The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy Clean Version for my class use lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy Clean Version for my class use lyrics]
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good baby, baby, check it
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
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 Starsky
Now honies play me close
Like butter played 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 ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
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
Damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all, it's all good
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good baby, baby, check it
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
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 Starsky
Now honies play me close
Like butter played 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 ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
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
Damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all, it's all good