Intro:
  
  (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.
  
  Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
  I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
  buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
  me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
  and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
  
  Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
  
  Verse One:
  
  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
  Smokin' weed and bamboo, 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 filla, 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 Starsky
  I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
  Call the crib, same number same hood
  It's all good
  
  Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
  
  Chorus:
  
  You know very well who you are
  Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
  You had a go, but not that many
  'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty
  
  Verse Two:
  
  I made the change from a common thief
  To up close and personal with Robin Leach
  And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
  Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
  The Moet and Alize 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 packin' gats and stuff
  Now honies play me close like butter played toast
  From the Mississippi down to the east coast
  Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
  Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
  Livin' life without fear
  Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
  Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
  Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
  Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
  And it's still all good
  
  Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
  
  Verse Three:
  
  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
  Phone bill about two G's flat
  No need to worry, my accountant handles that
  And my whole crew is loungin'
  Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
  Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
  Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
  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 thirst-ay
  Uh, damn right I like the life I live
  'Cause I went from negative to positive
  And it's all...
  
  (It's all good)
  
  ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
  Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
  Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
  
  Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
  Uh, yeah, a-ight