Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineĮvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front ofĬalled the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' ("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!)
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