G.D., stands for Growth and Development
So why am I up in Robert Taylor? For the Hell of it?
I'm up here for my brothers in the building with the keys of !@%!e

Watchin' out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers
Cause the po-lice could swoop in on us at anytime, and go Katrina
Like Eric B. and Rakim, I ain't no joke


Now Chuck, was sellin' dope and makin' one hell of a profit
So he decided that he wouldn't share with group

No one could've predicted the future, not even a prophet
Or the soon to be slaughtered chickens who sold drugs in the coup


I carried the fear, the worry, the hope, the struggle
I needed safety, and security, I risked the life, and limb
The state of my situation would leave one befuddled

And others would pray to Allah, like they were Rakim

So, they Krayzies were about, and I had to take aim

I kissed my cross before I took my shot
It's a dog-eat-dog world, whose life will be claimed?
I hope you're Neo, because there are bullets to be stopped


The Killing Fields were stained, so we called the head of the board
And the Chairman called a truce with Chuck, bravado

All was well, and the business went back to the norm'
Just another day in Gangster Disciple, Chicago