The Notorious Juicy

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, duhha, duhha 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 T