[verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the dateMy moms is late so I had to plan my escapeOut the skins, in this world of fly girlsTanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurlTen months in this gut, what the fuckI wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buckWild, juvenile rippin' mics and shitNew York, New York, ready for the likes of this (uh!)Then came the worst date, May 21st2:19, that's when my momma water burstNo spouse in the house so she rode for selfTo the hospital, to see if she could get a little helpUmbilical cord's wrapped around my neckI'm seein' my death and I ain't even took my first stepI made it out, I'm bringin' mad joyThe doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'[singin' background: MC Quita]Respect nowB.I.G. along with Biggie Sound[verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' creamOn the drug scene, fuck a football teamRiskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteenHearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I meanI wanna blow up, stack my dough upSo school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow upMom said that I should grow up and check myselfbefore I wreck myself, disrespect myselfPut the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see itScarface, King of New York, I wanna be itRap was secondary, money was necessaryUntil I got incarcerated - Kinda scaryC 74 - Mark 8 set me straightNot able to move behind the great steel gateTime to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?All the money I stacked was all the money for bail[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'[singin' background: MC Quita]Respect nowB.I.G. along with Biggie Sound[verse 3: Biggie Sound]*Since eighty-nine I grow up with guns aroundToday at 21 years I have been Porsche aroundPhotos, action and have to keep my reputationDamn, now I gotta rapper's gratificationSmokin' blunts, shootin' niggas weakDon't be surprised with my mic, I swin' the HennessyThis is my way of beHad not yet twat when I made my first songWhat the fucker, I knew that my money is longI fell in love and fell outI thought of drown, I thought the crownDo not forget who I am (yea!)From where I came and I play this fuckin' gameRest in peace B.I.G. - Respect for meNow let me bring the good shit[* bells *]*Supplement: authorship of Biggie Sound
Songs by The Biggie Sound
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