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