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Juicy - The Notorious BIG [Lyrics]
 
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Twitter: @GoTechMintNewz One of the greatest hip hop songs of all time. 15 years and the song still goes hard
Views: 12417329 411Ch
The Notorious BIG - Juicy (Lyrics)
 
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From The Album "Ready To Die" Lyrics From http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/notoriousbig/juicy.html [Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 12562946 Qom Qazamah
Word Up! Magazine 2019 - ARISTOKRATENE (HJEMMESNEKK)
 
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Video: Vetle Ottem Frantzvaag "Halla, kom til Lillestrøm a faggot" "Kom til Fredrikstad a taper" "Er ikke du i Oslo a, lettere å møte oss det er nærmest for oss begge" "Oslo s da" "okei du meg en mot en, ingen andre, fair fight" "aight og du kan gjette hvem som ikke møtte opp, huh for du vet hvem den er retta til" Å vi synger å å ååååiiåååå yuu Ref: Word up magazine, stilen den er clean har med bitchen din i loungen så du vet at det blir klin (skrr) Benzin: 13 år ferdig nå har jeg planer om å klikke er du feit må jeg spørre deg hyggelig om å stikke jeg skal drikke, drikke, drikke også drikke for du vet denne snekken her for norge til å nikke (who whoo) Jeg mixer lean og popper ritalin når jeg er ferdig må du hjem, slutt å grin kall meg charlie sheen, pisse ække clean melder pæs på tunge damer, ha deg vekk du r ikke fin, nei 1605. word up allways, f-f-f fucka beat i was tryna beat a case uh, ay, beat a case, finlandshette på no face, no case Don DiscJockey x Chubb: Tar dama di brady (hun er fin hun er min) Nå er hun min lady (hun er keen hun er vill) Kamp drip blir for shady( hun er rå hun er digg Så ta hun med hit Don DiscJockey: Er på word up magazine, så du vet at det går galt Hitter up en plug, får stashet mitt som avtalt// nummer en i fredrikstad, bare så du veit det// bussen som er kjent for å ditche damer som er feite fakker dama di, har kroppen full av weed// hun ba meg ringe opp, får se om jeg får tid// tjener raske penger, kall meg need for speed// fack med oss, og vi banker deg som creed REF: Word up magazin stilen den er clean har med bitchen din i loungen så du vet at det blir clean X3 Word up magazin stilen den er clean fakker opp Bridge: Shoutout til 1600 Shoutout til brygga Shoutout til nellys Shoutout til mind your manners Shoutout til gutta mine Benzin: La oss få det på, 13 lange år, la oss grove nå Ayy La oss få det på, 13 lange år, det er over nå Ayy la oss grove nå ayy la oss få det på ayy 13 lange år det er over nå ayy Chubb: Faded, faded, har allerede played it Gutter på 18 som allerede har made it Holder det ekte med gucci klær og belte, Sjarmerer dama di og får hjertet til å smelte Favoritt tracken din, er på Molly kokain, Word up magazin, den våte drømmen din bassen sprenger, kaster penger, gutta denger, snekken fenger, findlandshetter REF: Word up magazin stilen den er clean har med bitchen din i loungen så du vet at det blir clean X4
Views: 5580 Word Up Magazine
Biggie Smalls-Juicy(Lyrics)
 
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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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 16565126 MuzicGamba
Mindless Behavior in word UP Magazine
 
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this is mindless behavior in the Word up magazine, issue Sept. 2011. i just love them n thought i shuld share this
Views: 3399 crazzy4eva101
STORMZY - VOSSI BOP
 
