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