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Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid
Crack baby, to young thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I pistol fight with 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
see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The waits for no one
I've been through it Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to the object of your admiration
Imagination is they lack
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the of the 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, disciple of the

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

took Will, let me describe him, a live 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 hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what do, a true street's disciple

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

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

Seemed impossible to us that we ever leave
the block, where the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I them, riskin' my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood
He's sexing ho's, old fart, he's ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young mark bellies
Babies in a cycle, future disciples

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