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Duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\nNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the World Trade\n\nBorn sinner, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\nFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n\nI'm blowin' up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number, same hood\nIt's all good (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\nYou know very well\nWho you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal\nBut not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with Robin Leach\nAnd I'm far from cheap\nI smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n\nThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters 'cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\nI was too used to packin' gats and stuff\n\nNow honeys play me close like butter play toast\nFrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast\nCondos in Queens, indo for weeks\nSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\nLivin' life without fear\nPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it's still all good, uh\nAnd if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\nYou know very well\nWho you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal\nBut not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nSuper Nintendo, Sega Genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n\nPhone bill about two G's flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin'\nCelebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\nThinkin' back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in The Source\n\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n\nUh, damn right, I like the life I live\n'Cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it's all (It's all good, nigga)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\nYou know very well\nWho you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal\nBut not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nRepresentin' B-Town in the house\nJunior Mafia, mad flavor\nUh, uh, yeah, aight\n\nYou know very well\nWho you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal\nBut not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nBiggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga\nJunior Mafia, it's all good, nigga\nBad Boy, it's all good, nigga\nIt's all good\nThat's right, '94\nAnd on and on, and on and on\nYou know very well\nWho you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.42]Yeah, this album is dedicated\n[00:05.33]To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n[00:08.13]To all the people that lived above the\n[00:09.98]Buildings that I was hustlin' in front of\n[00:11.25]Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to\n[00:12.89]Make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)\n[00:15.14]And all the niggas in the struggle\n[00:16.39]You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby\n[00:20.67]It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n[00:24.18]Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n[00:26.88]Hangin' pictures on my wall\n[00:28.40]Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n[00:31.73]I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n[00:33.97]Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n[00:36.66]Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n[00:39.66]With the hat to match\n[00:41.01]Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n[00:43.54]You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n[00:46.42]Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n[00:48.87]Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade\n[00:51.81]Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n[00:54.05]Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n[00:56.48]Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n[00:59.53]Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n[01:01.69]I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n[01:03.45]Call the crib, same number, same hood\n[01:05.76]It's all good (it's all good)\n[01:08.61]And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n[01:12.18]You know very well\n[01:14.97]Who you are\n[01:17.10]Don't let 'em hold you down\n[01:19.81]Reach for the stars\n[01:22.30]You had a goal\n[01:24.22]But not that many\n[01:26.99]'Cause you're the only one\n[01:29.26]I'll give you good and plenty\n[01:30.72]I made the change from a common thief\n[01:33.23]To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n[01:35.65]And I'm far from cheap\n[01:36.60]I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n[01:38.51]Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n[01:40.34]The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n[01:42.70]Girls used to diss me\n[01:44.04]Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n[01:46.02]I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n[01:48.97]I was too used to packin' gats and stuff\n[01:51.11]Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n[01:53.83]From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n[01:56.92]Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n[01:58.83]Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n[02:01.71]Livin' life without fear\n[02:03.34]Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n[02:05.88]Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n[02:08.80]Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n[02:11.68]Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n[02:14.98]And it's still all good, uh\n[02:18.55]And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n[02:22.14]You know very well\n[02:24.59]Who you are\n[02:27.04]Don't let 'em hold you down\n[02:29.81]Reach for the stars\n[02:32.39]You had a goal\n[02:34.26]But not that many\n[02:36.62]'Cause you're the only one\n[02:39.22]I'll give you good and plenty\n[02:41.34]Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n[02:43.88]When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n[02:46.84]50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n[02:48.98]Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n[02:51.74]Phone bill about two G's flat\n[02:53.94]No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n[02:56.69]And my whole crew is loungin'\n[02:58.59]Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n[03:01.75]Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n[03:03.64]Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n[03:06.61]And she loves to show me off of course\n[03:08.73]Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n[03:11.66]We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n[03:13.85]No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n[03:16.75]Birthdays was the worst days\n[03:18.60]Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n[03:21.16]Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n[03:23.50]'Cause I went from negative to positive\n[03:25.59]And it's all (It's all good, nigga)\n[03:28.56]And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n[03:32.18]You know very well\n[03:34.57]Who you are\n[03:37.02]Don't let 'em hold you down\n[03:38.62]Reach for the stars\n[03:40.07]You had a goal\n[03:40.86]But not that many\n[03:41.84]'Cause you're the only one\n[03:49.26]I'll give you good and plenty\n[03:51.71]Representin' B-Town in the house\n[03:54.26]Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n[03:56.78]Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n[04:01.76]You know very well\n[04:15.75]Who you are\n[04:17.03]Don't let 'em hold you down\n[04:19.74]Reach for the stars\n[04:22.30]You had a goal\n[04:24.29]But not that many\n[04:26.74]'Cause you're the only one\n[04:29.19]I'll give you good and plenty\n[04:31.83]Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga\n[04:34.98]Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga\n[04:39.71]Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga\n[04:44.26]It's all good\n[04:46.85]That's right, '94\n[04:47.86]And on and on, and on and on\n[04:52.02]You know very well\n[04:54.55]Who you are\n[04:56.93]Don't let 'em hold you down\n[04:59.72]Reach for the stars\n[05:00.91]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy\n duration_ms: 253000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, this album is dedicated\n start_ms: 2420\n end_ms: 5330\n- text: To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n start_ms: 5330\n end_ms: 8130\n- text: To all the people that lived above the\n start_ms: 8130\n end_ms: 9980\n- text: Buildings that I was hustlin' in front of\n start_ms: 9980\n end_ms: 11250\n- text: Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to\n start_ms: 11250\n end_ms: 12890\n- text: Make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)\n start_ms: 12890\n end_ms: 15140\n- text: And all the niggas in the struggle\n start_ms: 15140\n end_ms: 16390\n- text: You know what I'm sayin'? 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It's all good, baby baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? 