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

The waits for no one
I've through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly
From wanting it all, to being the of your admiration
Imagination is they lack
It stops niggaz from gettin'
Feelin' trapped on the block with cracks
Wisdom is vital for the of the 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 were
Street's
Yeah, disciple of the

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

They took Will, let me him, a live one
I that 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 bitin' you"
He never got to see my debut,
But wild with them hammers, niggaz couldn't stand it
him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's

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

Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock,
Reminiscing of pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a convention
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' 'bout how Kane and Rakim do it

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

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