(fuck all you hoes) get a motherfucker.
Yeah, this album is to all the teachers that told me I'd amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the Buildings that I was in front of that called the police on Me when I was just tryin' to make some money to my daughters, And all the niggaz in the struggle, you what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all baby bay-bee, uh
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It was all a I used to read up magazine Salt'n'pepa and d up in the limousine pictures on my wall Every saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley I let my tape 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed and bamboo, on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black With the hat to rappin' duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it far Now I'm in the limelight I rhyme tight to get paid, blow up like the world trade Born filla, the opposite of a when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to ron g, brucey b, kid flex, lovebug starsky I'm blowin' up like you I would the crib, same number same hood It's all
Uh, and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh
You know very who you are Don't let em hold you down, for the stars You had a go, but not many 'cause you're the only one give you good and plenty
[verse
I made the from a common thief To up close and personal with robin And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my all day love, it's the brooklyn way The moet and alize keep me Girls to diss me Now they letters 'cause they miss me I never it could happen, this rappin' stuff I was too used to packin' gats and Now honies play me close like played toast From the mississippi to the east coast Condos in queens, for weeks out seats to hear biggie smalls speak Livin' life without Puttin' 5 karats in my baby ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high Stereotypes of a male misunderstood And it's all good
Uh...and if you know, now you know, nigga
[verse
Super nintendo, genesis When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture 50 inch screen, money green sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a Phone about two g's flat No need to worry, my accountant that And my whole is loungin' Celebratin' day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my shack Now my mom pimps a ac' with on her back And she loves to me off, of course every time my face is up in the source We used to fuss when the landlord us No heat, why christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst Now we sip champagne we thirst-ay Uh, damn right I the life I live 'cause I went from to positive And all...
(it's all good)
...and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you know, now you know, nigga, uh
Representin' in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah,