[Intro]
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**** all you hos
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Get a grip, ************
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Yeah...
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This album is dedicated
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To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
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To all the people
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That lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
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That called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter
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And all the *****z in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Huh
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It's all good, baby, bay-bee
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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 till my tape popped
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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...
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And if you don't know, now you know, ***** (uh)
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[Chorus]
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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' five 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 (uh)
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And if you don't know, now you know, *****
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[Chorus]
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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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Fifty 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 (uh)
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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, ***** (uh)
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[Chorus]
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Uh, uh
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And if you don't know, now you know, *****
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Uh
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And if you don't know, now you know, *****
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Representin' B-town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor (uh)
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Uh, yeah, a-ight
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Juicy
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The Notorious B.I.G. |