Chords for Biggie Smalls - 1970 Somethin'

_ _ [Ab] _ _ 1970 something, 1970 something, [Gm] 1970 something, 1970 [Ab] something, 1970 _ something, 1970 something,
_ [Gm] 1970 [Ab] something, nigga I don't sweat today, my mom was late, so I had to plan my escape,
out the skins, in this world, a fly [Fm] girl, ain't a ray of energy [Gm] until I call Earl,
10 [Ab] months in this gut, what the fuck, I wish my mama hurry up so I can get buck,
wild juvenile with the mic and shit, New York, New York, [G] ready for the likes of this,
then came the worst [Ab] date, May 21st, 219, that's when my mama water burst,
no spouse in the house, so she rode herself, to the hospital [Gm] to see if she could get a little help,
[Ab] umbilical cords wrapped around my neck, I'm seeing my death and I ain't even took my first step,
I made it out [F] of friggin' mad joy, the doctor looked and said it's gonna be [G] a bad boy,
I don't ever cry [Ab] for time, I don't cry for no [F] decide,
I don't cry for the numbers and lies, I don't know where I [Gm] went so wrong,
had to take a bad [Ab] time, before I even got to ride,
before I had to lose it all, I know that I was wrong,
we [G] alive cause we red cocked, drive, swear [Ab] to god to reverse it, I give my left eye,
with the right I visualize the king of best eye, checking his daughter Tiana in the junior high,
if I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive in 2006, it might sound like this,
NY 718s, 212s, with Suze rendezvous, it's like Moulin Rouge,
high [Gm] fashion, uptown and 421s and fast squares, [Ab] Puerto Ricans with fat asses,
blaze Dutch masters, we dump ashes on models in S-classes, for you bastards,
catch a cab to [Gm] Manhattan with that Broadway act, and you [Ab] hype that belly shit,
I get you capped and wrapped and blasted, tell the captain ass Rodgers,
happening out here in North [F] Street, no evil inside the bag, _
[Gm] I don't [Ab] cry for the numbers [Bbm] _ [Ab] and lies, I don't cry for [Gm] the numbers and lies,
I don't know where I went so wrong, had to take a bad [Ab] time,
now I'm 13 smoking blunts making cream, on the drug scene,
fucking football team, risking, rubbed [Gm] to slings by the age of 16,
[Ab] here in the coast dream, ain't my lifetime dream, I mean,
I wanna throw up, [Eb] slap my dough up, so school I didn't show up,
it fucked my flow up, mom said that I should show [Gm] up,
and check myself before I [Ab] 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 [Gm] was secondary, money was necessary, until I got [Ab] incarcerated,
kinda scary, C-74 mod H set me straight,
not able to move behind the great steel gate,
time to [Gm] contemplate, damn, where did I fail,
all [Ab] the money I stacked was all the money for bail,
I don't cry for the numbers _ [Bbm] and lies, [Fm] I don't cry for the numbers and [Gm] lies,
I don't know where I [Ab] went so [N] wrong, _ _ _ _
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