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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, to young thug, description might fit you,
Look it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around than you think
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where goin'

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

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

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

They 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, hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He never got to see my debut,
But wild with them hammers, 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 young
You had that gleam in eye
Disciple of the
the day you were born
Street's
Yeah, of the projects

Plug the mics up, I'm to rock, knockin
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, 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 on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to music all this
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us we could ever leave
From the block, where the was forever 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 coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark
born in a cycle, future disciples

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