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Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description fit you,
Look around it hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you
Blood and white makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The hood for no one
I've through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the of your admiration
is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is for the survival of the street's disciple

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

Moonstruck stuck, as molasses in my actions
compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin' Tyson
After watchin' him cut up Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' niggaz can have it
Coke baggin' and

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

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

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock,
of measuring pots 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, gold on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and Rakim do it

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

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