Juicy Lyrics - Ready To Die - Notorious B.i.g.

Fuck all you hoes 

Get a grip mothafucka 

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 

And all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? 

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 

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I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped 

Smokin' weed and bamboo, 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 Starsky 

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would 

Call the crib, same number same hood, 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 

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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 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 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 

And it's still 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 

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis 

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

50 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 loungin' 

Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' 

Thinkin' 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 thirsty 

Damn right I like the life I live 

'Cause I went from negative to positive 

And it's all, 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 

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

You had a goal, but not that many 

'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty 

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

Representin' B-Town in the house 

Junior Mafia, Mad Flavor, uh, uh 

Aight, yeah 

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