Reputation Lyrics - The Biggie Sound

[verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 

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" 

[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] 

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin' 

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin' 

[singin' background: MC Quita] 

Respect now 

B.I.G. along with Biggie Sound 

[verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.] 

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 

C 74 - 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 

[chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] 

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin' 

1970 somethin' - 1970 somethin' 

[singin' background: MC Quita] 

Respect now 

B.I.G. along with Biggie Sound 

[verse 3: Biggie Sound]* 

Since eighty-nine I grow up with guns around 

Today at 21 years I have been Porsche around 

Photos, action and have to keep my reputation 

Damn, now I gotta rapper's gratification 

Smokin' blunts, shootin' niggas weak 

Don't be surprised with my mic, I swin' the Hennessy 

This is my way of be 

Had not yet twat when I made my first song 

What the fucker, I knew that my money is long 

I fell in love and fell out 

I thought of drown, I thought the crown 

Do not forget who I am (yea!) 

From where I came and I play this fuckin' game 

Rest in peace B.I.G. - Respect for me 

Now let me bring the good shit 

[* bells *] 

*Supplement: authorship of Biggie Sound