Reputation

[verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]

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"

[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'

[singin' background: MC Quita]

Respect now

B.I.G. along with Biggie Sound

[verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]

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

C 74 - 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

[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.]

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin'

[singin' background: MC Quita]

Respect now

B.I.G. along with Biggie Sound

[verse 3: Biggie Sound]*

Since eighty-nine I grow up with guns around

Today at 21 years I have been Porsche around

Photos, action and have to keep my reputation

Damn, now I gotta rapper's gratification

Smokin' blunts, shootin' niggas weak

Don't be surprised with my mic, I swin' the Hennessy

This is my way of be

Had not yet twat when I made my first song

What the fucker, I knew that my money is long

I fell in love and fell out

I thought of drown, I thought the crown

Do not forget who I am (yea!)

From where I came and I play this fuckin' game

Rest in peace B.I.G. - Respect for me

Now let me bring the good shit

[* bells *]