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[Verse 1:] Nineteen-seventy somethin´, nigga I don´t sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms´d hurry up so I could get buck wild, juvenile rippin´ mics and shit New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19, that´s when my momma water burst No spouse in the house so she rode for self to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help Umbilical cord´s wrapped around my neck I´m seein´ my death and I ain´t even took my first step I made it out, I´m bringin´ mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He´s gonna be a Bad Boy" [Verse 2:] Now I´m thirteen, smokin´ blunts, makin´ cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskin´ ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin´ the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn´t show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn´t see it Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [Verse 3:] Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons Mama smile when she see me, that´s surprisin´ Honeys is tantalizin´, they freak all night Peep duckin´ cops on the creep all night As I open my eyes and realizin´ I changed Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game And to my niggas livin´ street life Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin´ In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you´re slippin´ If I´m pimpin on The F with weed on my breath Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec Respect to the Mac´s and the Ac´s To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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