1970 Somethin′ nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late

So I had to plan my escape, out the skins

In this world the fly girls, tangeray and henneseyUntill I call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck

I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild

Juvenile with the mics n shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this (oh)

Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my moma water burst

No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself

To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help

Umbilicle cords 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 docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY!

I remmember 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 it I give my left eye

With the right I visualized, the king of Bed-Stuy

Checkin′ his daughter Tianna into junior high

If I was in Brooklyn, and B.I. was still alive, in 2006 it might sound like this

N.Y. 718 212, with Sue's Rendevouz

It's like Moulin Rouge

High fashion, up town Air Force Ones

And Vasquez, Puerto Ricans with fat asses

Lace Dutch Masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes

For you bastards, catch a cab to Manhattan

With that broadway actin′, you hype that belly shit

Would you get you capped, and wrapped in plastic

Tell the captain, S Roge was happennin′

Out here nor speak no evil, inside the Magnum

I remmember 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

Now I′m 13 smokin' blunts, makin′ green

Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team

Risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age of 16

Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream

I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my doe up

So school I didn′t show up, and fuck 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, naww! I couldn't see it

Scarface king of New York, I wanna be it

Rap was secondary, money was neccessary

Untill I got encarcerated, kinda scarry

See 74' march 8, set me straight, not able to move behind a great steal gate

Time to contemplate, damn were did I fail

All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail

I remmember 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 (yeah)