Streets Disciple

 

 

Listen up young bastard, whose mother workin at the corner

Tryna get at this loot you gonna wind up a goner

The game is tricky, join the wrong clique and yo wig might get split B

The dream for a deadbeat is clockin loot on the streets

If you lucky, you good at ball or spittin over beats

Come check me out, the realest of the real

10G's in my pocket and you know im packing steel

My index is itchy, i move swiftly

Sort of like a ninja but with a fifty

Im like Alpo, but im not a snitch B

I sell rocks, get the cash and turn em into rocks

Most of my Do' is hard like my dick in a hoe

Most of the time im low cus im hot

new shit jumps off in the corner spot daily

or in the parkin lot of Macy's

Everybody gotta eat

whether it's oats or meat I bring em in

and provide for the streets

As days turn to nights the game made me spiteful

I went from Nikes and takin over blocks with a rifle

To givin back to the black, just another streets disciple