Uh, yh, yeah A-ight [Hook: Total] 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 [Outro: Puff Daddy + Total] Biggie Smalls, it's all good n***a Junior Mafia It's all good n***a Bad Boy It's all good n***a 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 Reach for the stars [Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]