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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description fit you,
around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's

The waits for no one
I've been it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
is what they lack
It niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's

From the day you were
out, a young disciple
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
the day you were born
Street's
Yeah, disciple of the

Moonstruck stuck, slow as in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin'
After watchin' him cut up Razor
In the gutter, which was once ghetto is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke and toe-taggin'

They Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they you"
He never got to see my debut,
But wild with hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

From the day you were
out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the

Plug the up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer
1991, son, fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed to us that we could ever leave
From the block, where the world was freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this again, fuck these
policemen, plush leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch bellies
Babies in a cycle, future disciples

From the day you born
Starring out, a young
You had that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Street's
Yeah, disciple of the