[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
f** all you, hoes! Get a grip, motherf**er!
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nuttin
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustling in front of
Called the police on me when I was just trying to make some money to feed my daughter
And all the n***as in the struggle
You know what I'm saying? It's all good, baby baby
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 popped
Smoking weed on 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 used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wa**up?)
I'm blowing up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood (that's right)
It's all good (it's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know, n***a
[Hook: Total]
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
[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
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 Alizé 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
I was too used to packing gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like bu*ter play toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Living life without fear
Putting 5 carats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped outta high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, n***a
[Hook: Total]
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
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is lounging
Celebrating every day, no more public housing
Thinking back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirsty
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all... (it's all good n***a)
And if you don't know, now you know, n***a
[Hook: Total + The Notorious B.I.G.]
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
And if you don't know, now you know, n***a
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
And if you don't know, now you know, n***a
[Ad-Libs: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Representin' B-Town in the house
Junior Mafia, mad flavor
Uh, yh, yeah
A-ight
[Hook: Total]
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
[Outro: Puff Daddy + Total]
Biggie Smalls, it's all good n***a
Junior Mafia
It's all good n***a
Bad Boy
It's all good n***a
It's all good
That's right, '94
And on and on
And on and on
You know very well
It's all good
Who you are
Yeah...
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
[Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]