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You was born in the eighties, drove a Mercedes Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid Crack baby, turn to young thug, might fit you, around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you Shit comes around faster than you Blood and chalk makes pink, so what's that make you? Become a creature of habitat, the cat Won't see where it's at, or where goin'
The waits for no one I've been through it from to Buicks, to body viewings Car chases to cases, to fly vacations wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration Imagination is they lack It niggaz from gettin' stacks Feelin' trapped on the block with cracks Wisdom is for the survival of the street's disciple
From the day you born Starring out, a disciple You had gleam in your eye Disciple of the From the day you were disciple Yeah, disciple of the
stuck, slow as molasses in my actions That's compliments of a spliff in the night life In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson After him cut up Razor Ruddock In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack Older Gods no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it Coke baggin' and
They took Will, let me describe him, a one I think that he was the 'God's 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 got to see my debut, wild-mannered But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' stand it Took him off the planet, us in 9-2 With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's
From the day you were Starring out, a young You had gleam in your eye Disciple of the From the day you born Street's Yeah, disciple of the
Plug the up, I'm ready to rock, knockin of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen 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 all this time 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it
Seemed impossible to us that we could ever the block, where the world was forever freezin' Hell, if I let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, fuck these Devil policemen, plush leathers, I them, riskin' my freedom 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 born in a cycle, future disciples
From the day you born Starring out, a young You had that in your eye Disciple of the From the day you born Street's Yeah, disciple of the