| Verse one]
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| Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don’t sweat the date
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| My moms is late so I had to plan my escape
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| out the skins, in this world of fly girls
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| Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
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| Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
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| I wish moms’d hurry up so I could get buck
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| wild, juvenile rippin’mics and shit
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| New York New York, ready for the likes of this, uh Then came the worst date, May 21st
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| 2:19, that’s when my momma water burst
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| No spouse in the house so she rode for self
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| to the hospital, to see if she could get a little help
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| Umbilical cord’s wrapped around my neck
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| I’m seein’my death and I ain’t even took my first step
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| I made it out, I’m bringin’mad joy
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| The doctor looked and said, He’s gonna be a Bad Boy
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| Now I’m thirteen, smokin’blunts, makin’cream
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| On the drug scene, fuck a football team
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| Riskin’ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
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| Hearin’the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
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| 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
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| before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
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| 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
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| Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
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| C74-Mark 8 set me straight
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| Not able to move behind the great steel gate
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| Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
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| All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
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| Ninety-four, now I explore new horizons
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| Mama smile when she see me, that’s surprisin'
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| Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all night
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| Peep duckin’cops on the creep all night
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| As I open my eyes and realizin’I changed
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| Not the same deranged child stuck up in the game
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| And to my niggas livin’street life
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| Learn to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
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| Still tote your vest man, niggas be trippin'
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| In the streets without a gat? |
| Nah, nigga you’re slippin'
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| If I’m pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
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| Original hustler with the muffler on the Tec
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| Respect to the Mac’s and the Ac’s
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| To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my peeps |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Respect, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Music Inspired By Biggie: I Got A Story To Tell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп