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

Three sixty degrees I in the square, right over left
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never this
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could 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 screams
Through the violent things, turn a ear

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

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

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

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

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four flow
I run through obstacles, off my shackles
Proper backing with the and the rhyme singers
I run dem and others rock NY in colors

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

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

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin called survival
I'm only you the real
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto 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 bread than Doro
hero bring more heat than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, shit's a zero

flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick
Make my approach then bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then me run like a roach

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

I a meal, time to eats with a flow
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, time's complete
My Nubian get ass that open for days
Make more chips Frito Lays when I spit 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, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin'