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

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

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

Your might get left there, you better step to the rear
We put it down with Premier, rock mad army
You heard us all together in several years
It's like a federal crime, you had to for rhymes

That substance, we got that in abundance
and you know that
We Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
Come too far, to try and go back

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

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

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four flow
I run through obstacles, off my shackles
Proper with the bangers 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 Express
Whoever step to is gonna have to face stress
step to this better be at they best

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

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called
I'm bringin' you the real
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat 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 hit me off with the plural
Zig Zag Zig like now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
Unsung hero bring more than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' trash on the mic, that shit's a zero

Rhyme flow off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get nuts like a cell filled with dick beaters
Make my then 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 call me Dr.
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, grab this paper, disappear Copperfield

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

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