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Yeah, yeah,

You was in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, comin' home to some ass kid
baby, turn 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 makes pink, so what's make you?
a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or it's goin'

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

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

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

They 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 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, niggaz frontin' couldn't 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 born
out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in eye
of the projects
From the day you were
Street's
Yeah, of the projects

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

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

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