♪ 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' from ♪
♪ That called the police on me ♪
♪ When I was just tryin'
to make some money ♪
♪ To feed my daughter ♪
♪ And all my people in the struggle ♪
♪ You know what I'm sayin'?♪
♪ It's all good, Baby baby ♪
♪ It was all a dream,
I used to read Word Up! Magazine ♪
♪ Salt-n-Pepa & 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 in Bambu,
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 use
to eat sardines for dinner ♪
♪ Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri ♪
♪ Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski ♪
♪ I'm blowin' up like
you thought I would ♪
♪ Call the crib, Same number, Same hood ♪
♪ It's all good ♪
♪ And If you don't know,
Now you know, N*gga ♪
♪ Who the f*ck is this? ♪
♪ Paging me at 5:46 ♪
♪ In the morning,
Crack of dawn ♪
♪ And now I'm yawning,
Wipe the cold out my eye ♪
♪ See who's this pagin' me and why? ♪
♪ It's my n*gga, Pop,
From The Barbershop ♪
♪ Told me, He was in The Gambling Spot ♪
♪ And heard the intricate plot ♪
♪ Of n*ggas wanna stick me,
Like flypaper, Neighbour ♪
♪ Slow down love,
Please chill, Drop the caper ♪
♪ Remember them fools,
from The Hill up in Brownsville ♪
♪ That you rolled dice with,
Smoked blunts ♪
♪ And got nice with ♪
♪ Yeah, My n*gga,
Fame up in Prospect ♪
♪ Nah them, My n*ggas,
Nah love, Wouldn't disrespect ♪
♪ I didn't say them,
They schooled me to some suckas ♪
♪ That you knew from back when ♪
♪ When you was clocking minor figures ♪
♪ Now, They heard you're
blowing up like Nitro ♪
♪ Now, They wanna stick the knife,
Through your windpipe slow ♪
♪ So, Thank Fame for warning me,
'Cause now, I'm warning you ♪
♪ I got the MAC, Biggie,
Tell me what you gonna do? ♪
♪ Damn, N*ggas wanna
stick me for my paper ♪
♪ Damn, N*ggas wanna
stick me for my paper ♪
♪ Damn, N*ggas wanna
stick me for my paper ♪
♪ Damn, N*ggas wanna
stick me for my paper ♪