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STREAM/ DOWNLOAD "VOSSI BOP" NOW: https://lnk.to/Vossi-Bop STORMZY: FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/stormzyofficial/ INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/stormzy/ TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Stormzy WEBSITE: https://stormzy.com/ PRODUCTION COMPANY: CAVIAR DIRECTOR: HENRY SCHOLFIELD EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: DANIELLA MANCA PRODUCER: AMALIA ROSEN-RAWLINGS, JAVIER ALEJANDRO PRODUCTION MANAGER: ZOE TRAVICA, ALICE WHITE PRODUCTION ASSISTANT: DAPHNE DO, CHIROLLES KHALIL D.O.P: KANAME ONOYAMA STEADICAM: JOSH BROOKS, RICHARD LEWIS FOCUS PULLER: SIMON LAKOS 1ST AD: JAI LUSSER ART DIRECTOR: OIAN ARTETA CHOREOGRAPHER: SHAY LATUKOLAN CASTING: KHARMEL COCHRANE @ KHARMEL COCHRANE CASTING STYLIST: TERRI HIGGINS IDRIS STYLIST: CHERYL KONTEH MAKE-UP ARTIST: JESSICA SUMMER EDITOR: VID PRICE @ TRIM EDITING VFX: JIM ALLEN @ SCRAMBLE ADDITIONAL POST: ENVY COLOUR: ELECTRIC THEATRE COLLECTIVE COLOURIST: LUKE MORRISON LABEL: ATLANTIC RECORDS COMMISSIONER: DAN CURWIN STORMZY STYLING: MELISSA HOLDBROOK-AKPOSOE STORMZY GROOMING: MARIA COMPARETTO STORMZY HAIR: SLIDER CUTS #MERKY #VOSSIBOP
Views: 46696346 Stormzy
NEW 2015 - 2Pac - "Ghetto Dreams" Feat. Nas & Notorious B.I.G. *HOT*
 
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Donate to me for making new remixes possible: http://goo.gl/XyfOo Like me on facebook: http://www.facebook.com/OfficialDJAudacity Follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/RealDJAudacity HOT NEW song from 2015 with 2Pac Feat. Nas & Notorious B.I.G. named "Ghetto Dreams" Download link: http://www.mediafire.com/listen/8eij6qqt7k4hg4q/Ghetto+Dreams+%28DJ+Audacity+Remix%29.mp3 Beat produced by Ear 2 Tha Beat and hook sung by Fudge: http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=1011332 Lyrics: Intro (2Pac): Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A spot where WE belong, that's just for us Niggaz ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood Y'knahmean? Where do niggaz go when we die? Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga That's why we go to thug mansion Hook (Fudge): And I'm gon' make it out of here one day I promise Imma shake these problems and all this drama Buy a big house on the hill, get the f*ck up outta here For real, for real, for real Imma be livin' these ghetto dreams 1st verse (2Pac): A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my mind's eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion Hook (Fudge): And I'm gon' make it out of here one day I promise Imma shake these problems and all this drama Buy a big house on the hill, get the f*ck up outta here For real, for real, for real Imma be livin' these ghetto dreams 2nd verse (Nas): Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up, giving a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out Hook (Fudge): And I'm gon' make it out of here one day I promise Imma shake these problems and all this drama Buy a big house on the hill, get the f*ck up outta here For real, for real, for real Imma be livin' these ghetto dreams 3rd verse (Notorious B.I.G.): 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 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 Hook (Fudge): And I'm gon' make it out of here one day I promise Imma shake these problems and all this drama Buy a big house on the hill, get the f*ck up outta here For real, for real, for real Imma be livin' these ghetto dreams Outro (Nas): I wanna dedicate this out here To all the streets, All 'n everybody in the hood Getting cought up in drama Shooting and going to jail for nothing Getting killed for nothing. You gotta avoid that stuff.
Views: 22236 RealDJAudacity
House of Pain - Jump Around (Official Music Video)
 
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Download/Stream - https://tommyboy.lnk.to/HouseOfPainJumpAround Follow Our Official Spotify Playlist: https://tommyboy.lnk.to/PlaylistSpotify Listen to More Tommy Boy Classics: https://VA.lnk.to/TommyBoyClassics ************************************ Tommy Boy Music is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature. ************************************ Follow Tommy Boy: https://tommyboy.lnk.to/subscribe https://tommyboy.lnk.to/website https://tommyboy.lnk.to/facebook https://tommyboy.lnk.to/twitter https://tommyboy.lnk.to/instagram https://tommyboy.lnk.to/bandcamp https://tommyboy.lnk.to/soundcloud ************************************ Lyrics: The house of pain is in effect ya'll The house of pain is in effect You know the house of pain is in effect And anyone that steps up is gettin' wrecked Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk you better back up Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up (c'mon!) c'mon throw your hands up If you've got the feeling, jump across the ceiling Muggs lifts a funk flow, someone's talking junk Yo I bust him in the eye, and then I'll take the punk's hoe Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop Sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smacking the hoe Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned Cause I got lyrics, but you ain't got none If you come to battle bring a shotgun! But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel, to the death Trying to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skills, come get your fill Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to Kill I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (17X) I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig, cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger Try to play me out like, as if my name was Sega But I ain't going out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo and I might switch it up up and around, then buck buck you down Put out your head and then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm coming to get ya, I'm coming to get ya Spitting out lyrics, homie I'll wet ya I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around! Jump around! (3X) Jump up, jump up and get down! Jump! (33X) Yo, this is dedicated.. to Joe..DeBerg..Dakota! Grab your bozack, punk! #HipHop #TommyBoyRecords #HouseOfPain #JumpAround
Views: 24434216 Tommy Boy
Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy
 
