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 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 used to eat sardines for dinner. 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, nigga). And if you don't know, now you know, nigga.