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Yeah, yeah,

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

The hood for no one
been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to cases, to fly vacations
From it all, to being the object of your admiration
is what they lack
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with loose
is vital for the survival 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
compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, Tyson
After watchin' him cut up Razor
In the gutter, which was once prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin' back at it, blow from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
baggin' and toe-taggin'

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 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 hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
With the of what arms do, a true street's disciple

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

Plug the mics up, I'm to rock, knockin
of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is 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 fluid
to music all this time
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

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

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