Idioma Origen:
[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
Idioma Destino:
[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