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Yeah, yeah,

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