| Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
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| I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
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| buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
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| me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter,
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| and all the niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
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| Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
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| It was all a dream
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| I used to read Word Up magazine
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| Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
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| Hangin' pictures on my wall
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| Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
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| I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop
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| Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
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| Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
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| With the hat to match
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| Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
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| You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
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| Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
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| Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
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| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
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| Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
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| Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
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| Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
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| I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
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| Call the crib, same number same hood
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| It's all good
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| Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
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| You know very well who you are
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| Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
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| You had a goal, but not that many
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| 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
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| I made the change from a common thief
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| To up close and personal with Robin Leach
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| And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
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| Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
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| The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
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| Girls used to diss me
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| Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
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| I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
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| I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
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| Now honies play me close like butter played toast
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| From the Mississippi down to the east coast
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| Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
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| Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
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| Livin' life without fear
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| Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
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| Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
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| Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
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| Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
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| And it's still all good
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| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
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| Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
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| When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
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| 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
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| Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
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| Phone bill about two G's flat
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| No need to worry, my accountant handles that
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| And my whole crew is loungin'
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| Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
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| Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
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| Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
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| And she loves to show me off, of course
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| Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
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| We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
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| No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
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| Birthdays was the worst days
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| Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
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| Uh, damn right I like the life I live
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| 'Cause I went from negative to positive
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| And it's all...
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| (It's all good)
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| ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
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| Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
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| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
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| Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
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| Uh, yeah, a-ight |