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Yeah, yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plug the up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of 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 fronts on the facial, gun buck by the
Disciple could you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all time
Fightin' 'bout how and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us we could ever leave
the block, where the world was forever freezin'
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
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch bellies
born in a cycle, future disciples

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