[Verse 1] Nineteen-seventy something, n***a 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 f** I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck Wild juvenile ripping mics and sh** New York, New York, ready for the likes of this 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 seeing my d**h and I ain't even took my first step I made it out, I'm bringing mad joy The doctor looked and said, "He's going to be a bad boy" [Hook] As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherf**ers. Get live motherf**ers!! [Verse 2] Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream On the drug scene, f** a football team: Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearing the coach scream ain't lifetime dream! I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it f**ed my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the d** on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I want to 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 [Hook]