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