Il testo della Reputation

(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