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1970 somethin', somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970
1970 somethin', somethin'
1970

1970 somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date, my moms is
So I had to my escape, out the skins
In this world, the fly
Tangere or Hennessey I called Earl
Ten months in gut, what the fuck
I moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile mics and shit
New York, New York for the lights of this

Uh, then came the date, May, 21st
2:19 is when my mama's burst
No in the house, so she rolls herself
To the hospital, to see if she could get a help
chord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death, and I even took my first step
I it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor and said, "He's gonna be a bad boy"

I remember back in
Before all the died
Before all the dollars and
I knew that I was goin'
Let me take you back in
I even got the rhyme
Before I had nickels and
I that I was goin' somewhere

Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac
Swear to God, to reverse, that give my left eye
With the I'll visualize the king of Bed Sty
his daughter, Teana into junior high
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was alive
In 2006, it might sound this
NY, 7 1 8's, 2 1 2's
With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Rouge

High fashion, uptown Air Force and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat
Blazed masters, we dump ashes
On in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway
You hype, that Belly shit'll get you and wrapped in plastic
Tell the captain to ask Rog 'What's
Nah, I hear, nor speak no inside the magnum

I back in time
Before all the homies
all the dollars and nines
I knew I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in

Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts cream
On the scene, fuck the football team
Risk it, rupt' your by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime
I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my up
So school, I didn't show up, it my flow up
Ma' that I should grow up, and check myself
I wreck myself, disrespect myself

Put the on the shelf, nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, money was
I got incarcerated, kinda scary
Seat 74, Mart 8 set me
Not able to move, behind a great gate
to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked, was all the money for

I remember in time
Before all the homies
Before all the dollars and
I knew that I was somewhere
Let me you back in time
I even got the rhyme
Before I had nickels and
I knew that I was goin' somewhere,

somethin', 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin', 1970
1970 somethin', 1970
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