1970 Somethin'

The Notorious B.I.G.

Composição de: Christopher Wallace/Diana King/Harry Wayne K.C. Casey/Jayceon Taylor/Stephen Garrett
(feat. Faith Evans & The Game) 

[Intro - Notorious B.I.G.] 
19, 1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
1970 somthin' 

[Verse One - Notorious B.I.G.] 
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 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 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 wraped 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." 

[Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
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[Verse Two - The Game] 
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 ducth 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 wraped in plastic 
Tell the captain to ask Rog' What's Happenin'? 
I hear, nor speak no evil inside the magnum 

[Hook - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
1970 somethin', 1970 somethin' 
19, 70 somethin', 1970 somethin' 

[Verse Three - Notorious B.I.G.] 
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, made 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 

[Outro - Notorious B.I.G.] w/ vocals from Faith Evans 
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1970 somethin'
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