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

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

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

Your body might get left there, you better step to the
We put it down with Premier, rock mad 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
Pro-black and you that
We stay Fat Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
Come too far, to try and go back

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

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these overseein'
Our being and how we doin' it
It take 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 through obstacles, take off my
backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
I run with dem and others NY in colors

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

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

Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the singin songs called survival
I'm bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto songs called 'Survival'
Have a if you know 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 stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with beaters
Make my approach then shorty's bagged coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then me run like a roach

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

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

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