text: 1970 somethin, 1970 somethin
  1970 somethin, 1970 somethin 
  1970 somethin, 1970 somethin 
  1970 somthin
  1970 somethin
  Nigga I dont sweat the date, my moms is late
  So I had to plan my escape, out the skins
  In this world, the fly girl 
  Tanqueray or Hennessy 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 likes of this
  Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st
  2:19 is when my mama water burst
  No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself
  To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
  Umbilical chords wrapped around my neck 
  Im seein my death, and I aint even took my first step
  I made it out, Im bringin mad joy 
  The doctor looked and said Hes 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 yeah
  Would Pac be alive, if you let Pac drive?
  Swear to God, to reverse it, Ill give my Left Eye
  With the right Ill visualize the king of Bed-Stuy 
  Checkin his daughter, Tyanna into junior high 
  If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive
  In 2006, it might sound like this
  NY, 7-1-8s, 2-1-2s
  With Sues rendezvous, its like Moulin Rouge 
  High fashion, uptown Air Force Ones and Vasquez
  Puerto Ricans with fat asses 
  Blazed dutch masters, we dump ashes
  On models in S classes for you bastards 
  Catch a cab to Manhattan, with that Broadway actin
  You hype, that Belly shitll get you capped and wrapped in plastic
  Tell the captain to ask Rog Whats Happenin?
  I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum 
  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
  Now Im 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 aint my lifetime dream 
  I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my dough up
  So school, I didnt 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, couldnt see it
  Scarface, king of New York, I wanna be it 
  Rap was secondary, money was necessary
  Until I got incarcerated, kinda scary
  C-74, Mark 8 set me straight
  Not able to move behind a great steel gate 
  Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
  All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail
  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 yeah
  Said I knew I
  And I knew that I was going somewhere yeah
  Ooooh, oooooh
  1970 somethin