Machines | The Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy (Instrumental) [TRACK 9]

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1. Know all the lyrics of by heart in this
2. Back when rap was in it's peak 👌
3. i need the drum line or drum pattern
4. sounds good to me bruh...#nice
5. □
6. xxx
7. big tune
8. every drop of finish, every race to the end, every rock diminished, with a constant blend, like a cream for blemished, teens, or fiends for spinach, greens and eat your word before you serve your critics, I'm money, see me clock the perimeter, so stacked, packed with energy in tact and attack like vinegar, to the eyes, stay alive, and arrive to subtract the integer, or any guys, not wise trying to make ties with my wives, my mates, every rap I sent for her, to read and absorb, till it pops out her pores, like love juice, with my just use, I'm a live wire, just fuse, us together and watch the fireworks, I'm on track, see that's how the tire works, my rubbers make michelins, I'm the general in charge discover my discipline, strong and sturdy, you need to study if you want to hurt me, you heard me, from the screech of engines, I'm the energizer with unique invention...
9. ring tone all day
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 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...
    
    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)
    
    ...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
11. motivation meets nostalgia
12. If anyone needs a beat. I make this kind of beats
13. (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 daughter,
    and all the niggas 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 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
    
    [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 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
    
    [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
14. Yeah ever body tryin to rap so here we go lol
    
    Yeah I'm a real nigga fucked your bitch even tho she's a gold digga every body wanna talk I need some respect come to their face hit em with the right left punched him in the face now his tooth misplaced i mean even his mom said he was a dicgrace walking down the streets with my chain mess with me I'll put you through pain u know I gotta stay strapped as I gave your mom a heart attack you know I gotta act like I'm cool I don't wanna be one of those fools who get pushed around we act like we comin' from the underground walking in the dark by myself I'm only eleven paid respects to my moms yeah now she in heaven as a teen I smoked weed by the tree with my 3 homies yeah I never thought it would be this way my grandma hate my brother just because he's gay but hey it's just another day my home boy got shot a sat there people asking what my thoughts, were i don't k ow it just got worst I changed my ways a wife a whole famaly now I'm living happy yeah now I'm a pappy
    
    Latay
15. Wtf? Biggie Smalls stole MattyB's beat??!!
16. biggie is fat ass stupid nigger fuck him lil wayne is the king of rap
17. as a producer...I love the crackle from the vinyl. it adds a element to the records.
18. Load the strap for the road,, For El Ba RR io, Maroon Tahoe, EL producto-
    
    Pop a bottle Coke bottles for the strung out models- Today ain't promise- Image tomorrow
    
    Fuk ya problems- Soak ya sorrow's - Think of hyro's Take high road- Live to fight another day
    
    No Passport so I transport too V.A THROUGH Colorado- Drop the crago- My goons pack light, The bitches handle the homo's
    
    shorty snot nose with the 4o cal snub nose The petty shit I've out grown-
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