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LISTEN AND CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!! R.I.P Biggie From Notorious B.I.G Album Notorious : 04 Juicy **Lycris** "Juicy" [Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 670 Classic Rap Music
STORMZY - SHUT UP
 
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iTunes: https://itun.es/gb/_Fe59 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4P3L9MQSsM5OMtQjEaYt0I Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/music/album?id=Bxjqvrfdi6kradrkxovedzikfde Stormzy is back with some old school fire in the park bars following his smash hit debut single "Know Me From" Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stormzyofficial Twitters: https://twitter.com/Stormzy1 https://twitter.com/JaidenRamgeet Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/stormzy1 Instagram: http://instagram.com/stormzyofficial
Views: 90981496 Stormzy
Emily Wells - Juicy
 
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Emily Wells - Juicy Lyrics: 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 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 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 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 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 and if you don't know, now you know 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 thirst-ay damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive ...and if you don't know, now you know 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
Views: 1257 Erekle Xidesheli
Notorious BIG-Juicy
 
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Just as the title says. Lyrics from azlyrics.com 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 7361183 Harrison Marsh
foie bump
 
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George "Joji" Miller is a musician currently based out of New York City. He has also produced music under the name PinkOmega. Please support Joji here: https://soundcloud.com/chloeburbank Lyrics: 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 on 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 For dinner I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowing 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
Views: 216340 VariationArt
Mobb Deep - Shook Ones (Official Video)
 
04:25
Mobb Deep's official music video for 'Shook Ones'. Click to listen to Mobb Deep on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/MobbDeepSpotify?IQ... As featured on The Infamous. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/TheInfamous?IQid=M... Google Play: http://smarturl.it/SOGPlay?IQid=MobbDSO Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TheInfamousAmazon?... More From Mobb Deep Hey Luv (Anything): https://youtu.be/GZydWUidlyA Survival of The Fittest: https://youtu.be/hIq4UTgqDAc Get Away: https://youtu.be/xBGPNNMztqk More great Classic RnB videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicRNB?IQid=Mo... Follow Mobb Deep Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MobbDeepQB Twitter: https://twitter.com/mobbdeep Subscribe to Mobb Deep on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/MobbDeepSub?IQid=M... --------- Lyrics: Word up son, word yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas (yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open) for real niggas who ain't got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this) (just watch my back, I got this first, yo) check it out now (word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda) Son, they shook... 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look they shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks scared to death, scared to look" #MobbDeep #ShookOnes #Vevo
Views: 103686495 MobbDeepVEVO
Lil Twist Behind The Scene: Word Up! Magazine Cover Shoot
 
02:57
Check Out The Behind The Scenes of Lil Twist's Word Up! Magazine Cover Photo Shoot. Don't forget to pick up your copy when it hits shelves!
Views: 86090 Lil Twist
Juicy - Clean Version
 
04:27
Skip to 0:05 This is fully clean version of Juicy. Edited out weed, bamboo, indo, nigga. I do not own any rights to this video. (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 1273799 DaHustla221
B.I.G.- Juicy (The Offical Song)+ Lyrics [Matisyahu Remix]
 
05:10
(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Views: 8879 Isac Gluhic
Notorious BIG. Juicy....International Mim$ feat. Xplosiv Antobraaa
 
04:44
It was all a dream, I used to read word up magazine... R.I.P Biggie
Views: 159 62Frenchfry
Juicy - Biggie Smalls
 
05:05
biggie song
Views: 6841002 Cash 3X Ent
The Notorious B.I.G. - Who Shot Ya?
 
