Juicy
Fuck all you hoes, get a grip motherfucker
Yeah, this album is dedicated to 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 of that called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter and all the niggaz in the struggle, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good, baby, baby, uh
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 till my tape poppedSmokin' weed and Bambu, sippin' on private stockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember Rappin' Duke? "duh-ha, duh-ha"You 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, Brucey B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug StarskyI blowin' up like you thought I wouldCall the crib - same number, same hood
It's all goodUh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
(chorus)You know very well who you areDon't let'em hold you down, reach for the starsYou had a few, but not that many'Cause you're the only one, I'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 cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all daySpread love, it's the Brooklyn wayThe Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls 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, endo for weeksSold-out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speakLivin' life without fearPuttin' 5 carats 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 good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
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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 thirstayUh, damn right I like the life I live'Cause I went from negative to positiveAnd it's all...
(It's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, Mad FlavorUh, yeah, a'ight
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