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Yeah, 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 that lived above the buildings I was hustlin' in front of
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Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good)
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And all the n***** in the struggle
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You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby
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It was all a dream, 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 'til my tape popped
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Smokin' weed in Bambu, 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, Brucie B, Kid Capri
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Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
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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 (it's all good)
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And if you don't know, now you know, n****
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You know very well
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Who you are
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Don't let 'em hold you down
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Reach for the stars
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You had a goal
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But not that many
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'Cause you're the only one
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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
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I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
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Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
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The Moët and Alizé 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 honeys play me close like butter play 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
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And if you don't know, now you know, n****
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You know very well
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Who you are
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Don't let 'em hold you down
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Reach for the stars
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You had a goal
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But not that many
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'Cause you're the only one
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I'll give you good and plenty
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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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50-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 thirsty
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Uh, 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 (It's all good, n****)
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And if you don't know, now you know, n****
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You know very well
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Who you are
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Don't let 'em hold you down
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And if you don't know, now you know, n****
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Reach for the stars
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You had a goal
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But not that many
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'Cause you're the only one
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And if you don't know, now you know, n****
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I'll give you good and plenty
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Representin' B-Town in the house
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Junior Mafia, mad flavor
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Uh, uh, yeah, aight
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You know very well
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Who you are
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Don't let 'em hold you down
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Reach for the stars
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You had a goal
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But not that many
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'Cause you're the only one
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I'll give you good and plenty
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Biggie Smalls, it's all good, n****
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Junior Mafia, it's all good, n****
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Bad Boy, it's all good, n****
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It's all good
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That's right, '94
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And on and on, and on and on
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You know very well
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Who you are
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Don't let 'em hold you down
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Reach for the stars
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