05:21
Official audio to The Notorious B.I.G's "Who Shot Ya?" (C) 1994 Bad Boy Records Lyrics: [Intro: Puffy] As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Now turn the mics up East Coast, motherfuckers Turn that mic up Bad Boy, motherfuckers Yeah, that beat is knocking to that microphone Turn that shit the fuck up Uh, what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh As we proceed to give you what you need J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers 9-5, motherfuckers [Verse 1] Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, shaking the concrete Then the shit stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know that cash rules Everything around me two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm Crooklyn's finest You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this [Interlude] As we proceed to give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need East Coast, motherfuckers Bad Boy, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Smoke blunts, motherfuckers Get high, motherfuckers Ready to die, motherfuckers 9-5, motherfuckers [Verse 2] I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, cocksucker G's up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm You'll die slow but calm Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga Puff Daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings Hammer cock, in the fire position and... [Outro] Come here, come here, (It ain't gotta be like that, Big) Open your fucking mouth, open your—didn't I tell you? Don't fuck with me? (Come on, man) Huh? Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on, man) Look at you now, huh? (Come on, man) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh? Bitch-ass nigga, what? Who shot ya? [6 gunshots]​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ [Outro: Puffy] To give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers Get live, motherfuckers (who shot ya?) Get high, motherfuckers Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah! As we proceed (who shot ya?) To give you what you need 9-5, motherfuckers East Coast, motherfucker (Who shot ya?) West Coast, motherfuckers West Coast, motherfuckers, hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live, motherfuckers 9-5, motherfuckers Get money, motherfuckers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live, motherfuckers 9-5, motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers J.M. motherfuckers As we proceeeeeeed to give you what you need… 9-5
Views: 58706257 Notorious Big
Notorious BIG ft Total - Juice (1994) HQ
 
04:51
Track 10 del disco " Ready to Die " 1994 ft Total (Kima Raynor, Keisha Spivey, Pam Long) Samples: juide fruit de "james mtume" 1982 Bajo el sello Bad Boy Un Temazo! Letra: 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight peace&rap! DayR
Views: 27552 dayrbomb
The Notorious B.I.G. | Juicy (Woody Trap Remix) ft. Vanessa Pritchard
 
04:24
The Notorious B.I.G. | Juicy (Woody Trap Remix) ft. Vanessa Pritchard ----------------------------------------­­--------------------- WE: Comment ✔ Like ✔ Share ✔ Subscribe ✔ ★ If Join the channel ----------------------------------------­­--------------------- (fuck all you hoes) get a grip motherfucker. Yeah this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' to all the people that lived abovethe Buildings that i was hustlin' in front of that called the policeon Me when i was just tryin' to make some money to feed mydaughters And all the niggaz in the struggle you know what i'm sayin'? Uh ha it's all good baby bay-bee, uh 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 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 filla, 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Chorus You know very well who you are Dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause your 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Chorus You know very well who you are Dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' b-town in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight Chorus You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty Tradução Add a playlist Cifra Imprimir Corrigir SEND YOUR OPINION IN COMMENTS ______________________________________________________________ SUPPORT Woody: http://www.facebook.com/woodysproduce https://twitter.com/woodysproduce http://www.woodysproduce.com/ ______________________________________________________________ NOTORIOUS B.I.G WOODY JUICY TRAP BEATS FUTURE BEATS LIFE 2016 GANJA WEED SMOKE ______________________________________________________________ If you are an artist, producer, label owner or photographer and you do not want to see his work in this video , please contact me rather than report it and I 'll delete this video more fast possible ! Contact me here: [email protected]
Views: 21315 trap weed World
The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy
 
05:02
Lyrics: 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, ha It's all good baby baby, uh 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 on 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) Uh, 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 I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the east coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Putting 5 karats in my baby girl's ears 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 Uh ... 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 lounging Celebrating every day, no more public housing Thinking 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 Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight 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 It's all good nigga, Junior Mafia, it's all good nigga, Bad Boy It's all good, it's all good, that's right '94, and on and on... Album: Ready To Die Fair Use Notice: This video constitutes "fair use" of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. In accordance with Title 17 of that section this video is distributed without profit to those with an expressed interest in its content. Enjoy!
Views: 1762 Ixnay on the Hombre
Word up magazines
 
00:09
Views: 15 Sandy Layne
Maya shows new MB word up magazine
 
02:20
WORD UP! MAG! MINDLESS BEHAVIOR!
Views: 287 Mayaloveseveryone
Notorious B.I.G-Juicy [HD]
 
04:30
Lyrics. (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 309284 InstinctBeats
NOTORIOUS B.I.G : JUICY
 
