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歌詞
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nuttin
To all the people that lived above the buildings
That I was hustling in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the *****s in the struggle
You 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
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smoking ***** on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-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 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 Starski
I'm blowing up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, *****
I made the change from a common thief
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alizé keep me pissy
girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Putting 5 carats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped outta high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh
To all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nuttin
To all the people that lived above the buildings
That I was hustling in front of
Called the police on me
When I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the *****s in the struggle
You 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
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smoking ***** on Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-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 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 Starski
I'm blowing up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, *****
I made the change from a common thief
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alizé keep me pissy
girls used to diss me
Now they write letters cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Putting 5 carats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped outta high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh
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