[Verse One - Notorious B.I.G.] 1970 somethin' Nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl Tangere or Hennessy until I called Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York, New York ready for the lights of this Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st 2:19 is when my mama's water burst No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical chord's wraped around my neck I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy The doctor looked and said "He's gonna be a Bad Boy."
[Verse Two - The Game] Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive? Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my Left Eye With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Sty Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez Puerto Ricans with fat asses Blazed ducth masters, we dump ashes On models in S classes for you bastards Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin' You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and wraped in plastic Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'? I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum
[Verse Three - Notorious B.I.G.] Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck the football team Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream, made my lifetime dream I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school, I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Ma' said that I should grow up, and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary Seat 74, Mart 8 set me straight Not able to move, behind a great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
[Outro - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 19, 70 somethin' 19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin' Nine, 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 1970 somethin' Nine, teen, seventy, somethin' 1970 somethin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