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Just a little video i made of my favorite Notorious B.I.G. song, Juicy. Enjoy (: Here are the lyrics to the song: (Intro) (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh (Verse 1) 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh (Chorus) 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 (Verse 2) 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 ears 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....uh and if you don't know, now you know, nigga (Chorus) 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 (Verse 3) 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 thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight R.I.P. Christopher George Latore Wallace a.k.a. Biggie Smalls Greatest Rapper ever.
Views: 271719 Cory Osborne
WordUP magazine scans
 
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Just showing you guys some of the magazine scans from MB's new wordup magazine issue
Views: 573 MBFanclub Forever
The Notorious BIG - Juicy (Dirty+Lyrics)
 
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OPEN FOR LYRICS!!! I do not own this song just enjoy it! Like the Facebook page - http://www.facebook.com/Gangsta.G.Rap [Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 21509 Georgety
Notorious BIG - Juicy (LYRICS)
 
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Notorious BIG doing his thing on, listen up because he kills it! [Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 2114 MMac_25
Word Up magazine
 
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Views: 92 MikeCasazza
Biggie Smalls - Juicy - LYRICS
 
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Biggie Smalls - Juicy 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good)"
Views: 131413 Coplyn Gray
"Juicy" - The Notorious B.I.G. (ASL)
 
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This is just an ASL interpretation of the song for enjoyment. I own no rights to the lyrics or music at all. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 4420 Shadoe Williamson
NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Juicy (lyrics)
 
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Animated version of the greatest hip hop song in history Not used for any kind of commercial bases lyrics from: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/notoriousbig/juicy.html "Juicy" (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 578 Björgvin Pétur
Notorious B.I.G - Juicy (Bass Boosted)
 
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Don't forget to like and subscribe. Notorious B.I.G - Juicy (Bass Boosted) 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I`m sayin`? Uh-ha, it`s all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One] 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 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 filla, 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 Uh, and if you don`t know, now you know, nigga, uh Chorus: You know very well who you are Don`t let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many `cause you`re the only one I`ll give you good and plenty [Verse Two] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don`t know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don`t know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don`t know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin` B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 9710 Bass Boost by Temp
Juicy - The notorious B.I.G
 
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One of the best songs of Biggie ! EAST SIDEZZZ!!! Lyrics : "(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all... (It's all good)"
Views: 1996 ADRIANCHOAS
OVID
 
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Dette er begynnelsen på Ovidssyen. Filmet av Balder Maximus. Redigert av Balder Maximus.
Views: 3160 Ovidicio Music
Notorius BIG - Juicy (HQ) lyrics.wmv
 
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Intro: (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Couplet 1: 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 Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to amtch 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Refrein: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Couplet 2 : 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Refrein: You know very well who you are Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars You had a go, but not that many 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Couplet 3: 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 50251 BXpark24
Juicy
 
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it was all a dream, i used to read word up magazine
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DC Young Fly’s BEST Freestyle Battles 🎤 & Most Hilarious Insults (Vol. 1) | Wild ’N Out | MTV
 
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When DC Young Fly hits the stage, there’s never a dull moment. He’s bound to make effortless jokes, accompanied by subtle screams that will make you laugh hysterically. 😂 Prepare yourself, we’re taking a look at DC Young Fly’s most hilarious moments right here on Wild ’N Out! #DcYoungFly #WildNOut #MTV Subscribe to stay updated on the newest content! http://goo.gl/YuLQAo More from Wild 'N Out! Official Wild 'N Out Website: http://www.mtv.com/shows/nick-cannon-presents-wild-n-out Wild 'N Out Twitter: https://twitter.com/wildnout Wild 'N Out Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mtvwildnout/ Wild 'N Out Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nickcannonwildnout/ Nick Cannon Presents: Wild 'N Out delivers lightning-fast improv and head-to-head battles, helmed by the master of ceremonies, Nick Cannon. The stakes are high as teams face off in a series of visceral, hip-hop-edged comedy showdowns, all culminating in a rap battle for the championship belt.
Views: 42492156 Wild 'N Out
The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans - Juicy (dennis7 Remix) HQ Audio Jay-Z
 
