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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 it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes faster 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 hood for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of admiration
Imagination is what lack
It niggaz from gettin' stacks
trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the of the street's disciple

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

stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
watchin' him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older wantin' no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke 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, hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' 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 of what arms do, a true 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 were
Disciple
Yeah, of the projects

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

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

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