(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 sinner, 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