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Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
in the ghetto singin' 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 what I'm about

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

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

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

That substance, we got that 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, Sadat X,
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called
I'm bringin' you the real
Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the singin' songs called 'Survival'
Have a stout if you what I'm talkin' about

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

To the bookings we go on the hour flow
I run through obstacles, take off my
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme
I run dem and others rock NY in colors

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

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

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

Rhyme stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like
Cut on the if she ain't a dime then 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 strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, to re-up
Y'all know the deal, grab 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 that for days
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the that pays

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