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

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