A Billion friends Cayman Islands Living life in the fast lane[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazineSalt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin’ pictures on my wallEvery Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock ’til my tape poppedSmokin’ weed in Bambú, sippin’ on Private StockWay back, when I had the red and black lumberjackWith the hat to matchRemember Rappin’ Duke? Duh-ha, duh-haYou never thought that hip-hop would take it this farNow I’m in the limelight ’cause I rhyme tightTime to get paid, blow up like the World TradeBorn sinner, the opposite of a winnerRemember when I used to eat sardines for dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug StarskiI’m blowin’ up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number, same hood, it’s all goodAnd if you don’t know, now you know, nigga