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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the we go on the twenty-four hour flow
I run through obstacles, take off my
Proper backing with the bangers and the singers
I run with dem and rock NY in colors

With the straight brim and the who work in the gym
The Datty in the C-Town Express
Whoever step to this is gonna have to face
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 Cowboy still got the boy
One of a kind I throw a helluva

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

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 than
Never for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero

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

Y'all know my shit be hot 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, about to
know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield

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

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