it was all a dream

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 Im 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 starsky

Im blowin up like you thought I would

Call the crib, same number same hood

Its all good

Uh, and if you dont know, now you know, nigga, uh

You know very well who you are

Dont let em hold you down, reach for the stars

You had a go, but not that many

cause youre the only one Ill give you good and plenty