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Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, home to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, to young thug, description might fit you,
around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's 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 through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to the object of your admiration
is what they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' trapped on the with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's

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

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

took 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 they you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
him off the planet, left 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
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 like my is still on the benches
Surrounded by and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
to music all this time
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

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

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