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It's all good, baby, baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good, uh\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n And if you don't know, now you know\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well (you know) who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n"},{"id":15408981,"name":"Juicy","trackName":"Juicy","artistName":"Notorious B.I.G., The","albumName":"Notorious I: The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this album is dedicated\nTo all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\nTo all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\nIn front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\nTo make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\nAnd to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\nNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\nBorn sinner, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\nFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\nI'm blowin' up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number, same hood\nIt's all good (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with Robin Leach\nAnd I'm far from cheap\nI smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it's the Brooklyn way\nThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters 'cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\nI was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\nNow honeys play me close like butter play toast\nFrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast\nCondos in Queens, indo for weeks\nSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\nLivin' life without fear\nPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it's still all good, uh\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nSuper Nintendo, Sega Genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two G's flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin'\nCelebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\nThinkin' back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in The Source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip Champagne when we thirsty\nUh, damn right, I like the life I live\n'Cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it's all (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nRepresentin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\nJunior Mafia, mad flavor\nUh, uh, yeah, aight\n\nYou know very well (you know) who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down (don't)\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Juicy\n artist: Notorious B.I.G., The\n album: 'Notorious I: The Notorious B.I.G.'\n duration_ms: 301000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, this album is dedicated\n To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\n In front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\n To make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\n And to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\n You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good, uh\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n And if you don't know, now you know\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well (you know) who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n"},{"id":11228274,"name":"Juicy","trackName":"Juicy","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"Notorious I: The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":301.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this album is dedicated\nTo all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\nTo all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\nIn front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\nTo make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\nAnd to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\nNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\nBorn sinner, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\nFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\nI'm blowin' up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number, same hood\nIt's all good (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with Robin Leach\nAnd I'm far from cheap\nI smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it's the Brooklyn way\nThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters 'cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\nI was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\nNow honeys play me close like butter play toast\nFrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast\nCondos in Queens, indo for weeks\nSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\nLivin' life without fear\nPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it's still all good, uh\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nSuper Nintendo, Sega Genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two G's flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin'\nCelebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\nThinkin' back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in The Source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip Champagne when we thirsty\nUh, damn right, I like the life I live\n'Cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it's all (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nRepresentin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\nJunior Mafia, mad flavor\nUh, uh, yeah, aight\n\nYou know very well (you know) who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down (don't)\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Juicy\n artist: The Notorious B.I.G.\n album: 'Notorious I: The Notorious B.I.G.'\n duration_ms: 301000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, this album is dedicated\n To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\n In front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\n To make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\n And to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\n You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good, uh\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n And if you don't know, now you know\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well (you know) who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n"},{"id":10936200,"name":"Juicy","trackName":"Juicy","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":286.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this album is dedicated\nTo all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\nTo all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\nIn front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\nTo make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\nAnd to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\nNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\nBorn sinner, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\nFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\nI'm blowin' up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number, same hood\nIt's all good (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with Robin Leach\nAnd I'm far from cheap\nI smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it's the Brooklyn way\nThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters 'cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\nI was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\nNow honeys play me close like butter play toast\nFrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast\nCondos in Queens, indo for weeks\nSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\nLivin' life without fear\nPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it's still all good, uh\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nSuper Nintendo, Sega Genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two G's flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin'\nCelebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\nThinkin' back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in The Source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip Champagne when we thirsty\nUh, damn right, I like the life I live\n'Cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it's all (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nRepresentin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\nJunior Mafia, mad flavor\nUh, uh, yeah, aight\n\nYou know very well (you know) who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down (don't)\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.11] Yeah, this album is dedicated\n[00:04.00] To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n[00:06.62] To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\n[00:09.30] In front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\n[00:11.46] To make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\n[00:13.42] And to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\n[00:15.43] You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n[00:18.75] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n[00:22.00] Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n[00:25.01] Hangin' pictures on my wall\n[00:26.44] Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n[00:29.80] I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n[00:32.04] Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n[00:34.82] Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n[00:37.28] With the hat to match\n[00:39.31] Remember Rappin' Duke? 