8 Mile More Music movie

8 Mile More Music movie - Juicy lyrics

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[Intro:]<br>

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(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.<br>

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Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me <br>

I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the <br>

buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on <br>

me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters, <br>

and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?<br>

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Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh<br>

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[Verse One:]<br>

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It was all a dream <br>

I used to read Word Up magazine <br>

Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine <br>

Hangin' pictures on my wall <br>

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl <br>

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped<br>

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock <br>

Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack <br>

With the hat to match <br>

Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha<br>

You never thought that hip hop would take it this far <br>

Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight <br>

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade <br>

Born filla, the opposite of a winner <br>

Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner <br>

Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri <br>

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky <br>

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would <br>

Call the crib, same number same hood <br>

It's all good <br>

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Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh<br>

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[Chorus:]<br>

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You know very well who you are<br>

Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars<br>

You had a go, but not that many<br>

'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty<br>

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[Verse Two:]<br>

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I made the change from a common thief <br>

To up close and personal with Robin Leach <br>

And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day <br>

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way <br>

The Moet and Alize keep me pissy<br>

Girls used to diss me <br>

Now they write letters 'cause they miss me <br>

I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff <br>

I was too used to packin' gats and stuff <br>

Now honies play me close like butter played toast <br>

From the Mississippi down to the east coast <br>

Condos in Queens, indo for weeks <br>

Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak <br>

Livin' life without fear <br>

Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears <br>

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool <br>

Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school <br>

Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood <br>

And it's still all good <br>

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Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga <br>

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[Verse Three:]<br>

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Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis <br>

When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this <br>

50 inch screen, money green leather sofa <br>

Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur <br>

Phone bill about two G's flat <br>

No need to worry, my accountant handles that <br>

And my whole crew is loungin' <br>

Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' <br>

Thinkin' back on my one-room shack <br>

Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back <br>

And she loves to show me off, of course <br>

Smiles every time my face is up in The Source <br>

We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us <br>

No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us <br>

Birthdays was the worst days <br>

Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay <br>

Uh, damn right I like the life I live <br>

'Cause I went from negative to positive <br>

And it's all... <br>

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(It's all good)<br>

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...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh<br>

Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga<br>

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh<br>

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Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh<br>

Uh, yeah, a-ight<br>

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