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

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

so we dig in the dirt
Always gotta put a to work, is how it seems
It's kinda hard to the silent screams
Through the violent things, a deaf ear

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

That substance, we got that in abundance
Pro-black and you that
We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord
too far, to ever try and go back

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
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 if you know what I'm talkin' about

I'm on 110 and Lennox these Africans overseein'
Our being and how we doin' it
It only take one bad to ruin' it, pursuin' it
And like it can't happen put you in the chair

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four flow
I run obstacles, take off my shackles
backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
I run with dem and others rock NY in

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

Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you too close
So back up, you should try to act up
The Wild Cowboy got the style boy
One of a kind I throw a line

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

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

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a block filled with dick beaters
Make my then shorty's bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she a dime then watch me run like a roach

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

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

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