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Yeah, yeah,

You was born in the eighties, pops drove a
Did a bid, comin' to some grown ass kid
Crack baby, turn to young thug, description fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna fight with you
Shit comes faster than you think
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 it's goin'

The waits for no one
been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
Imagination is what they
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' 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 that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you born
Street's
Yeah, disciple of the

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

They Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on sounds too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son they 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 street's

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

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

Seemed impossible to us that we could leave
From the block, where the was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let shovel 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, busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
born in a cycle, future disciples

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