*** all you hoes, get a grip *** Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' from that called the police on me When I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter And all the niggas in the struggle, know what I'm sayin'? 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 Mall I let my tape rock till my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember rappin' 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, Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call a crib, same number, same hood It's all good Uh And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh You know very well who you are Don't let him hold you down We saw the star You had a go, but not Sunday Cause you're the only one I met this Sunday 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 rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and stuff But now honeys play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Cardos and queens in dough for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' five carats 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 Uh And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this Fifty-inch screen, money green, leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two Gs flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a act with minks 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 Uh Damn right, I like the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive And it's all And if you don't know, now you know, nigga And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh Uh Uh Uh Yeah Hey, yeah, hey You know very well You know who you are Who you are tonight So Reach for the stars You had a goal You had a goal What comes after that? Cause you're the only one Love if you couldn't finish It's all So good, nigga Do your mafia So good, nigga That one So good, nigga It's all good That's right Ninety-four And on and on And on and on It's all good