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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these overseein'
Our physical being and how we it
It only take one bad nigga to it, pursuin' it
And actin' it can't happen put you in the chair

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

With the straight brim and the who work in the gym
The Datty in the C-Town Express
Whoever step to this is gonna to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at they

Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you standin' too
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 singin songs survival
I'm bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm about

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off the plural
Zig Zag Zig Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
Unsung hero bring more heat DeNiro
known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero

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

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

I need a meal, time to eats a flow
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, time's complete
My Nubian ways'll get ass open for days
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I 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 singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin'