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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