juicy

**** all you hoes Get a grip ************.
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 daughter, and all the ** **** in the struggle, you know what
I'm sayin'? Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
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 pop
Smokin' **** 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, *****, uh
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many 'cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with
RobinLeach 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