Songtext
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' (hmm)
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (yeah)
And to all the peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah, yeah)
It's all good, baby, baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine (uh-uh)
Salt-N-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine, hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (uh, that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock (yeah)
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 (yeah)
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 (hmm)
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good, uh (yeah, check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (c'mon)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, h- and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls, yeah)
Reach for the stars (it's all good)
You had a goal (c'mon)
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty (check it)
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach (yeah)
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way (Brooklyn)
The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me (yeah)
I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff (uh-uh)
I was too used to packing g- and stuff (c'mon)
Now honeys play me close like butter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast (uh-uh)
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Living life without fear, puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches (lunch), brunches (crunch), interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good, uh (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know (check it)
You know very well (c'mon)
Who you are (bankrolls)
Don't let 'em hold you down (clothes)
Reach for the stars (mansions)
You had a goal
But not that many (it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur (woo)
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that (that's right)
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebrating every day, no more public housin' (uh-uh)
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back (yeah)
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip Champagne when we thirsty (thirsty)
Uh, damn right, I like the life I live (yeah)
'Cause I went from negative to positive, and it's all (it's all good)
And if you don't know (that's right), now you know (c'mon)
You know very well (money)
Who you are (h- and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you down (bankrolls)
And if you don't know, now you know
Reach for the stars (that's right)
You had a goal (it's all good)
But not that many (all good)
'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent)
And if you don't know, now you know
I'll give you good and plenty (c'mon)
Reppin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah (I see you, Cooch)
I'll give you good and plenty (c'mon)
A'ight (yeah)
(Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
Hey, yeah
You know very well (Puff Daddy) (you know)
Who you are (who you are to me)
Don't let 'em hold you down (don't) (c'mon)
Reach for the stars (it's all good)
You had a goal (you had a goal)
But not that many (not that many)
'Cause you're the only one (Bronx, Queens)
I'll give you good and plenty (Uptown)
Money in 'em, I'm burning
South Central
Detroit
Eastside
Westside
It's all good, niggas
It's right
