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

1970 somethin', nigga I sweat the date, my moms is late
So I had to my escape, out the skins
In world, the fly girl
Tangere or Hennessey until I called
Ten months in this gut, what the
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get
While, Juvenile mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the lights of

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

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

Would 'Pac be alive, if you let drive?
Swear to God, to reverse, I'll give my left eye
With the right I'll visualize the of Bed Sty
Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior
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 Moulin Rouge

High fashion, uptown Air Force and Vasquez
Puerto with fat asses
dutch masters, we dump ashes
On in S classes for you bastards
Catch a cab to Manhattan, that Broadway actin'
You hype, that Belly shit'll get you capped and in plastic
Tell the captain to ask Rog Happenin'?
Nah, I hear, nor no evil inside the magnum

I remember back in
all the homies died
Before all the and nines
I that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in

Now I'm thirteen, blunts makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck the football
Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of
Hearin' the coach scream, make my dream
I mean, I wanna up, stack my dough up
So school, I show up, it fucked my flow up
Ma' that I should grow up, and check myself
Before I myself, disrespect myself

Put the drugs on the shelf, nah, see it
Scarface, king of New York, I be it
Rap was secondary, money was
Until I got incarcerated, scary
74, Mart 8 set me straight
Not able to move, behind a great steel
Time to contemplate, damn, did I fail?
All the I stacked, was all the money for bail

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

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