JUICY
The Notrious B.I.G Lyrics

Yeah, this album is dedicated
This album is dedicated to all who didn't believe in me

To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
This is dedicated to all the teachers who never believed in me

To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
This is dedicated to everyone who didn't support me when I was hustling to feed my daughter

Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
This is dedicated to everyone who called the police on me while I was trying to make ends meet

And all the niggas in the struggle
This is dedicated to all those who have faced struggles

You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
But it's all good, baby baby

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine
I once dreamed of success and read magazines like Word Up! for inspiration

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
I used to imagine myself riding in limousines with my idols Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D

Hangin' pictures on my wall
I used to hang pictures of my idols on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I used to listen to Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, and Marley Marl every Saturday

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
I would listen to my mixtape until the tape stopped working

Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
I used to smoke weed and drink Private Stock in Bambu

Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
I remember when I used to wear a red and black lumberjack jacket

With the hat to match
And a matching hat

Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
Do you remember Rappin' Duke and his catchphrase "Duh-ha, duh-ha"?

You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
No one ever thought hip-hop would become so successful

Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Now I'm successful and in the spotlight because of my tight rhymes

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
It's time to make money and become as famous as the World Trade Center

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I was born as a sinner, the opposite of a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
I used to be so poor that sardines were my only meal

Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
Shoutouts to Ron G, Brucie B, and Kid Capri

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
And also to Funkmaster Flex and Lovebug Starski

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
I'm becoming successful just like people thought I would

Call the crib, same number, same hood
Even with success, I still live in the same neighborhood and have the same phone number

It's all good (it's all good)
But everything is okay

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
If you didn't know about me before, now you do

You know very well
You already know

Who you are
Your true self

Don't let 'em hold you down
Don't let others discourage you

Reach for the stars
You should aim for greatness

You had a goal
You had something you wanted to achieve

But not that many
But maybe not as many goals as I had

'Cause you're the only one
Because you are unique

I'll give you good and plenty
I'll give you all the good things you desire

I made the change from a common thief
I changed from being a thief

To up close and personal with Robin Leach
To a successful lifestyle and being close with Robin Leach

And I'm far from cheap
And I'm not cheap

I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
I smoke weed with my friends all day

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
I advocate for spreading love, as it's the culture of Brooklyn

The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy
I enjoy drinking Moët and Alizé which makes me drunk

Girls used to diss me
Girls used to reject me

Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
Now they write letters to me because they miss me

I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I never thought I could become successful in rap

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
I was used to carrying guns and living a life of crime

Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
Now ladies surround me closely like butter melting on toast

From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
From the Mississippi River to the East Coast

Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
I own condos in Queens and have plenty of weed for weeks

Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
My shows sell out and fans come to hear me speak

Livin' life without fear
I live life without any fear

Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
I'm able to afford putting five karats in my daughter's ear

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
I enjoy having lunch and brunch and doing interviews by the pool

Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
People criticize me for dropping out of high school

Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
People misunderstand the stereotypes associated with black men

And it's still all good
But everything is still okay

Representin' B-Town in the house
I represent Brooklyn in this song

Junior Mafia, mad flavor
Junior Mafia has great style/attitude

Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
It's all good for Biggie Smalls

Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
It's all good for Junior Mafia

Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
It's all good for Bad Boy

That's right, '94
This song was released in 1994

And on and on, and on and on
The song continues