Juicy

Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothing, 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 And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm saying? 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 and 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 (wassup) I'm blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood (that's right) It's all good (it's aaalll good) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus] You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a few, 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 Alize 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 5 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, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus] 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 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 thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all (It's all good) Aand if you don't know, now you know, nigga