Verse 1 
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Nineteen seventy somethinand'  nigga i donand'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 momsand'd hurry up so i could get buck 
Wild  juvenile rippinand' mics and shit 
New york new york  ready for the likes of this  uh 
Then came the worst date  may 21st 
2:19, thatand'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 cordand's wrapped around my neck 
Iand'm seeinand' my death and i ainand't even took my first step 
I made it out, iand'm bringinand' mad joy 
The doctor looked and said, andquot;heand's gonna be a bad boyandquot; 
Verse 2 
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Now iand'm thirteen, smokinand' blunts, makinand' cream 
On the drug scene, fuck a football team 
Riskinand' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen 
Hearinand' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, i mean 
I wanna blow up, stack my dough up 
So school i didnand'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, couldnand'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 
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Ninety-four, now i explore new horizons 
Mama smile when she see me, thatand's surprisinand' 
Honeys is tantalizinand', they freak all night 
Peep duckinand' cops on the creep all night 
As i open my eyes and realizinand' i changed 
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game 
And to my niggas livinand' street life 
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest 
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippinand' 
In the streets without a gat? nah, nigga youand're slippinand' 
If iand'm pimpin on the f with weed on my breath 
Original hustler with the muffler on the tec 
Respect to the macand's and the acand's 
To the freaks in the jeeps, lick shots to my peeps