[Intro:]
(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
Iīd never amount to nothinī, to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlinī in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryinī to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what Iīm sayinī?
Uh-ha, itīs all good baby bay-bee, uh
[Verse 1:]
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
SaltīnīPepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hanginī pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock ītil my tape popped
Smokinī weed and bamboo, sippinī on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappinī Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now Iīm in the limelight īcause 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 Starsky
Iīm blowinī up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
Itīs all good
Uh, and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh
[Chorus:]
You know very well who you are
Donīt let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
īcause youīre the only one Iīll give you good and plenty
[Verse 2:]
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And Iīm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, itīs the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters īcause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappinī stuff
I was too used to packinī gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livinī life without fear
Puttinī 5 karats in my baby girlīs ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool īcause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And itīs still all good
Uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga
[Verse 3:]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldnīt picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two Gīs flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is lounginī
Celebratinī every day, no more public housinī
Thinkinī back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Acī with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
īCause I went from negative to positive
And itīs all...
(Itīs all good)
...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you donīt know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representinī B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight
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