*** all you hoes, get a grip *** Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'll never amount to nothing To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling from that called the police on me When I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter And all the niggas in the struggle, 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 Hanging pictures on my wall Every Saturday, rap attack Mr. Magic Molly Mall I let my tape rock till my tape pop Smoking weed and bamboo, sipping on private stock Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember rapping Duke? Da ha, da 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's train Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Rod G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funk, Master Flex, Lovebug, Starsky I'm blowing up like you thought I would Call a crip, same number, same hood It's all good It's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well, who you are Don't let them hold you down We saw this all You had a goal, but now it's just a name Cause you're the only one I met you suddenly I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke stuff with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moet and Alizé keep me pissy Girls used to *** 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 played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, in dough for weeks Soul out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Putting five carrots 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 It's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well who you are Don't let them hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal, but now that's a name Cause you're the only one Love if you couldn't win it 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 chauffeur Phone till about 2 G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is lounging Celebrating every day, no more public housing Thinking back on my one-room shack Now my mom pips a act with minx on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is up in the sauce We used to fuss when the landlord ***ed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip champagne when we thirsty Damn right, I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well who you are Don't let them hold you down And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You're a bad fool, but not bad in the name Cause you're the only one And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Representing beat town in the house Julie Bopper, Mad Flava Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Give me good and bad and bad Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Hey, yeah, hey You know very well who you are Don't let them hold you down So reach for the stars You had a goal, but don't set me next Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and bad And it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, hey It's all good, nigga Bad boy It's all good, nigga It's all good That's right 94 And on and on And you know very well who you are Don't let them hold you down So reach for the stars