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Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop gangsta rap east coast rap

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Verse 1

Nineteen-seventy 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 of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms`d hurry up so I could get buck
wild, 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, that`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 cord`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"

Verse 2

Now I`m 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 at 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
Mom 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
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

Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
Mama smile when she see me, that`s surprisin`
Honeys is tantalizin`, they freak all night
Peep duckin` cops on the creep all night
As I open my eyes and realizin` I changed
Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my niggas livin` street life
Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin`
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you`re slippin`
If I`m pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
Respect to the Mac`s and the Ac`s
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps

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