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

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

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

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

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

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto singin called survival
I'm only bringin' you the
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
a stout if you know what 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 happen put you in the chair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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