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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 hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you
Blood and white makes pink, so what's that make you?
a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's

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

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

Moonstruck stuck, slow as in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
After him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some niggaz they can have it
baggin' and toe-taggin'

They took Will, let me describe him, a one
I that he was the true '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 never got to see my debut,
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't 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 young
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
the day you were 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, it's like my folks is on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun by the naval
Disciple could you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' 'bout how and Rakim 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
policemen, plush leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones he stroke
Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in a cycle, disciples

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