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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 singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin'

Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right left
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could stifle this
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever
what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts

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

Your body might get there, you better step to the rear
We put it down Premier, rock mad army gear
You heard us all together in several years
It's like a federal crime, you had to for rhymes

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

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

I'm on 110 and Lennox with Africans overseein'
Our physical and how we doin' it
It take one bad nigga to ruin' 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 obstacles, take off my shackles
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme
I run with dem and others NY in colors

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

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

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

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

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like
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 ain't a dime then watch me run like a

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

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

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