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

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

Underground so we dig in the
Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it
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 with Premier, mad army gear
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 in abundance
Pro-black and you that
We stay Fat Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
too far, to ever try and go back

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin songs survival
I'm only bringin' you the
Grand Puba, Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the 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 ruin' it, it
And like it can't happen put you in the chair

To the bookings we go on the twenty-four hour
I run through obstacles, take off my
Proper backing 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 in the C-Town Express
Whoever to this is gonna have to face stress
Whoever to this better be at they best

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

Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin called survival
I'm bringin' you the real
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called
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 Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
hero bring more heat than DeNiro
Never known for spittin' shit on the mic, that shit's a zero

flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters
Make my approach then 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 they call me Dr.
Now I got seeds so I'm I keep strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, to re-up
Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, like Copperfield

I need a meal, time to eats 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 than Frito Lays when I spit the that pays

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