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[verse 1: B.I.G.]
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the
My moms is late so I had to my escape
Out the skins, in world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I hurl
Ten in this gut, what the fuck
I moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and
New York, New York, ready for the likes of (uh!)
Then the worst date, May 21st
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 help
Umbilical cord's around 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"

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

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

[verse 2: B.I.G.]
Now I'm thirteen, blunts, makin' cream
On the scene, fuck a football team
ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I wanna blow up, stack my up
So school I didn't up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I should up and check myself
before I wreck myself, disrespect
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, see it
Scarface, King of New York, I be it
Rap was secondary, was necessary
Until I got incarcerated - Kinda
C 74 - 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I
All the money I was all the money for bail

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

[singin' background: MC
now
B.I.G. along with Biggie

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