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

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

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

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

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

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

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