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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, turn to young thug, might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I pistol fight with you
comes 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 where goin'

The hood for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
Imagination is what lack
It stops from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the 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
Street's
Yeah, disciple of the

Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my
compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin' Tyson
After him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow from pretty crack addicts
Gods wantin' 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 too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, frontin' couldn't stand it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true 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, disciple of the

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

Seemed impossible to us that we ever leave
From the block, where the world was freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them 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
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young mark bellies
Babies in a cycle, future disciples

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