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Juicy

アーティスト:The Notorious B.I.G.  アルバム:Ready To Die 

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Fuck all y'all, hoes Get a grip motherfucker Yeah, 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 Smoking weed and 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 Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup) 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, 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


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