Verse 1
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Nineteen-seventy somethin, n**** I dont sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the f***
I wish momsd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile rippin mics and s***
New york new york, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the worst date, may 21st
2:19, thats when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck
Im seein my death and I aint even took my first step
I made it out, Im bringin mad joy
The doctor looked and said, hes gonna be a bad boy
Verse 2
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Now Im thirteen, smokin blunts, makin cream
On the drug scene, f*** a football team
Riskin ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didnt show up, it f***** my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? nah, couldnt see it
Scarface, king of new york, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, d***, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
Verse 3
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Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, thats surprisin
Honeys is tantalizin, they freak all night
Peep duckin cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my n***** livin street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, n***** be trippin
In the streets without a gat? nah, n**** youre slippin
If Im pimpin on the f with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the m***ler on the tec
Respect to the macs and the acs
To the freaks in the jeeps, lick shots to my peeps
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Nineteen-seventy somethin, n**** I dont sweat the date
My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the f***
I wish momsd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile rippin mics and s***
New york new york, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the worst date, may 21st
2:19, thats when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical cords wrapped around my neck
Im seein my death and I aint even took my first step
I made it out, Im bringin mad joy
The doctor looked and said, hes gonna be a bad boy
Verse 2
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Now Im thirteen, smokin blunts, makin cream
On the drug scene, f*** a football team
Riskin ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didnt show up, it f***** my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? nah, couldnt see it
Scarface, king of new york, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, d***, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
Verse 3
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Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, thats surprisin
Honeys is tantalizin, they freak all night
Peep duckin cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my n***** livin street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, n***** be trippin
In the streets without a gat? nah, n**** youre slippin
If Im pimpin on the f with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the m***ler on the tec
Respect to the macs and the acs
To the freaks in the jeeps, lick shots to my peeps