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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, pops a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make
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
wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
Imagination is what they
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the disciple

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

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

They took Will, let me describe him, a one
I think he was the true 'God's 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 got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz couldn't stand it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of arms do, a true street's disciple

the day you were 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

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

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

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