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It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? 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It's all good, baby, baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good, uh\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n And if you don't know, now you know\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well (you know) who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n"},{"id":39602271,"name":"04. 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Duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\nNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the World Trade (boom!)\n\nBorn sinner, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\nFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\nI'm blowin' up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number, same hood\nIt's all good (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with Robin Leach\nAnd I'm far from cheap\nI smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it's the Brooklyn way\nThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters 'cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\nI was too used to packin' gats and stuff (c'mon)\nNow honeys play me close like butter play toast\nFrom the Mississippi down to the East Coast\nCondos in Queens, indo for weeks\nSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\nLivin' life without fear\nPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it's still all good, uh\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nSuper Nintendo, Sega Genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two G's flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin'\nCelebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\nThinkin' back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in The Source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip Champagne when we thirsty\nUh, damn right, I like the life I live\n'Cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it's all (it's all good)\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\n\nYou know very well who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down\nAnd if you don't know, now you know\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\nI'll give you good and plenty\n\nRepresentin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)\nJunior Mafia, mad flavor\nUh, uh, yeah, aight\n\nYou know very well (you know) who you are\nDon't let 'em hold you down (don't)\nReach for the stars\nYou had a goal (you had a goal) but not that many\n'Cause you're the only one\nI'll give you good and plenty","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] Yeah, this album is dedicated\n[00:04.33] To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n[00:07.28] To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\n[00:10.97] In front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\n[00:12.65] To make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\n[00:14.49] And to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\n[00:16.73] You know what I'm sayin'? 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It's all good, baby, baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n And if you don't know, now you know\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one (and if you don't know, now you know)\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well (you know)\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down (don't)\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal (you had a goal)\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n"},{"id":7174800,"name":"Juicy (4K Remaster)","trackName":"Juicy (4K Remaster)","artistName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","albumName":"The Notorious B.I.G.","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this album is dedicated\nTo all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\nTo all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'\nIn front and called the police on me when I was just tryin'\nTo make some money to feed my daughter (yeah, yeah)\nAnd to all of my peoples in the struggle (yeah, yeah)\nYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? 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It's all good, baby baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? 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It's all good, baby, baby\n\nIt was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\nSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\nHangin' pictures on my wall\nEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\nI let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\nSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\n\nRemember Rappin' Duke? 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nigga\n start_ms: 279560\n end_ms: 284350\n- text: It's all good\n start_ms: 284350\n end_ms: 286790\n- text: That's right, '94\n start_ms: 286790\n end_ms: 289320\n- text: And on and on, and on and on\n start_ms: 289320\n end_ms: 292370\n- text: You know very well\n start_ms: 292370\n end_ms: 294270\n- text: Who you are\n start_ms: 294270\n end_ms: 296760\n- text: Don't let 'em hold you down\n start_ms: 296760\n end_ms: 299660\n- text: Reach for the stars\n start_ms: 299660\n end_ms: 300200\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 300200\nplain: |-\n Yeah, this album is dedicated\n To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'\n To all the people that lived above the\n Buildings that I was hustlin' in front of\n Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to\n Make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)\n And all the niggas in the struggle\n You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby\n\n It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine\n Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine\n Hangin' pictures on my wall\n Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl\n\n I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped\n Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock\n Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\n With the hat to match\n\n Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha\n You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far\n Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight\n Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade\n\n Born sinner, the opposite of a winner\n Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\n Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri\n Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski\n\n I'm blowin' up like you thought I would\n Call the crib, same number, same hood\n It's all good (it's all good)\n And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n I made the change from a common thief\n To up close and personal with Robin Leach\n And I'm far from cheap\n I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\n Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way\n\n The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy\n Girls used to diss me\n Now they write letters 'cause they miss me\n I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff\n I was too used to packin' gats and stuff\n\n Now honeys play me close like butter play toast\n From the Mississippi down to the East Coast\n Condos in Queens, indo for weeks\n Sold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak\n\n Livin' life without fear\n Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear\n Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\n Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school\n Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood\n And it's still all good, uh\n And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis\n When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this\n 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa\n Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\n\n Phone bill about two G's flat\n No need to worry, my accountant handles that\n And my whole crew is loungin'\n Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'\n\n Thinkin' back on my one-room shack\n Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back\n And she loves to show me off of course\n Smiles every time my face is up in The Source\n\n We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\n No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us\n Birthdays was the worst days\n Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty\n\n Uh, damn right, I like the life I live\n 'Cause I went from negative to positive\n And it's all (It's all good, nigga)\n And if you don't know, now you know, nigga\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Representin' B-Town in the house\n Junior Mafia, mad flavor\n Uh, uh, yeah, aight\n\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n You had a goal\n But not that many\n 'Cause you're the only one\n I'll give you good and plenty\n\n Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga\n Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga\n Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga\n It's all good\n That's right, '94\n And on and on, and on and on\n You know very well\n Who you are\n Don't let 'em hold you down\n Reach for the stars\n"}]