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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, pops a Mercedes
Did a bid, home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, might fit you,
Look it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
comes around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make
Become a 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 from Ewings to Buicks, to body
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the of your admiration
Imagination is they lack
It stops niggaz from stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the disciple

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, of the projects

Moonstruck stuck, as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night
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 jobs from pretty crack
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' they can have it
Coke and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me describe him, a one
I think that he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but
His ear was up on them sounds too, hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' stand it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what do, a true street's disciple

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

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock,
Reminiscing of 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 killer
1991, son, fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all this
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and Rakim do it

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

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