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Juicy
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Mistah F.a.b.
Featuring(s) : Bsmasha
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[Mistah F.A.B.] Rest in peace to the homie Biggie Smalls I remember bein' 19 years old in the sauce, man, shout out the homie Gotti And they asked me what was the greatest hit pop song of all time And I said, "Juicy" Goddamn it, DJ D-Higgs, you did it again [Mistah F.A.B.] It was all a dream, I used to read Showcase magazine Too $hort and 40 Water on the cover, clean Hangin' pictures on my wall And every Saturday, MC Hammer cartoon came on Dancin' in the street, actin' like the rappers in the videos I was Biggie Smalls and Newt was gettin' his Diddy on (Take that) Sittin' in the room, playin' the radio loud Mama bust in the room, "Boy, cut that radio down" No cable, couldn't watch MTV Watchin' Cindy on Soulbeat, Trace and Frannie on CMC Respect to Big Vine and the homie Chewy And one love to Jazzy Jim and Gary Archer for believin' in me Child of a heroin addict and a crack fiend Nobody believed I'd ever live my rap dreams Shout out Kevin Epps for puttin' me in the movie Rap Dreams Now I got plaques on my wall from this rap thing Livin' very well, yes we are Neighborhood superstars, nice fancy cars That gold chain, and the ice go drip drip When we were comin' up, we didn't have shit [Mistah F.A.B.] We was savin' change 'cause we had to eat And if we couldn't afford it, Daddy was a common thief His alias was Fugitive, but the family called him Fug Kleptomaniac and boy, he was good Wish he was still here 'cause we don't gotta steal stuff no more And mama, the bills paid, it ain't tough no more, huh The worst days was the birthdays Now we sip rosé while we thirsty And I spread love the Oakland way Even though half of my family was smokin' yay Always knew that it could happen, this rappin' stuff Because I always had a gift, so I wrapped it up And plus my brother did enough time for them not to see me in the court I still remember my mama smilin' when she seen me in The Source And like my brother Styles and them, it was tears of joy Sheddin' thug tears for my peers and boys Livin' very well, yes we are Neighborhood superstars, nice fancy cars That gold chain, and the ice go drip drip When we were comin' up, we didn't have shit [Mistah F.A.B.] Super Nintendo, SEGA Genesis Yeah I had it, but, that ain't mean shit 'Cause my auntie stole my game so she could get a hit I was stressed at my game and I couldn't get a hit Yeah, sittin' in the outfield, thinkin' how my house feel And all I hear is mama always complainin' about bills Granny ain't got no heat in the house so we about chilled Daddy say he was on his way back, but he out still Daddy died, now he my angel in the outfield Man, you wasn't poor You don't know how white around the mouth feel Raid for the roaches and you tryna catch a mouse still Know what starvin' like, how ain't no food in the house feel? 8 years old, findin' crack in the couch feel All facts, you can check the rap if you doubt, Phil Bro been in jail since I was a kid and he ain't out still Libby ain't gon' never know how livin' life without feel Livin' very well, yes we are Neighborhood superstars, nice fancy cars That gold chain, and the ice go drip drip When we were comin' up, we didn't have shit [BSmasha] Livin' very well, yes we are Neighborhood superstars, nice fancy cars That gold chain, and the ice go drip drip When we were comin' up, we didn't have shit
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