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

Three sixty I stand in the square, right over left
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle
Not the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck
With what I 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 hard to hear the screams
Through the things, turn a deaf ear

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

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

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

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans
Our physical being and how we 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 through obstacles, off my shackles
Proper with the bangers and the rhyme singers
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 to this is gonna have to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at best

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

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

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off the plural
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Doro
Unsung bring more heat than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' 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 filled with dick beaters
Make my approach shorty's bagged like coach
Cut on the if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach

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

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

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