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[verse 1: B.I.G.]
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I sweat the date
My is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in this of fly girls
and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in gut, what the fuck
I moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and
New York, New York, for the likes of this (uh!)
Then came the worst date, May
2:19, when my momma water burst
No spouse in the so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little
Umbilical cord's wrapped my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first
I it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Notorious B.I.G.]
1970 - 1970 somethin'
1970 somethin' - 1970

[singin' MC Quita]
now
B.I.G. along with Biggie

[verse 2: B.I.G.]
Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of
Hearin' the coach scream at my dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it fucked my up
Mom said that I should grow up and check
before I wreck myself, disrespect
Put the on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I be it
Rap was secondary, was necessary
I got incarcerated - Kinda scary
C 74 - Mark 8 set me
Not able to behind the great steel gate
to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the for bail

[chorus: B.I.G.]
1970 - 1970 somethin'
1970 - 1970 somethin'

background: MC Quita]
now
B.I.G. along with Sound

[verse 3: Sound]*
eighty-nine I grow up with guns around
Today at 21 years I have Porsche around
Photos, and have to keep my reputation
Damn, now I rapper's gratification
Smokin' blunts, niggas weak
Don't be surprised with my mic, I swin' the
is my way of be
Had not yet twat when I made my first
What the fucker, I knew that my is long
I fell in and fell out
I of drown, I thought the crown
Do not who I am (yea!)
From I came and I play this fuckin' game
in peace B.I.G. - Respect for me
Now let me bring the shit