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(B.I.G.) |
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1970 Somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late, |
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So I had to plan my escape, out the skins, |
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In this world the fly girls, tangeray and hennesey, |
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Untill I call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck, |
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I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild, |
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Juvenile with the mics n shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this, |
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Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my moma water burst, |
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No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself, |
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To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help, |
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Umbilicle cords wrapped around my neck, |
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Im seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step, |
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I made it out im bringin' mad joy, |
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The docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY! |
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(Faith Evans) |
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I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines, i knew that i was |
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goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time, before i even got the rhyme, before i had nickels and |
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dimes, i knew that i was goin' somewhere, |
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(The Game) |
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would pac be alive, if you let pac drive, |
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swear to god to reverse it I give my left eye, |
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with the right I visualized, the king of bed-stuy, |
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checkin his daughter tianna into junior high, |
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if I was in brooklyn, and B.I. was still alive,in 2006 it might sound like this, |
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N.Y. 7-1-8 2-1-2, with sues rendevouz, |
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its like moulin rouge, |
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high fashion, up town air force ones, |
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and vasquez, puerto ricans with fat asses |
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blaze dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes, |
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for you bastards, catch a cab to manhattan, |
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with that broadway actin', u hype that belly shit, |
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would you get you capped, and wrapped in plastic, |
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tell the captain, S Roge was happennin', |
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out here nor speak no evil, inside the magnum |
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(Faith Evans) |
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I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines, i knew that i was |
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goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time, |
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(B.I.G.) |
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now i'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green, |
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on the drug scene, fuck the football team, |
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risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age of 16, |
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hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream, |
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i mean, i wanna blow up, stack my doe up, |
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so school i didn't show up, and fucked my flow up, |
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mom said that i should grow up, and check myself, |
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before i wreck myself, disrespect myself, |
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put the drugs on the shelf, naww! i couldn't see it, |
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Scarface king of New York, i wanna be it, |
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rap was secondary, money was neccessary, |
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untill i got encarcerated, kinda scary, |
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see 74' march 8, set me straight, not able to move behind a great steel gate, |
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time to contemplate, damn were did i fail, |
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all the money i stacked, was all the money for bail, |
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(Faith Evans) |
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I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines, i knew that i was |
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goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time, before i even got the rhyme, before i had nickels and |
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dimes, i knew that i was goin' somewhere, |
