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Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto songs called survival
I'm bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know I'm talkin' about

Three sixty degrees I in the square, right over left
to fight to the death, you could never stifle this
Not even the triflest, on Earth, could ever fuck
With what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it

Underground so we dig in the
Always put a nigga to work, is how it seems
It's kinda hard to hear the silent
Through the things, turn a deaf ear

Your body might get left there, you better to the rear
We put it down Premier, rock mad army gear
You ain't us all together in several years
It's like a federal crime, you had to for rhymes

That lacked substance, we got that in
and you know that
We Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
too far, to ever try and go back

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the singin songs called survival
I'm bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know I'm talkin' about

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans
Our physical and how we doin' it
It only one bad nigga to ruin' it, pursuin' it
And actin' like it can't put you in the chair

To the bookings we go on the hour flow
I run obstacles, take off my shackles
Proper backing with the bangers and the singers
I run with dem and others NY in colors

With the straight brim and the chick who in the gym
The great Datty in the Express
Whoever step to this is have to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at best

Look at me close, I'm the host you standin' too close
So back up, you never try to act up
The Wild still got the style boy
One of a I throw a helluva line

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto songs called survival
I'm only you the real
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Have a stout if you know what I'm about

Yeah, yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off with the plural
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Doro
Unsung hero bring more than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' trash on the mic, that shit's a zero

Rhyme flow off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like
Cut on the if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach

Y'all know my be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot
Now I got seeds so I'm I keep strings on my Benji's
So up, nigga we up, about to re-up
know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield

I need a meal, time to with a flow
Drop the beat, it up, and hit the street, dinner time's complete
My Nubian ways'll get ass that for days
Make more chips Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the
Grand Puba, Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Have a stout if you know I'm talkin' about