TODO DIA ...É 1 TEXTO NOVO!!!

17 de jul de 2011

os aniversários eram os piores dias!!

Juicy

Notorious B.I.G.

Grande mc Estadunidense com um pé na Jamaica , conheciso pela sua amizade no ínicio da carreira e pela sua briga com o mesmo mc chamado 2pac os 2 foram mortos na década de 90 e até hoje a polícia não sabe quem os matou!!!

Em agosto de 1995, o grupo de Wallace, Junior MAFIA ("Junior Masters At Finding Intelligent Attitudes"), composto por seus amigos de infância, lançou seu primeiro álbum intitulado Conspiracy. O grupo incluía rappers como Lil 'Kim e Lil Cease ", que passaram a ter uma carreira solo. O registro foi ouro e seus singles, "Player's Anthem" e "Get Money", ambos com Wallace, foram ouro e platina. Wallace continuou a trabalhar com artistas R&B, colaborando com grupos da Bad Boy 112 (em "Only You") e Total (em "Can't You See"), com ambas atingindo o top 20 da Billboard Hot 100.

Até o final do ano, Wallace foi o artista solo mais vendido do sexo masculino e rapper nas paradas de pop e r&b. Em Julho de 1995, ele apareceu na capa da The Source, com o título "O Rei de Nova York Domina Tudo". Na The Source Awards, ele foi nomeado Melhor Artista Novo (Individual),

Letrista do Ano, Performista ao Vivo do Ano, e seu álbum de estréia do ano. Na Billboard Awards, ele foi artista de rap do ano. Em seu ano de sucesso, Wallace se envolveu em uma rivalidade com o West Coast hip-hop de Tupac Shakur, seu ex-associado.

Em entrevista à revista Vibe, em Abril de 1995, enquanto servia o tempo em Clinton Correctional Facility, Shakur acusou Sean Combs (Diddy), e Wallace de terem conhecimento prévio de um assalto que resultou em ele ter sido baleado várias vezes e perder milhares de dólares em jóias na noite de 30 de novembro de 1994.

Apesar de Wallace e sua comitiva estarem no mesmo estúdio de gravação baseado em Manhattan, no momento da ocorrência, eles negaram a acusação.

“O fato de eu estar no estúdio na hora do incidente foi só uma coincidência. Pac não pôde dizer quem realmente fez isso com ele naquela hora. Assim, ele simplesmente jogou a culpa em mim."

Essa é a letra e o clip traduzido de Juyce que aprendi a cantar em 97...



Intro:

Yeah this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin' to all the people that lived abovethe
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the policeon
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed mydaughters
and all the niggaz 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 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 filla, 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 go, 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 ears/

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

chorus

you know very well who you are
dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a go, but not that many
'cause your 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...

(It's all good)

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

chorus
you know very well who you are
dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a go, but not that many
'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty

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

chorus
you know very well who you are
don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
you had a go, but not that many
'cause your the only one i'll give you good and plenty...

UMA DAS GRANDES LETRAS DO RAP MUNDIAL!!

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