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Lyrics. (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. Yes, this album is for all teachers who told me I would never amount to nothin 'to all the people on the building that I lived hustlin', that the police called on me when I try only dedicated " to earn money to feed my daughters, and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I mean "Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh? [Verse One:] It was all a dream I used to read Word Up magazine and Salt'n'PepaHeavy D in the limousine Hangin 'pictures on my wall Every Saturday, Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock' til my tape surfaced Smokin 'weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock Way back, when I saw the red and to fit black lumberjack with the hat Remember Rappin 'Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop it would be so far Now I'm in the limelight because I rhyme tight Time to blow up paying, as the World Trade Organization Born sinner, remember the opposite of a winnerwhen I used to sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I eat'm Blowin 'Up like you I would do the crib, same number same hood Call It's all good Uh thought, and if you do not know now, know nigga, uh [Chorus:] You know very well who you are Do not let em hold you down, you access the stars had a goal, but not so many because you're the only I give you good and plenty [Verse Two:] I have to switch from a common thief To up close...
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