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Yeah, yeah,

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

The hood 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
Imagination is they lack
It stops niggaz gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with cracks
is vital for the survival of the street's disciple

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

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

They took Will, let me describe him, a one
I think that he was the true Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' 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 of what arms do, a true street's disciple

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

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

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

From the day you 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