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EPIC ► Please SHARE! Follow dennis7 : https://facebook.com/dennis7official https://instagram.com/dennis7official https://twitter.com/dennis7pl https://soundcloud.com/dennis7 #PLEASE #SHARE #THANKYOU The Notorious BIG Jay Z Faith Evans - A Dream Remix Biggie Smalls - It Was All a Dream Remix Tracklist Greatest Hits 01 Juicy 02 Big Poppa 03 Hypnotize 04 One More Chance (Remix) 05 Get Money The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A. 06 Warning 07 Dead Wrong The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Eminem 08 Who Shot Ya 09 Ten Crack Commandments 10 Notorious Thugs The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony 11 Notorious B.I.G The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Lil' Kim 12 Nasty Girl The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Akon, Jagged Edge, Puff Daddy and Nelly 13 Unbelievable 14 Niggas Bleed 15 Running Your Mouth The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Fabolous and Busta Rhymes 16 Want That Old Thing Back The Notorious B.I.G. feat. Ja Rule and Ralph Tresvant 17 F**k You Tonight LYRICS Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker! 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 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 I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed on Bambu, 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 Starski (Wassup?) I'm blowin' 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 Moët and Alizé 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 honeys play me close like butter play 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' five carats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped outta high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh, 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 Uh, damn right, I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all… (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 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 And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Representin' B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor Uh, yh, yeah, a'ight [Hook: Total] 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 Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah… Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars
Views: 8783 DENNIS7 OFFICIAL
Mr. Big - Wild World (MV)
 
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The original music video of "Wild World" from Mr. Big’s 1993 album Bump Ahead. Mr. Big on tour - http://www.bandsintown.com/Mr.Big/start_tracking?came_from=176 Subscribe to MrBigVEVO channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMKoGNPOfhxwTc-7XcNuBMw Stream / Download: http://smarturl.it/Mr.Big_BumpAhead Shop: http://www.evo88.com/en/music?page=shop.browse&keyword=Mr.+Big Connect with Mr. Big: https://www.facebook.com/mrbigmusic/ https://twitter.com/mrbigmusic http://www.mrbigsite.com/ © 1993 Evolution Media Ltd. http://vevo.ly/9EDrY4
Views: 13016458 MrBigVEVO
The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy ('94)
 
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The Notorious B.I.G. "Juicy" Ready To Die (1994) Bad Boy Records https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-juicy-lyrics [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker! 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 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 [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Smokin' weed on Bambu, 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 Starski (Wassup?) I'm blowin' 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 [Hook: Total] 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 [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Moët and Alizé 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 honeys play me close like butter play 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' five carats in my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped outta high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Hook: Total] 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 [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 Uh, damn right, I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all… (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Hook: Total + The Notorious B.I.G.] You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 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 And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Ad-Libs: The Notorious B.I.G.] Representin' B-Town in the house Junior Mafia, mad flavor Uh, yh, yeah, a'ight [Hook: Total] 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 [Outro: Puff Daddy + Total] Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah… Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars
Views: 1096 Preserve
The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy (8D Audio Elite)
 
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🎧Perhaps the best virtual reality acoustic experience🎧 ♫ ♫ ♫Use headphones ♫ ♫ ♫ #8daudioelite #LyricsInDescription #8D #Music #Songs #Audio #Tunes #Elite 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, and all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh 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 pop 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh 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 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 Uh...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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If any artist/producer or label wants the content to be removed or want proper credits given for it, please feel free to contact at [email protected] Your request will be attended as soon as possible.
Views: 196 8D Audio Elite
Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE.
 
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Kendrick Lamar DAMN. Available now http://smarturl.it/DAMN Prod: Anthony "Top Dawg" Tiffith, Dave Free Nathan K. Scherrer, Jason Baum, Jamie Rabineau Prod Co: TDE Films / FREENJOY INC Dir: Dave Meyers & the little homies Music video by Kendrick Lamar performing HUMBLE.. (C) 2017 Aftermath/Interscope (Top Dawg Entertainment) http://vevo.ly/H8UJcZ
Views: 651756592 KendrickLamarVEVO
BTS - Dream Glow (Feat. Charli XCX) (방탄소년단 - Dream Glow) [Color Coded Lyrics/Han/Rom/Eng/가사]
 
