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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
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Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Notorious B.I.G.
The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
James Mtume
James Mtume
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jean Claude Oliver
Jean Claude Oliver
Producer
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Producer
Mario Rodriguez
Mario Rodriguez
Mixing Engineer
Jean "Poke" Oliver
Jean "Poke" Oliver
Producer
Pete Rock
Pete Rock
Producer

Lyrics

(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin'
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
In front of that called the police on me when I was just tryin'
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
To make some money to feed my daughter
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
It's all good baby, baby, check it
(To the chase of the shoeshine beat)
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
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, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know (Now you know)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You know very well who you are
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You had a goal, but not that many
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
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 Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honeys play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped outta highschool
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good, uh
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(It's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You know very well who you are
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You had a goal, but not that many
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(Yeah, it's all good)
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 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'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a 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 (It's all good)
And if you don't know, now you know (You know)
(That's right, come on)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You know very well who you are
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Uh, uh
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
And if you don't know, now you know
(That's right, it's all good)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You had a goal, but not that many
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
And if you don't know, now you know
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Representin' B-Town in the house
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(Biggie Smalls)
Junior Mafia, Mad Flavor, uh, uh
(Bad Boy, I see you Gooch, comin', yeah)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Junior Mafia
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You know very well who you are
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
You had a goal, but not that many
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
'Cause you're the only one, I'll give you good and plenty
(To the beat, y'all, y'all, y'all)
Written by: James Mtume, Jean Claude Oliver, Sean "Puffy" Combs, The Notorious B.I.G.
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