\u3000<\/param><\/param><\/param><\/param><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n\u6b4c\u8bcd\uff1a\nYeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me\nI’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people that lived above the\nBuildings that I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on\nMe when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughters,\nAnd all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I’m sayin’? <\/p>\nUh-ha, it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh<\/p>\nIt was all a dream\nI used to read word up magazine\nSalt’n’pepa and heavy d up in the limousine\nHangin’ pictures on my wall\nEvery saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl\nI let my tape rock ’til my tape popped\nSmokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\nRemember rappin’ duke, duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip hop would take it this far\nNow I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the world trade\nBorn filla, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri\nFunkmaster flex, lovebug starsky\nI’m blowin’ up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number same hood\nIt’s all good<\/p>\nUh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh<\/p>\nYou know very well who you are\nDon’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars\nYou had a go, but not that many\n’cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty<\/p>\nI made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with robin leach\nAnd I’m far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it’s the brooklyn way\nThe moet and alize keep me pissy\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters ’cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff\nI was too used to packin’ gats and stuff\nNow honies play me close like butter played toast\nFrom the mississippi down to the east coast\nCondos in queens, indo for weeks\nSold out seats to hear biggie smalls speak\nLivin’ life without fear\nPuttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ears\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool ’cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it’s still all good<\/p>\nUh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga<\/p>\nSuper nintendo, sega genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this\n50 inch screen, money green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two g’s flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin’\nCelebratin’ every day, no more public housin’\nThinkin’ back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a ac’ with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off, of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in the source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why christmas missed us\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ay\nUh, damn right I like the life I live\n’cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it’s all…<\/p>\n(it’s all good)<\/p>\n…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh\nUh, uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga\nUh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh<\/p>\nRepresentin’ b-town in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uh\nUh, yeah, a-ight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\u3000 \u6b4c\u8bcd\uff1a 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 daughters, And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[79],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1966"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1966"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1966\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1966"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1966"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lins-bros.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1966"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u6b4c\u8bcd\uff1a\nYeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me\nI’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people that lived above the\nBuildings that I was hustlin’ in front of that called the police on\nMe when I was just tryin’ to make some money to feed my daughters,\nAnd all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I’m sayin’? <\/p>\n
Uh-ha, it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh<\/p>\n
It was all a dream\nI used to read word up magazine\nSalt’n’pepa and heavy d up in the limousine\nHangin’ pictures on my wall\nEvery saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl\nI let my tape rock ’til my tape popped\nSmokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock\nWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjack\nWith the hat to match\nRemember rappin’ duke, duh-ha, duh-ha\nYou never thought that hip hop would take it this far\nNow I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tight\nTime to get paid, blow up like the world trade\nBorn filla, the opposite of a winner\nRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinner\nPeace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri\nFunkmaster flex, lovebug starsky\nI’m blowin’ up like you thought I would\nCall the crib, same number same hood\nIt’s all good<\/p>\n
Uh, and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh<\/p>\n
You know very well who you are\nDon’t let em hold you down, reach for the stars\nYou had a go, but not that many\n’cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty<\/p>\n
I made the change from a common thief\nTo up close and personal with robin leach\nAnd I’m far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day\nSpread love, it’s the brooklyn way\nThe moet and alize keep me pissy\nGirls used to diss me\nNow they write letters ’cause they miss me\nI never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff\nI was too used to packin’ gats and stuff\nNow honies play me close like butter played toast\nFrom the mississippi down to the east coast\nCondos in queens, indo for weeks\nSold out seats to hear biggie smalls speak\nLivin’ life without fear\nPuttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s ears\nLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool\nConsidered a fool ’cause I dropped out of high school\nStereotypes of a black male misunderstood\nAnd it’s still all good<\/p>\n
Uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga<\/p>\n
Super nintendo, sega genesis\nWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this\n50 inch screen, money green leather sofa\nGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur\nPhone bill about two g’s flat\nNo need to worry, my accountant handles that\nAnd my whole crew is loungin’\nCelebratin’ every day, no more public housin’\nThinkin’ back on my one-room shack\nNow my mom pimps a ac’ with minks on her back\nAnd she loves to show me off, of course\nSmiles every time my face is up in the source\nWe used to fuss when the landlord dissed us\nNo heat, wonder why christmas missed us\nBirthdays was the worst days\nNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ay\nUh, damn right I like the life I live\n’cause I went from negative to positive\nAnd it’s all…<\/p>\n
(it’s all good)<\/p>\n
…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh\nUh, uh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga\nUh…and if you don’t know, now you know, nigga, uh<\/p>\n
Representin’ b-town in the house, junior mafia, mad flavor, uh\nUh, yeah, a-ight<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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