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>Fuck all you goes! Get a grip, mother fucker! >Yeah, this album is dedicated >To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' >To all the people that live above the buildings I was hustlin' in front of >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'? It's all good, baby baby >It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine >Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine >Hanging' pictures on my wall >Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl >I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped >Smokin' weed in Bambu, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri >Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski >I'm blowin' up like you thought I would >Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good >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 >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 Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me >Now they write letters 'cause they miss me >I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff >I was too used to packing gats and stuff >Now honeys play me close like butter play toast >From the Mississippi down to the East Coast >Condos in Queens, indo for weeks >Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak >Living life without fear
>Puttin' five 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 >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 chauffer >Phone bill about two G's flat >No need to worry, my accountant handles that >And my whole crew is loungin' >Celebrating every day, no more public housin' >Thinkin' back on my one-room shack >Now my mom pimps 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 diss when the landlord dissed us >No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us >Birthdays was the worst days >Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty >Uh, damn right I like the life I live >'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) >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 >Representin' B-Town in the house >Junior Mafia, mad flavor >Uh, uh, yeah, aight >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 >Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga >Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga >Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga >That's right, '94 >And on and on, and on and on >It's all good >Yeah