Yeah, this album is dedicated

To all the teachers that told me

I'd never amount to nuttin

To all the people that lived above the buildings

That I was hustling in front of

Called the police on me

When I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter

And all the *****s in the struggle

You know what I'm saying? 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

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Smoking ***** on 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, Brucey B, Kid Capri

Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski

I'm blowing 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, *****

I made the change from a common thief

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way

The Moet 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 rappin' 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

Putting 5 carats in my baby girl's ear

Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool

Considered a fool cause I dropped outta high school

Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood

And it's still all good

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