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Yeah, yeah,

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

The hood for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the of your admiration
Imagination is what they
It stops niggaz from stacks
Feelin' on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the disciple

the day you were 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

stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night
In my flight jacket, heightened, mimickin' Tyson
After him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow jobs from pretty addicts
Older 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 '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 they you"
He never got to see my debut,
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
With the of what arms do, a true street's disciple

From the day you were
out, a young disciple
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
From the day you were
Disciple
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 folks is still on the
Surrounded by and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it embalming fluid
to music all this time
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed impossible to us that we ever leave
From the block, the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let shovel me, son, in this cell again, fuck these
policemen, plush leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing ho's, old fart, 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 that in your eye
Disciple of the
From the day you were
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the