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| Option | Votes |
| Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay | 9 |
| I used to read Word Up magazine | 6 |
| Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis | 5 |
| Birthdays was the worst days | 3 |
| Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner | 2 |
| No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us | 2 |
| Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' | 1 |
| Call the crib, same number same hood | 1 |
| It's all good | 1 |
| [Chorus:] | 1 |
| And my whole crew is loungin' | 1 |
| Now honies play me close like butter played toast | 1 |
| Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak | 1 |
| Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears | 1 |
| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga | 1 |
| Smiles every time my face is up in The Source | 1 |
| When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this | 1 |
| Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back | 1 |
| [Verse Three:] | 1 |
| I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped | 1 |
| Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl | 1 |
| Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack | 1 |
| Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha | 1 |
| Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived | 1 |
| 1 | |
| (Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker. | 1 |
| Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight | 1 |
| Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade | 1 |
| It was all a dream | 0 |
| No need to worry, my accountant handles that | 0 |
| Phone bill about two G's flat | 0 |
| Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur | 0 |
| (It's all good) | 0 |
| Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh | 0 |
| 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa | 0 |
| Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine | 0 |
| Hangin' pictures on my wall | 0 |
| Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh | 0 |
| Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga | 0 |
| [Verse One:] | 0 |
| And it's all... | 0 |
| 'Cause I went from negative to positive | 0 |
| Uh, damn right I like the life I live | 0 |
| I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff | 0 |
| ...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh | 0 |
| We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us | 0 |
| And she loves to show me off, of course | 0 |
| Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh | 0 |
| Thinkin' back on my one-room shack | 0 |
| Uh, yeah, a-ight | 0 |
| And it's still all good | 0 |
| Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood | 0 |
| I made the change from a common thief | 0 |
| [Verse Two:] | 0 |
| 'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty | 0 |
| You had a go, but not that many | 0 |
| Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars | 0 |
| You know very well who you are | 0 |
| You never thought that hip hop would take it this far | 0 |
| Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh | 0 |
| I'm blowin' up like you thought I would | 0 |
| Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky | 0 |
| Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri | 0 |
| To up close and personal with Robin Leach | 0 |
| And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day | 0 |
| Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way | 0 |
| Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school | 0 |
| Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool | 0 |
| Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock | 0 |
| Livin' life without fear | 0 |
| Condos in Queens, indo for weeks | 0 |
| From the Mississippi down to the east coast | 0 |
| With the hat to match | 0 |
| I was too used to packin' gats and stuff | 0 |
| Now they write letters 'cause they miss me | 0 |
| Girls used to diss me | 0 |
| The Moet and Alize keep me pissy | 0 |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner | 0 |
― acrobat, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 22:21 (eighteen years ago)
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