1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somthin'      1970 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, the fly girl   Tangere or Hennessey 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 lights of this      Uh, then came the worst date, May, 21st   2:19 is when my mama's water burst   No spouse in the house, so she rolls herself   To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help   Umbilical chord'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"      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      Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive?   Swear to God, to reverse, that I'll give my left eye   With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed Sty   Checkin' his daughter, Teana into junior high   If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive   In 2006, it might sound like this   NY, 7 1 8's, 2 1 2's   With Sue's rendezvous, it's 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 shit'll get you capped and wrapped in plastic   Tell the captain to ask Rog 'What's Happenin'?   Nah, 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 I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts makin' cream   On the drug scene, fuck the football team   Risk it, rupt' your spleens by the age of sixteen   Hearin' the coach scream, make 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   Ma' 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   Seat 74, Mart 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      1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somethin', 1970 somethin'   1970 somthin'