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Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' to some grown ass kid
baby, turn to young thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol with you
Shit comes around faster you think
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The hood for no one
I've been through it Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
Imagination is what lack
It niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's

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

Moonstruck stuck, as molasses in my actions
That's of a fast 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 scripture
back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some lil' they can have it
baggin' and toe-taggin'

They Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear
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
the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

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

the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the
Captain Hook to infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the
Disciple blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' 'bout how Kane and would do it

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

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