text: 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
  Smoking weed and Bambu, sipping 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 Starski 
  Im blowing up like you thought I would
  Call the crib, same number same hood 
  Its all good 
  New York
  Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
  Theres nothing you can’t do
  Now you’re in New York
  These streets will make you feel brand new
  Big lights will inspire you
  Lets hear it for New York
  I made the change from a common thief
  To up close and personal with Robin Leach
  And Im far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
  Spread love, its the Brooklyn way
  The Moet 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 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
  Putting 5 karats in my baby girls ears
  Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
  Considered a fool cause I dropped out of high school
  Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
  And its still all good
  Like a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me
  Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
  They said youd murk me, by the time I was twenty one
  That shit disturbed me, but you never hurt me
  Hello Brooklyn, if we had a daughter
  Guess what Im a call her, Brooklyn Carter
  When I left you for Virginia, it didnt offend ya
  Cause you know I only stepped out to get dinner
  And Im eating, so much I bought extra
  So much so the dinners now turn into breakfast
  I only roll Lexus, to hug your road
  I love your corners, Im half your soul