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[Intro]
Amaj9
Yeah, this album is dedicated
B E
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to
nothin'
A E
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was
B
hustlin' in front of
Amaj9
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make
some money to feed my daughter
B
And all the niggas in the struggle
E
You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby,
A E
uh
[Verse 1]
B
It was all a dream,
Amaj9
I used to read Word Up! magazine
B
Salt n Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
E
Hangin' pictures on my wall
A E
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mister Magic,
B
Marley Marl
Amaj9
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu,
B
sippin' on Private Stock
E
Way back,
A E
when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to
match
B
Amaj9
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
B
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
E
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
A
Time to get paid,
E B
blow up like the World Trade
Amaj9
Born sinner,
the opposite of a winner
B
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
E
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri
A E B
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski
Amaj9
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood,
B
it's all good
E A E
And if you don't know, now you know,
B
nigga
[Chorus]
Amaj9
You know very well
B
Who you are
E A
Don't let 'em hold you down
E B Amaj9
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
B
But not that many
E
'Cause you're the only one
A E
I'll give you good and
[Verse 2]
B Amaj9
I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
B
And I'm far from cheap,
E
I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love,
A E B
it's the Brooklyn way The Mo
Amaj9
et and Alize keep me pissy,
girls used to diss me
B
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
E
I never thought it could happen,
this rapping stuff
A E B Amaj9
I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me
close like butter play toast
B
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
E
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
A E B
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Amaj9
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
B E
Lunches, brunches,
interviews by the pool
A E B
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Amaj9
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's
B
still all good,
uh
E A E
And if you don't know, now you know,
B
nigga
[Chorus]
Amaj9
You know very well
B
Who you are
E A
Don't let 'em hold you down
E B Amaj9
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
B
But not that many
E
'Cause you're the only one
A E B
I'll give you good and plenty
[Verse 3]
Amaj9
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man,
B
I couldn't picture this
E
Fifty inch screen,
money green leather sofa
Got two rides,
A E B
a limousine with a chauffeur
Amaj9
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry,
B
my accountant handles that
E
And my whole crew is loungin'
A
Celebrating every day,
E B
no more public housin'
Amaj9
Thinkin' back on my one room shack
B
Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back
E
And she loves to show me off of course
A E B
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
Amaj9
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
B
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
E
Birthdays was the worst days
A E B
Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty
Uh,
Amaj9
damn right I like the life I live
B
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all
E A E
And if you don't know, now you know,
B
nigga
[Chorus]
Amaj9
You know very well
B
Who you are
E A
Don't let 'em hold you down
E B Amaj9
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
B
But not that many
E
'Cause you're the only one
A E B Amaj9
I'll give you good and plenty
[Outro]
Representin' B Town in the house
B
Junior Mafia, mad flavor
E A E B Amaj9
Uh, uh, yeah, aight
B E A E B
[Outro/Chorus]
Amaj9
You know very well
B
Who you are
E A
Don't let 'em hold you down
E B Amaj9
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
B
But not that many
E
'Cause you're the only one
A E B Amaj9
I'll give you good and plenty
B E A E B Amaj9
B
[Fade Out]
E A E B
Amaj9
You know very well
B
Who you are
E A
Don't let 'em hold you down
E B
Reach for the stars
[Intro]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E
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
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'? It's all good, baby baby,
uh
[Verse 1]
B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
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, Mister 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
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
And if you don't know, now you know,
nigga
[Chorus]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E
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
[Verse 2]
B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
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 Mo
et and Alize keep me pissy,
girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen,
this rapping stuff
I was too used to packing 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
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
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
And if you don't know, now you know,
nigga
[Chorus]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
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
[Verse 3]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man,
I couldn't picture this
Fifty 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'
Celebrating every day,
no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one room shack
Now my mom pimps an 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
And if you don't know, now you know,
nigga
[Chorus]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - -
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
[Outro]
B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
Representin' B Town in the house
Junior Mafia, mad flavor
Uh, uh, yeah, aight
[Outro/Chorus]
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B |
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
[Fade Out]
| E - - - | - A E B |
| Amaj9 - - - | - - - B | E - - - | - A E B |
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
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