(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker...
Yeah, this album is dedicatedTo all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front ofCalled the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)And all the niggas in the struggleYou know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazineSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin' pictures on my wallEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock 'til my tape poppedSmokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private StockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-haYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this farNow I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tightTime to get paid, blow up like the World TradeBorn sinner, the opposite of a winnerRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug StarskiI'm blowin' up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number, same hoodIt's all good (it's all good)And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
You know very wellWho you areDon't let 'em hold you downReach for the starsYou had a goalBut not that many'Cause you're the only oneI'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thiefTo up close and personal with Robin LeachAnd I'm far from cheapI smoke skunk with my peeps all daySpread love, it's the Brooklyn wayThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissyGirls used to diss meNow they write letters 'cause they miss meI never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuffI was too used to packin' gats and stuffNow honeys play me close like butter play toastFrom the Mississippi down to the East CoastCondos in Queens, indo for weeksSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speakLivin' life without fearPuttin' five karats in my baby girl's earLunches, brunches, interviews by the poolConsidered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high schoolStereotypes of a black male misunderstoodAnd it's still all goodAnd if you don't know, now you know, nigga
You know very wellWho you areDon't let 'em hold you downReach for the starsYou had a goalBut not that many'Cause you're the only oneI'll give you good and plenty
Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this50-inch screen, money-green leather sofaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeurPhone bill about two G's flatNo need to worry, my accountant handles thatAnd my whole crew is loungin'Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'Thinkin' back on my one-room shackNow my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her backAnd she loves to show me off of courseSmiles every time my face is up in The SourceWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed usBirthdays was the worst daysNow we sip Champagne when we thirstyUh, damn right, I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positiveAnd it's all (It's all good, nigga)And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
You know very wellWho you areDon't let 'em hold you downAnd if you don't know, now you know, niggaReach for the starsYou had a goalBut not that many'Cause you're the only oneAnd if you don't know, now you know, niggaI'll give you good and plenty
Representin' B-Town in the houseJunior Mafia, mad flavorUh, uh, yeah, aight
You know very wellWho you areDon't let 'em hold you downReach for the starsYou had a goalBut not that many'Cause you're the only oneI'll give you good and plenty
Biggie Smalls, it's all good, niggaJunior Mafia, it's all good, niggaBad Boy, it's all good, niggaIt's all goodThat's right, '94And on and on, and on and onYou know very wellWho you areDon't let 'em hold you downReach for the stars
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