Juicy

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

That called the police on me when I was just trying

To make some money to feed my daughter (Yeah)

And to all my peoples in the struggle

You know what I'm saying?

It's all good baby, baby (Check it, check it)

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine (Uh-huh)

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

Hanging pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (Huh, that's right, that's right)

I let my tape rock till my tape popped

Smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on Private Stock (Yeah)

Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack

With the hat to match (Huh)

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 (Yeah)

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 (Mm-hmm)

Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (What's up?)

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski

I'm blowing up like you thought I would

Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good, uh (Yeah, check it)

And if you don't know, now you know, you know (Uh, come on)

You know very well who you are (Money, **** and clothes)

Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, ha-ha)

Reach for the stars (It's all good)

You had a goal, but not that many (Come on, it's all good)

'Cause you're the only one

I'll give you good and plenty (Check it)

I made the change from a common thief

To up close and personal with Robin Leach (Yeah)

And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)

The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me

Now they write letters 'cause they miss me (Yeah)

I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff (Uh-huh)

I was too used to packing **** and stuff (Come on)

Now honeys play me close like butter play toast

From the Mississippi down to the East Coast (Uh-huh)

Condos in Queens, indo for weeks

Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (That's right)

Living life without fear

Putting five carats in my baby girl ear

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (Lunches, brunches)

Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (Yeah)

Stereotypes of a Black male, misunderstood

And it's still all good, uh (It's all good)

And if you don't know, now you know, you know (Check it)

You know very well who you are (Come on, come on, bankrolls)

Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes)

Reach for the stars

You had a goal, but not that many (Mansions, yachts, huh, it's all good)

'Cause you're the only one

I'll give you good and plenty ('94)

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this (Huh)

Fifty-inch screen, money-green leather sofa

Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (Woo)

Phone bill about two G's flat

No need to worry, my accountant handles that (That's right)

And my whole crew is lounging

Celebrating every day, no more public housing (Uh-uh)

Thinking back on my one-room shack

Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back (Yeah)

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 (Thirsty, come on)

Damn right, I like the life I live (Yeah)

'Cause I went from negative to positive

And it's all (It's all good)

And if you don't know, now you know, you know (That's right, ha-ha, come on)

You know very well who you are (Money, **** and clothes)

Don't let 'em hold you down

And if you don't know, now you know, you know (Bankrolls, now you know)

Reach for the stars (That's right)

You had a goal, but not that many (It's all good, all good)

'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent)

And if you don't know, now you know, you know

I'll give you good and plenty (Come on)

Reppin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)

Junior M.A.F.I.A., mad flavor, uh, uh (Bad Boy, huh, I see you, Cooch)

Yeah, alright (Come on, yeah, Junior M.A.F.I.A., huh)

You know very well who you are (Puff Daddy)

You know, who you are to me

Don't let 'em hold you down

Don't (Come on)

Reach for the stars

You had a goal, but not that many (It's all good, it's all good)

You had a goal, not that many, baby (Brooklyn, Brooklyn)

'Cause you're the only one (Bronx, Queens)

I'll give you good and plenty

Uptown

Money earnin' Mount Vernon

Huh, South Central

Detroit

East side

West side

It's all good, ****

That's right