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Making Korean food that BTS also likes. Home Cooking! I love it. 초간단 한식요리, 배고프면 클릭!! CLICK! ▷ https://youtu.be/_Ih7w7tQQqI ◁ BY-LEMORING All Rights Administered By BIGHIT Entertainment. ★Thank you for watching!★ ♥ Sorry for any mistakes ♥ ★ Please Subscribe ME! :) ★ Request song here : https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FA... Artist: BTS (방탄소년단) Track: Dream Glow (Feat. Charli XCX) Album: BTS WORLD OST Release : 2019.06.07 Members: RM, Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V, Jungkook My bias: Suga 방탄소년단 BTS BTS WORLD Dream Glow BTS dream glow LYRICS BTS dream glow 방탄소년단 dream glow 방탄소년단 dream glow 가사 방탄소년단 dream glow Lyrics BTS dream glow 가사 BTS dream glow MV BTS dream glow SHOWCASE BTS dream glow 뮤비 BTS WORLD OST bts world ost part 1 jin dream glow dream glow lyrics dream glow 가사 bts world lyrics jimin dream glow jungkook dream glow Dream Glow (Feat. Charli XCX) dream glow charli xcx charli xcx charli xcx dream glow bts charli xcx jimin jungkook jin jjj dream glow BIGHIT 레모링 Lemoring #BTS #방탄소년단 #DreamGlow #BTSWORLD #CharliXCX #진 #지민 #정국 #Jin #Jimin #Jungkook #드림글로우
Views: 15663532 레모링
Notorious B.I.G. big-Biggie smalls-Juicy+lyrics
 
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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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 26242 tappenworldwide
Hip Hop Karaoke Essex : B.I.G. - Juicy
 
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Coxy and Fraser used to read "Word Up" magazine... Hip Hop Karaoke Essex, Thursday 5th November @ The Sunrooms, Southend... http://www.hiphopkaraokeessex.com
Views: 784 HipHopKaraokeEssex
Biggie Smalls Juicy
 
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[Intro:] (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. 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 daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh Contents From WMG [Verse One:] 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 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two:] 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 ears 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 Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Verse Three:] 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 thirst-ay Uh, 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, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, a-ight
Views: 169868 Purplepwners
Mac Miller: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert
 
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Watch Mac Miller play "Small Worlds", "What's the Use? (Feat. Thundercat)" and "2009" at the Tiny Desk. More from NPR Music: Tiny Desk Concerts: https://www.npr.org/tinydesk Twitter: https://twitter.com/nprmusic Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/nprmusic Aug. 6, 2018 | Bobby Carter -- There was a shift in Mac Miller's boisterous demeanor as he started the third of his three-song Tiny Desk set. It's the first time he's performed tracks from his new album, Swimming, in front of an audience. On "2009," he rubbed his chin with clinched eyes, looking like a young man who's beginning to crack the code. Backed by a piano loop and a string quartet, he reflected on his journey's peaks and valleys thus far. I ain't asking why no more I know I'll take it if it's mine I don't stay inside the lines It ain't 2009 no more Yeah, I know what's behind that door With nearly a decade under his belt at 26 years old, these words ring like an artist twice his age. We were introduced to Mac Miller via 2011's XXL Freshman Class, which featured a special crop of MCs such as Kendrick Lamar, Meek Mill and YG, all of whom are now considered in the upper echelon of hip-hop. After his big splash, he's been able to find a groove and consistently release quality rap records, ultimately keeping his name in the conversation with the other young greats. His 2011 album, Blue Slide Park, reached No. 1 on the Billboard 200, the first independently distributed debut album to do so since 1995's Dogg Food by Tha Dogg Pound. These consecutive triumphs amassed plenty of fame, fortune and insurmountable obstacles, causing a stumble here and there. Throughout the years, however, Mac has brushed himself off and put it in the music. For this performance, Mac Miller invited frequent collaborator Thundercat, who graced the Tiny Desk last year and will join Mac on tour this fall. Thundercat put on a dazzling shaker routine and played the deep centerpiece bass line on "What's The Use?" These Swimming iterations don't veer far away from the recorded versions, but here, his lyrics seem easier to interpret under live instrumentation. Set List "Small Worlds" "What's the Use? (Feat. Thundercat)" "2009" Musicians Mac Miller (Vocals), Thundercat (Bass), Justus West (Guitar), Klynik (Keys), Joe Cleveland (Bass), Kendall Lewis (Drums), Robin Fay-Massie (Violin), YaShauna Swan (2nd Violin), Lelia Walker (Viola), Melanie Hsu (Cello) Credits Producers: Bobby Carter, Morgan Noelle Smith; Creative Director: Bob Boilen; Audio Engineer: Josh Rogosin; Videographers: Morgan Noelle Smith, CJ Riculan, Beck Harlan, Khun Minn Ohn; Production Assistants: Catherine Zhang, Téa Mottolese; Photo: Eslah Attar/NPR.
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