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    GAME, THE

    Stop Snitchin-Stop Lyin 2006 ©

    1970 Somethin'

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    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."


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    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


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    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


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    2006 ©




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