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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 thug, description might fit you,
Look around it might hit you, no joke, I wanna pistol fight you
Shit comes faster than you think
and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the cat
Won't see it's at, or where it's goin'

The waits for no one
been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your
Imagination is they lack
It niggaz from gettin' stacks
Feelin' trapped on the block loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's

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

stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin'
After watchin' him cut up Razor
In the gutter, which was once ghetto is now ghetto scripture
back at it, blow jobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin' no static, told some niggaz 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, he'd somethin'
Not to his likin', and say, "Son bitin' you"
He got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin' stand it
Took him off the planet, us in 9-2
the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

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

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

Seemed impossible to us that we could ever
From the block, where the world was forever
Hell, if I ever let shovel me, son, in this cell again, fuck these
Devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them, 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
Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies in a cycle, future disciples

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