[00:18.53] 1970 Somethin' nigga I don't sweat the date my moms was late [00:22.36] So I had to plan my escape, out the skins [00:24.90] In this world the fly girls, tangeray and hennesey [00:27.17] Untill I call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck [00:31.58] I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild [00:34.31] Juvenile with the mics n shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this (oh) [00:39.17] Then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my moma water burst [00:43.70] No spouse in the house, so she rolled herself [00:46.15] To the hospital, to see if she could get a little help [00:49.04] Umbilicle cords wrapped around my neck [00:51.25] I'm seein' my death, and I ain't even took my first step [00:54.07] I made it out I'm bringin' mad joy [00:55.77] The docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY! [00:58.44] I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines [01:05.58] I knew that I was goin' somewhere [01:08.47] Let me take you back in time, before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes [01:15.59] I knew that I was goin' somewhere [01:16.13] Would 'Pac be alive, if you let 'Pac drive? [01:18.53] Swear to God to reverse it I give my left eye [01:21.28] With the right I visualized, the king of Bed-Stuy [01:23.66] Checkin' his daughter Tianna into junior high [01:26.12] If I was in Brooklyn, and B.I. was still alive, in 2006 it might sound like this [01:30.87] N.Y. 718 212, with Sue's Rendevouz [01:34.42] It's like Moulin Rouge [01:35.96] High fashion, up town Air Force Ones [01:38.50] And Vasquez, Puerto Ricans with fat asses [01:40.97] Lace Dutch Masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes [01:44.63] For you bastards, catch a cab to Manhattan [01:46.86] With that broadway actin', you hype that belly shit [01:49.16] Would you get you capped, and wrapped in plastic [01:51.01] Tell the captain, S Roge was happennin' [01:53.09] Out here nor speak no evil, inside the Magnum [01:57.63] I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines [02:05.02] I knew that I was goin' somewhere, let me take you back in time [02:10.78] Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green [02:13.02] Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team [02:15.43] Risk it, rupt ur spleens, by the age of 16 [02:17.94] Hearin' the coach scream, make my lifetime dream [02:20.33] I mean, I wanna blow up, stack my doe up [02:22.69] So school I didn't show up, and fuck my flow up [02:25.09] Mom said that I should grow up, and check myself [02:27.59] Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself [02:30.16] Put the drugs on the shelf, naww! I couldn't see it [02:32.86] Scarface king of New York, I wanna be it [02:35.24] Rap was secondary, money was neccessary [02:37.64] Untill I got encarcerated, kinda scarry [02:40.04] See 74' march 8, set me straight, not able to move behind a great steal gate [02:45.12] Time to contemplate, damn were did I fail [02:47.57] All the money I stacked, was all the money for bail [02:49.68] I remmember back in time, before all the homies died, before all the dollars and nines [02:56.81] I knew that I was goin' somewhere [02:59.44] Let me take you back in time, before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes [03:06.60] I knew that I was goin' somewhere (yeah) [03:07.97]