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It was all a dream
I used to read word up magazine
Saltnpepa 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
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