Respect the Takeover

Nineteen-seventy something
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 would hurry up
So I could get buck
Wild juvenile ripping mics and shit
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 death 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"

As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers get
Live motherfuckers!

Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts
Making cream
On the drug scene, fuck 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 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 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