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

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

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

Your body might get left there, you better step to the
We put it down with Premier, mad army gear
You ain't heard us all 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 Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
Come too far, to ever try and go

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

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

To the we go on the twenty-four hour 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
Whoever step to this is gonna have to stress
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 Cowboy still got the boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva

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

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

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with beaters
Make my approach then bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime watch 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 strings on my Benji's
So tree up, we up, about to re-up
Y'all know the deal, grab paper, disappear like Copperfield

I need a meal, to eats with a flow
Drop the beat, it up, and hit the street, dinner 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, Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
in the ghetto singin songs called survival
I'm only bringin' you the
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Have a stout if you know what I'm about