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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 young thug, might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna fight with you
Shit comes around than you think
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
see where it's at, or where it's goin'

The waits for no one
I've been through it from to Buicks, to body viewings
Car to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of admiration
Imagination is they lack
It stops niggaz from stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block with cracks
Wisdom is vital for the of the street's disciple

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

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

They took Will, let me describe him, a one
I that he was the true 'God's Son', not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on sounds too, he'd hear somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But with them hammers, niggaz frontin' couldn't stand it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's

the day you were born
Starring out, a disciple
You had that in your eye
Disciple of the
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, like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer
1991, son, fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhymin' to all this time
Fightin' how Kane and Rakim would do it

Seemed to us that we could ever leave
From the block, the world was forever freezin'
Hell, if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again, 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, busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark
Babies born in a cycle, future

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