Текст песни 1970 Somethin' - Faith Evans , The Notorious B.I.G. , The Game
1970
Somethin'
nigga
I
don't
sweat
the
date
my
moms
was
late
So
I
had
to
plan
my
escape,
out
the
skins
In
this
world
the
fly
girls,
tangeray
and
hennesey
Untill
I
call
earl,
10
months
in
this
gut,
wut
the
fuck
I
wish
moms
would
hurry
up,
so
I
can
get
buck
wild
Juvenile
with
the
mics
n
shit,
New
York
New
York,
ready
for
the
likes
of
this
(oh)
Then
came
the
worst
date,
May
21st
2:19
was
when
my
moma
water
burst
No
spouse
in
the
house,
so
she
rolled
herself
To
the
hospital,
to
see
if
she
could
get
a
little
help
Umbilicle
cords
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
docter
looked
and
said
he's
gonna
be
BAD
BOY!
I
remmember
back
in
time,
before
all
the
homies
died,
before
all
the
dollars
and
nines
I
knew
that
I
was
goin'
somewhere
Let
me
take
you
back
in
time,
before
I
even
got
the
rhyme,
before
I
had
nickels
and
dimes
I
knew
that
I
was
goin'
somewhere
Would
'Pac
be
alive,
if
you
let
'Pac
drive?
Swear
to
God
to
reverse
it
I
give
my
left
eye
With
the
right
I
visualized,
the
king
of
Bed-Stuy
Checkin'
his
daughter
Tianna
into
junior
high
If
I
was
in
Brooklyn,
and
B.I.
was
still
alive,
in
2006
it
might
sound
like
this
N.Y.
718
212,
with
Sue's
Rendevouz
It's
like
Moulin
Rouge
High
fashion,
up
town
Air
Force
Ones
And
Vasquez,
Puerto
Ricans
with
fat
asses
Lace
Dutch
Masters,
we
dump
ashes,
on
models
and
S
classes
For
you
bastards,
catch
a
cab
to
Manhattan
With
that
broadway
actin',
you
hype
that
belly
shit
Would
you
get
you
capped,
and
wrapped
in
plastic
Tell
the
captain,
S
Roge
was
happennin'
Out
here
nor
speak
no
evil,
inside
the
Magnum
I
remmember
back
in
time,
before
all
the
homies
died,
before
all
the
dollars
and
nines
I
knew
that
I
was
goin'
somewhere,
let
me
take
you
back
in
time
Now
I'm
13
smokin'
blunts,
makin'
green
Or
on
the
drug
scene,
fuck
the
football
team
Risk
it,
rupt
ur
spleens,
by
the
age
of
16
Hearin'
the
coach
scream,
make
my
lifetime
dream
I
mean,
I
wanna
blow
up,
stack
my
doe
up
So
school
I
didn't
show
up,
and
fuck
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,
naww!
I
couldn't
see
it
Scarface
king
of
New
York,
I
wanna
be
it
Rap
was
secondary,
money
was
neccessary
Untill
I
got
encarcerated,
kinda
scarry
See
74'
march
8,
set
me
straight,
not
able
to
move
behind
a
great
steal
gate
Time
to
contemplate,
damn
were
did
I
fail
All
the
money
I
stacked,
was
all
the
money
for
bail
I
remmember
back
in
time,
before
all
the
homies
died,
before
all
the
dollars
and
nines
I
knew
that
I
was
goin'
somewhere
Let
me
take
you
back
in
time,
before
I
even
got
the
rhyme,
before
I
had
nickels
and
dimes
I
knew
that
I
was
goin'
somewhere
(yeah)
1 Running Your Mouth
2 Love Is Everlasting (outro)
3 Wake Up
4 Wake Up Now
5 Just a Memory
6 Hold Your Head
7 Hold Ya Head
8 Little Homie (interlude)
9 Mi Casa
10 Mi Casa
11 Mi Casa
12 Ultimate Rush
13 Ultimate Rush
14 Breakin' Old Habits (feat. T.I. and Slim Thug)
15 Breakin' Old Habits
16 Hustler's Story
17 Hustler's Story
18 Hustler's Story
19 Little Homie - Interlude
20 Hustler's Story
21 My Dad (interlude)
22 Beef
23 Beef
24 B.I.G. Live In Jamaica - Intro
25 I'm With Whatever
26 I'm With Whateva
27 I'm With Whateva
28 Living in Pain
29 Nasty Girl
30 1970 Somethin'
31 1970 Somethin'
32 1970 Somethin'
33 Greatest Rapper (interlude)
34 The Greatest Rapper (interlude)
35 Living the Life
36 Living the Life
37 Living The Life
38 Get Your Grind On
39 Get Your Grind On
40 Whatchu Want - The Commission
41 Whatchu Want (The Commission)
42 Whatchu Want
43 Spit Your Game (feat. Twista and Bone Thugs N Harmony)
44 Spit Your Game
45 It Has Been Said
46 B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (intro)
47 My Dad (interlude)
48 Little Homie (interlude)
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