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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Total
Total
Additional Vocals
Keisha Spivey
Keisha Spivey
Vocals
Kima Raynor Dyson
Kima Raynor Dyson
Vocals
Pamela Long
Pamela Long
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Mtume
James Mtume
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Executive Producer
Conrad Dimanche
Conrad Dimanche
Associate Producer
Mario Rodriguez
Mario Rodriguez
Mixing Engineer
Jean "Poke" Oliver
Jean "Poke" Oliver
Producer
Mr. Cee
Mr. Cee
Associate Producer
Faith Evans
Faith Evans
Co-Producer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Co-Producer
Voletta Wallace
Voletta Wallace
Co-Producer
Wayne Barrow
Wayne Barrow
Co-Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mister Cee
Mister Cee
Associate Producer
H. Pierre
H. Pierre
Co-Producer
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Sean 'Diddy' Combs
Executive Producer

Songtexte

Fuck all you hoes, get a grip motherfucker 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 niggas in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? Ha, it's all good baby baby, 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 popped Smokin' weed 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, 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 Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, 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 Moët 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 packin' gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ears Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool, 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good, uh (that's right, it's all good nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga 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 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 loungin' Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' 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, that's right) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga, 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 your the only one I'll give you good and plenty Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh Uh, yeah, aight You know very well (you know) who you are (who you are to me) Don't let 'em hold you down (don't), reach for the stars You had a goal (you had a goal), but not that many 'Cause your the only one, I'll give you good and plenty Biggie Smalls, it's all good nigga, Junior Mafia It's all good nigga, Bad Boy, it's all good nigga It's all good That's right, '94 and on and on And you know very well, who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars...
Writer(s): Oliver M Ollie Locadia, Giovanni L Sabajo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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