1970 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, the fly girl
Tangere or Hennessey until I called Earl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck
While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit
New York, New York ready for the lights of this
Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
2:19 is when my mama's water burst
No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
Umbilical chord'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"
I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time
Before I even got the rhyme
Before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?
Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my left eye
With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed Sty
Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high
If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
In 2006, it might sound like this
NY, 7 1 8's, 2 1 2's
With Sue's rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge
High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
Puerto Ricans with fat asses
Blazed dutch...
