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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, turn to young thug, might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I pistol fight with you
comes around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that you?
a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where goin'

The waits for no one
I've been through it Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the of your admiration
is what they lack
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the 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
of the projects
From the day you were
disciple
Yeah, disciple of the

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

They took Will, let me him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but
His ear was up on them sounds too, 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' 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
Starring out, a young
You had that in your eye
of the projects
From the day you were
Disciple
Yeah, disciple of the

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

Seemed impossible to us we could ever leave
the block, where the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, these
Devil policemen, leathers, I need them, riskin' my freedom
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 stretch bellies
Babies born in a cycle, disciples

From the day you 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