



13 years after that bloody night in L.A. the Notorius B.I.G music remains alive. One of the greatest hip hop artists of all time, and a big influence on me wanting to rap and share my story… R.I.P Biggie
Notorius B.I.G. – Juicy
Juicy Lyrics
(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 ’till 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 honeys play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, endo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin’ life without fear
Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl 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 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-aay
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
Notorius B.I.G. – Everyday Struggle
Everyday Struggle Lyrics
I don’t wanna live no mo’
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front do’
I’m living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle (x 2)
(Verse 1)
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you’re the user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad buddha abuser
But they don’t know about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That’s why you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn’t living so devilish shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my crew
Flippin’ oldie 62′s
‘Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
That’s why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock 19 for casket and flower moves
For chumps trying to stop my flow
And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn’t trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I’m doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in hand
‘Cause man
(Chorus)
I don’t wanna live no mo’
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do’
I’m living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle (x 2)
(Verse 2)
I had the master plan
I’m in the caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two Techs to take over this projects
They call him Two Techs, he tote two techs
And when he start to bust
He like to ask who’s next?
I got my honey on the Amtrack
With the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
At last I’m literally loungin’ black,
sittin’ back counting double digit thousands stacks
Had to re-up see what’s up with my peeps
Toyota dealer gone had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call
It couldn’t hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tech got murdered in a town I’ve never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she won’t snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I’ll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy she’ll be home in three
Until them I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that’s me blowing like a bubble
In the everyday struggle
(Chorus)
I don’t wanna live no mo’
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do’
I’m living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle (x 2)
(Verse 3)
I’m seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
Ain’t trying to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she’s older now
Educated street knowledge I’ma mold her now
Trick a little dough buyin’ young girls fringes
Dealin’ with the dope fiend binges
Seeing syringes in the veins
Hard to explain how I maintain
The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
Breakin’ days on the set no sweat drunk off Moet
Can’t bag yet because it’s still wet
But when I dry back in five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashing line
I had to first and the third
Rehearse that’s my word
Thinkin’ the game Ds knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no
Even though they had me scared yo
They gotta eight I gotta tech with air holes
That’s just how the shit go in the struggle mother fucker
(Chorus)
I don’t wanna live no mo’
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do’
I’m living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle (x 4)
Notorius B.I.G. – Going Back To Cali
Going Back To Cali Lyrics
(Verse 1)
When the la la hits ya, lyrics just split ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can’t fit ya
Either I’m witcha or against ya
Format bends ya, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin’ to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, fifth that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin’ head from some chick he know
See it’s all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed… sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain’t soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain’t no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I’ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan(one)
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues
(Chorus)
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali (x 4)
(Verse 2)
If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don’t go there
But that don’t mean a nigga can’t rest in the West
See some nice breast in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y’all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin’ I’m gon stop, givin L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suit case filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818′s, 213′s
313′s, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe’s
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fat Burger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, wit some freaks from Frisco
(Chorus)
I’m going going, back back, to Cali Cali (x 4)
(Verse 3)
Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I’m set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace store
said she suck until I ain’t got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it’s yummy, then fuck yo’ man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G’s at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit
(Chorus until fade)








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