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