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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm on 110 and with these Africans overseein'
Our physical and how we doin' it
It only take one bad nigga to it, pursuin' it
And actin' like it happen put you in the chair

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

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

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

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

flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Make y'all get like a cell block filled with dick beaters
Make my approach then shorty's bagged 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 me Dr. Doo-a-lot
Now I got so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's
So tree up, nigga we up, about to
Y'all know the deal, grab paper, disappear like Copperfield

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

Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X,
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 called
Have a stout if you know what I'm about