Авторы: Harry Wayne Casey, Diana King, The Notorious B.I.G.
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