Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
And if you don't know, now you know, you know
And it's still all good
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good
I made the change from a common thief
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers
With the hat to match
And she loves to show me off, of course
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
You had a goal, but not that many
And if you don't know, now you know, you know
'Cause I went from negative to positive
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And it's all, it's all good
It's all good baby, baby, check it
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
To make some money to feed my daughter
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(The Bronx, Queens, Uptown, Mt. Vernon)
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'
(Bad Boy, I see you Gooch, yeah)
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
Publishers: BIG POPPA MUSIC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC, TWELVE AND UNDER MUSIC
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Damn right I like the life I live
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
You had a goal, but not that many
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
You know very well who you are
Junior Mafia, Mad Flavor, uh, uh
You know very well who you are
And if you don't know, now you know, you know
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Birthdays was the worst days
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin'
Way back when I had the red and black lumberjack
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(Junior Mafia)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
Hangin' pictures on my wall
I was too used to packin' ***s and stuff
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
(And if you don't know, now you know, you know)
(South Central, Detroit, East Side, West Side, it's all good)
You know very well who you are
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Livin' life without fear
You had a goal, but not that many
(It's all good, Brooklyn)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
You know very well who you are
Aight, yeah
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
(Biggie Smalls)
Phone bill about two G's flat
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy, girls used to diss me
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Representin' B-Town in the house
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
And my whole crew is loungin'
(Puff Daddy)
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(And if you don't know, now you know)
Songwriters: Sean Combs, James Mtume, Jean Olivier, Christopher Wallace
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school