Nineteen-seventy something, nigga I dont 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 would hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit
New York, New York, ready for the likes of this
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2:19, thats 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 cords wrapped around my neck
Im seeing my death and I aint even took my first step
I made it out, Im bringing mad joy
The doctor looked and said, Hes going to be a bad boy
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers. Get live motherfuckers!!
Now Im thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream aint lifetime dream!
I mean I want to 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 want to 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