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

Three degrees I stand in the square, right over left
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could stifle this
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, ever fuck
With I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts

Underground so we dig in the
gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems
It's hard to hear the silent screams
Through the violent things, a deaf ear

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

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

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'
a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about

I'm on 110 and Lennox with these overseein'
Our physical being and how we 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 obstacles, take off my shackles
Proper backing the bangers and the rhyme singers
I run dem and others rock NY in colors

With the straight and the chick who work in the gym
The great Datty in the Express
Whoever step to this is have to face stress
Whoever step to this better be at they

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

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

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off the plural
Zig Zag Zig Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
Unsung hero bring more heat than
Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a

Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled dick beaters
Make my approach then bagged like coach
Cut on the lights if she ain't a 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 strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, to re-up
Y'all the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield

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

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