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Yeah, yeah,

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

The waits for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to viewings
Car to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of admiration
Imagination is what they
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose
Wisdom is vital for the of the street's disciple

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

Moonstruck stuck, as molasses in my actions
compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
watchin' him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now scripture
Lookin' back at it, jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods no static, told some 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 'God's Son', not Jesus, but
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' 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 of what arms do, a true street's disciple

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

the mics 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
by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it embalming fluid
to music all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and would do it

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

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