Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Make more chips than Frito Lays when I spit the phrase that pays
To the bookings we go on the twenty-four hour flow
With the straight brim and the chick who work in the gym
Whoever step to this better be at they best
I'm only bringin' you the real
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
And actin' like it can't happen put you in the chair
I'm only bringin' you the real
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
It's like a federal crime, you had to settle for rhymes
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Y'all know the deal, grab this paper, disappear like Copperfield
Underground so we dig in the dirt
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
I'm only bringin' you the real
Your body might get left there, you better step to the rear
I'm on 110 and Lennox with these Africans overseein'
Not even the triflest, nigga on Earth, could ever fuck
We put it down with Premier, rock mad army gear
One of a kind I throw a helluva line
Look at me close, I'm the perfect host you standin' too close
Zig Zag Zig like Zorro now we makin' more bread than Stella Doro
Preparin' to fight to the death, you could never stifle this
Three sixty degrees I stand in the square, right over left
Rhyme flow stay off the meter, tight like two-seaters
Proper backing with the bangers and the rhyme singers
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
Never known for spittin' trash shit on the mic, that shit's a zero
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
I'm only bringin' you the real
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Our physical being and how we doin' it
Through the violent things, turn a deaf ear
Make y'all get nuts like a cell block filled with dick beaters
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Y'all know my shit be hot they call me Dr. Doo-a-lot
I run with dem and others rock NY in colors
Now I got seeds so I'm stingy I keep strings on my Benji's
Unsung hero bring more heat than DeNiro
So tree up, nigga we up, about to re-up
It's kinda hard to hear the silent screams
Cut on the lights if she ain't a dime then watch me run like a roach
Pro-black and you know that
Grand Puba, Lord Jamar, Sadat X, Alamo
With what I spit in a verse, we always hit where it hurts
That lacked substance, we got that in abundance
Whoever step to this is gonna have to face stress
I run through obstacles, take off my shackles
The Wild Cowboy still got the style boy
You ain't heard us all together in several years
My Nubian ways'll get ass that open for days
We stay Fat like Joe Crack, Lord Jamar
The great Datty in the C-Town Express
Raised in the ghetto singin songs called survival
Make my approach then shorty's bagged like coach
It only take one bad nigga to ruin' it, pursuin' it
Always gotta put a nigga to work, is how it seems
Drop the beat, press it up, and hit the street, dinner time's complete
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called 'Survival'
So back up, you should never try to act up
Have a stout if you know what I'm talkin' about
I need a meal, time to eats with a flow
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, my man Primo hit me off with the plural
Come too far, to ever try and go back
